Zack Morrison
Mar 13th, 2003, 09:31:00 PM
“C’mon Zack, five hundred creds is too much!”
“You know my rules, David, pay up or not,” Zack responded to a brown hair youths protests coolly, running a hand through his unkempt mop of hair while trying not to look too supermodel. The kid wanted a hacked, spliced, decoded and then rebuilt program to purge his criminal record from Coruscant PD computers.
“C’mon! Please take less!”
“Alight, frellit. 350 Creds, final offer.” Zack growled through clenched teeth, holding out the program disk as the chap forked over the payment sadly. Just as the Hacker turned to leave, he heard a guffaw behind him that only brought a grin to his own face.
The kid fell for it, flatly.
The erasure program was just that, it erased itself.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of denim, Zack shrugged his shoulders and whistled a little tune. Three-fifty wasn’t too bad for a false program, Now he had to figure out what to spend the little paycheck on. There wasn’t much, in quality terms, that could be bought with that, but a nice meal and warm bed at some old style inn was one of the things that could.
Whu-Zhewww!
Zack cursed, loudly, as a speeder diced low across the walkway. Scattering people every which direction as it skewed back up into the air and away.
“Blasted hot-shots…”
“You know my rules, David, pay up or not,” Zack responded to a brown hair youths protests coolly, running a hand through his unkempt mop of hair while trying not to look too supermodel. The kid wanted a hacked, spliced, decoded and then rebuilt program to purge his criminal record from Coruscant PD computers.
“C’mon! Please take less!”
“Alight, frellit. 350 Creds, final offer.” Zack growled through clenched teeth, holding out the program disk as the chap forked over the payment sadly. Just as the Hacker turned to leave, he heard a guffaw behind him that only brought a grin to his own face.
The kid fell for it, flatly.
The erasure program was just that, it erased itself.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of denim, Zack shrugged his shoulders and whistled a little tune. Three-fifty wasn’t too bad for a false program, Now he had to figure out what to spend the little paycheck on. There wasn’t much, in quality terms, that could be bought with that, but a nice meal and warm bed at some old style inn was one of the things that could.
Whu-Zhewww!
Zack cursed, loudly, as a speeder diced low across the walkway. Scattering people every which direction as it skewed back up into the air and away.
“Blasted hot-shots…”