[i][color=00a99d]"No, I'm telling you this is worth at least 700 Units. Come on, [b]I[/b] upgraded it! That means it should be at least a thousand, but I'm feeling nice today and knocking off thirty percent."[/color][/i] Branden grinned at the man opposite her. She did so love haggling. The man frowned, reaching out for the phone, but Branden quickly moved it out of his reach. 

[i][color=00a99d]"No touching the merchandise,"[/color][/i] She warned in a sing song voice, smirking. [color=00a99d][i]"Do you want it or not? I've improved the processing speed and a bunch of other things you won't understand, but I can tell you that if you're not gonna buy I'm just going to give this to the next person who walks by for free, and they sure as hell won't give it to you cheap like I am."[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d]"You call 700 cheap?"[/color] The man said in disbelief. [color=f7941d]"You know what, fine."[/color] He grumbled, tapping away at his watch. [color=f7941d]"There. 700 units transferred to your account. Can I have my phone now?"[/color]

[color=00a99d][i]"Here ya go. Pleasure doing business with you,"[/i][/color] She grinned, tossing the phone at the man and walking away. [color=00746b][i]"See ya next time, Sal!"[/i][/color] She called over her shoulders, adjusting her trench coat. She checked the band on her wrist, calling up her account. There it was, all 700 units more than she had before. She weaved through the crowded market with ease, yawning. What time was it? Down in the underground, you could never tell. Sickly industrial fluorescent lights illuminated the place, interspersed with the glow of multicoloured lanterns Undergrounders were fond of using. She glanced at the band again. 10 AM. That meant she hadn't slept for two days, but she was still feeling a little too hyper to put her lights out just then. What to do, what to do...? 

She gave a cheerful wave to Meros, the owner of a food stall as she stopped in front of it. [color=00a99d][i]"Hey, just dropping by for some breakfast,"[/i][/color] She said, sitting on the only stool he had and swinging around. [color=00a99d][i]"What do you have?"[/i][/color] His stall was fairly small and dingy, but people in this side of the tunnel didn't care- they knew he had some of the best meat around.

[color=00aeef]"You'll eat what I give you and like it,"[/color] Meros growled playfully, setting a plate of steaming stir fry in front of her. With a word of thanks, Branden proceeded to inhale the meal, chatting with Meros about his family as she did. When she was done she hopped off the stool, said good bye, and continued on her way. 

Still, she had no idea what she wanted to do. Then the idea occurred to her. How about a trip to the flip side? She hadn't been out in the sun for a while, and above ground always smelled less like feet. Navigating the small side alleys and tunnels, Branden began to make her way to the top.