[i]The door chimed as someone entered the shop, a figure clad in a sleek exosuit. It was silver, the small visor on the helmet glowing blue. The figure stood shorter than the average man, and carried far fewer weapons than most, only a bo staff and a combat knife. A bandolier crossed his waist, and a tactical computer was situated in his left gauntlet. He approached the counter, thumbing through his wallet rather than looking at the person working the register.[/i]