"I wish that's how it worked. 'That's an Armani suit! It's worth more than this gun, we can't shoot her!'" she said, acting out the scene for him. She sighed, many pretty outfits had died nobly in the service of whatever mission she was working on that needed a shoot out, chase, or combat. Waving the attendants over, she let them take the pieces to be sewn and finished. "Though, I do remember trading a nice pair of shoes for access to a server before. Bartering chips."
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