Dunk smirks at Lumen's get-up. Aye, ye'll stick out like a sore thumb doon there!
08.01
He packs your stuff in the boot and you all hop in the ancient junker, Mantis riding shotgun, knives in the back right, behind Dunk.
The ancient vehicle stunk. It was somewhere between rancid body odour and mouldy cheese, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. You sincerely hoped you didn't have to go far, which turned out to be the case.
Traffic was starting to hot up on the motorway into Paris, the usual monday morning grind reminding you of a life you'd not lived in a long long time.
Dunk's sighs and tuts signalled he was as pissed off at the hold-up as you were. He was trying to tune the audio centre into a decent trid cast, but all that came out of the two working speakers was some random yammering in foreign-ese.
The grind soon became unbearable, Dunk swinging off at an out-of town retail park on the southern ring road, following signs to a Mega EuroMart.
Knives mate, you said you wanted te pick up summat less conspicuous? Now's the time.
Let me know what kind of thing you'd want, the shop sells basic clothing in a multitude of styles from 20NY up to 100NY for smarter wear. It has a line of industrial wear which features light armour plating and chemical resistance at anything from 75NY up to 500NY depending on what you think you need