At the mall entrance the massive troll bouncer gives you the once over before nodding and signaling that you're free to go inside. You notice as you pass that his loin cloth is actually riveted into the dermal plates his skin. Leaning on the wall next to him is what looks like a giant claymore made out of a beaten-flat signpost, roughly sharpened with concrete. A good reminder that these people were drugged-out Barrens gangers.
Switch figures that there are some easy to recognize patterns in the groups sitting around the emptied-out food court. Their clothing identified them well enough as separate gangs. Their members would would intermingle some on the dance floor, but they all sat off in different areas. The Legion's colors would likely be easy enough to recognize from the trid if he just cruised around the place long enough to find what was left of them.
Meanwhile, Jink's flirting was making a little progress on the dance floor. "Bikes, hunh? So you like to ride?"
From the matrix came Steve's relpy. <<Steven@Jink: I suppose I can understand your caution at not taking me at my word, but I can assure you, my word is good. As to the payment of your debt, that is something we can work out at a more reasonable hour and in better circumstances. In a related vein, you mentioned something about a recording. I assume that you acquired this recording after our first meeting since you didn't seem prepared for my presence in that encounter. Would you be willing to tell me from whom you received it? I would be grateful. After all, I'm sure you could relate. If someone were to sell damaging information about you, to those who don't have your interests in mind, you would also be upset by this, yes?>>
