Thovren took the bracelet first. He palmed it and let it sit in his sybernetic hand, As if weighing it first before attaching to his biological wrist. He reached for the chip next and slipped it into his pocket. He would asses the data later either in his van or back in his home. For now he took one long look at everyone assembled around the table. Taking in faces and bearings before pushing his chair from the table and standing up. "Well, unless there is something that requires my immediate attention. I have work to do." he took one of the credsticks on the table. Presumably it gave acess to the collective fund. He had one or two tings in mind to buy for this mission. Mostly he made do with scrap metal or what he could find for cheap, which is why his robots lived so long. Their parts were easily replacable when damaged. He ran a hand through his Mohawk and made his way to the door.