Memory Market
You deliberately stumble into a rickety display of glowing memory chips, sending them scattering across the floor. While the vendor and nearby shoppers scramble to recover the scattered merchandise, you take the opportunity to swipe the strange chip unnoticed.You melt into the sea of bodies around you, your steps light and calculated as you tail the hooded figure clutching the strange chip. Your gaze never wavers, your instincts sharp as you prepare to follow them into whatever lies ahead.Darting between the tightly packed vendors, you anticipate the hooded figure’s next move and position yourself directly in their way. With a steady voice, you declare, "We need to have a word. You’ve got something that belongs to me."