Ampersand
I ♥ semicolons
"Fine, keep the damn chip, but that's our only ticket outta here, so you better not lose it," Quinn warned as he flicked his Digidex online, "As for this thing, it's a blank, a John Doe, no ID, nothing to track. Just one of the many tricks of the trade. We'll have Rudii fix yours too."
"How likely is Rudii to screw us over?"
"Rudii? Ha, I doubt it, an old guy like him. We go way back, plus, he hates Duncan. Rudii would take it to his grave before helping him," Quinn assured, fussing with the Digidex until his wanted poster appeared on the display. "Yep, just as I thought. Duncan's nothing if not predictable," he noted. Ayala and Kader's posters were on there too, but he made no mention of it, figuring they were well aware.
The cab stopped in front of a long row of buildings leading into narrow alleyways of shops. "Tech District, Electronics Bazaar. The fare is 5 credits," said the robot driver in a digitized tone. Quinn paid using his Digidex, transferring over the credits. Nearly all modern currency was digital, using credits that each contain a unique digital hash key. They transfer directly from device to device. Anonymous, untraceable, and impossible to counterfeit.
"Rudii's shop is just down the alley. Hey, give me a hand with him," said Quinn, as he struggled to get Lodo out of the cab.
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'Rudii's Electronics Emporium' read the neon sign above the shop. Behind the storefront glass lie a plethora of odd items; various Digidexes, rare ship components, a couple droids, and even vacuum cleaners--the hovering anti-grav model was a bestseller. The door chimed as they opened it and walked inside.
It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the dim blue lighting illuminating the collection of items for sale among the racks. The air was stale and had the peculiar smell of lavender mixed with old carpet. From the back came a familiar voice, "I thought you'd be dropping by sooner or later." Behind the counter, a small man in his sixties sat over a circuit board, carefully soldiering wires to it. He was human, and distinctly of Asian descent. "You've gotten yourself into some trouble, I see," said Rudii, looking up from his work, "Oh, and you've brought friends. Are they in trouble too? Nice to meet you, I'm Rudii." He removed his glove and extended a hand to Ayala and Kader.
"How likely is Rudii to screw us over?"
"Rudii? Ha, I doubt it, an old guy like him. We go way back, plus, he hates Duncan. Rudii would take it to his grave before helping him," Quinn assured, fussing with the Digidex until his wanted poster appeared on the display. "Yep, just as I thought. Duncan's nothing if not predictable," he noted. Ayala and Kader's posters were on there too, but he made no mention of it, figuring they were well aware.
The cab stopped in front of a long row of buildings leading into narrow alleyways of shops. "Tech District, Electronics Bazaar. The fare is 5 credits," said the robot driver in a digitized tone. Quinn paid using his Digidex, transferring over the credits. Nearly all modern currency was digital, using credits that each contain a unique digital hash key. They transfer directly from device to device. Anonymous, untraceable, and impossible to counterfeit.
"Rudii's shop is just down the alley. Hey, give me a hand with him," said Quinn, as he struggled to get Lodo out of the cab.
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'Rudii's Electronics Emporium' read the neon sign above the shop. Behind the storefront glass lie a plethora of odd items; various Digidexes, rare ship components, a couple droids, and even vacuum cleaners--the hovering anti-grav model was a bestseller. The door chimed as they opened it and walked inside.
It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the dim blue lighting illuminating the collection of items for sale among the racks. The air was stale and had the peculiar smell of lavender mixed with old carpet. From the back came a familiar voice, "I thought you'd be dropping by sooner or later." Behind the counter, a small man in his sixties sat over a circuit board, carefully soldiering wires to it. He was human, and distinctly of Asian descent. "You've gotten yourself into some trouble, I see," said Rudii, looking up from his work, "Oh, and you've brought friends. Are they in trouble too? Nice to meet you, I'm Rudii." He removed his glove and extended a hand to Ayala and Kader.