Memory Market
Trusting your speed, you swipe the chip from the table and dive into the crowd, slipping between bodies with practiced ease. The vendor’s angry voice struggles to keep up as you vanish into the bustling mass.You step closer to the vendor, narrowing your eyes. “Tell me where this came from,” you say in a tone that brooks no argument, your fingers brushing the hilt of the hidden blade beneath your jacket.Appearing indifferent, you step back from the stall and blend into the crowd. From this inconspicuous position, you study the vendor's movements and any interactions involving the odd chip.The chip is purchased without incident, and you swiftly secure it in your belongings. You head to a forgotten storage unit on the outskirts of town and connect it to your portable memory reader, determined to uncover its secrets.