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The Suit looks disdainfully across the table at the party, clearly attempting to disguise his discomfort at physically visiting the Lower Vault. "You guys weren't worth the credits for a secure connection," he sneers. "But this job shouldn't take more than a few no-grids, as long as you've got a Lockpicker, a Stealther, and a Camjammer. It's a casino job, but all you're grabbing are some fliers, not anything under real security."
The Stealther pulls out her knife and absentmindedly scratches a circuit diagram into the table. "That's worth?" she whispers doubtfully. "Lets just grab his wallet."
The Heavy turns to her and rumbles, not caring if the Suit across the table hears. "His wallet's lighter than an empty mag. Remember, to his handlers, HE's not worth a secure connection EITHER."