"Erm... I'm not sure we do... I can try and place an order though, dat sound alright?"
[i]Shit... Shit shit shit...[/i]
[spoiler]What DO they have?[/spoiler]
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[b]The customer shrugs.[/b] [spoiler]Our Tacpads. It's like the Apple Store- you just check out with another and transfer your credits to them. Banks and all that don't exist anymore.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]-blam!-... Alright, plan B.[/spoiler] "Sorry, man, wish we had it here." [b]He begins looking for a stock room.[/b]
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[b]You find a locked room in the back, but it doesn't appear to open without an employee ID.[/b]
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[spoiler]-blam!- me in the ass... Alright, Plan C.[/spoiler] [b]Kyle draws his knife, opting to sever the magnetic locks from the bag and clothing.[/b]
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[b]The locks are firmly held, only a hacker would be able to take them off.[/b]
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[spoiler]I'm cutting off the pieces of fabric with the locks.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh, aight[/spoiler] [b]The locks are cut, the clothes now have holes[/b]
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"A'ight... Get a tailor to patch these up later..." [b]He heads for the exit.[/b]
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[b]You successfully leave with the clothes and merchandise.[/b]