Snap was lying on a car dolly underneath a Ford Americar that had been brought into the shop. They'd already checked it for any tags and now it was set to bare bones functioning while the gnome tinkered with the ownership codes. One hand was pressed against the box while her other hand manipulated a small calibration tool.
Yes, turn it slowly, I get it. Slowly, slower, slow... right, stop nagging...
She couldn't be in Virtual Reality due to the physical requirements of using the tool, but she could still feel the machine sprite in the vehicle's system, decrypting, encoding, and recoding the vehicle's ownership parameters. It was a secret that she kept from anybody outside of the crew, the how of it, but the shop was known (among other things) for the handy gnome who could reliably turn a hot item into a legitimate one.
The machine sprite did most of the work, Snap just assisted with a few physical pieces.
OK, I'll go slower. But any slower than that and I won't even be turning it!
She rolled her eyes. How does something I compiled give me sass?
Just then, a message came through.
>>@Snap: Yo, you up for a paying job? Those what we helped a month back are looking for an accountant right now. Willing to pay double the usual price. Don't let the money fool you into a quick yes. That lot attracts lightning like a rod and those sorts of jobs can leave a mark on you.<<
Snap furrowed her brow. A month back was... those guys who had practically saved the entire Barrens. OK, maybe that was a bit of a stretch, but she remembered them, somewhat. She hadn't been involved in that kerfluffle, but Chesh had been. They needed help with something else? And she was the one that could help them? Interesting.
This could be her ticket forward. Working with Chesh, Hatter, and the others was a great gig. But with everything that had happened in the last year, Snap felt she was needed elsewhere. She felt a calling. She'd seen first hand the drek that the world always tried to drag Technomancers through and now she wanted to do something about it. To strike back, to assist others.
But she didn't know where to start. Maybe this was it.
<<@ Chesh: Is there any other info on it? What do they need me to do? When? Now? I'm about halfway through this transfer, I can stop but then I'd have to start over. I mean, I'm interested, really... go ahead and give me their info or have em dial me.>>