[i]He nods without looking up, pulling a card from the wallet and loading it into his Tac-Pad. He types a few commands, and sucks it dry (-2 Data) (+500C), throwing the now worthless card away. He inserts another.[/i] Looks like it healed up okay though, not too much discolouration.... At least those days are done, eh? [i]His mind wonders to the criss-cross of cuts and scars along the inside of his forearm, his acts of relief during his abusive childhood. The Tac-Pad covered them, but he knew some were still visible up his other arm if he raised the sleeve. "His hold meaning, at least...", he thinks. He sucks the next card dry as well (-2 Data) (+500C), and looks through the wallet some more. He finds nothing, and tosses it in the garbage.[/i] It's good there's no war... seems peaceful besides the gangs... ((1,000 + 1,450= 2,450C))