“Hey Wisp I’ve got a hot date tonight do you mind closing up by yourself?”

“Sure it’s been a slow day I’ll have the place in ship shape in no time. Who’s the lucky lady?”

“You know Laura who works the fryers?”

“LAURA? Jesus dude she doesn’t count as a hot date! I mean you’d have to carve the grease off of her”

“That is absolutely correct, but her Sister on the other hand works at a very nice law firm down town and she does not have that ‘I work a deep fat fryer’ aroma”

“Dude how did you get her? I mean we work in a Gorram fast food joint, not even a good one”

“We’ll after one of our shifts last week some of us went out and she was there and we hit it off and well, I got a date”

“Well you go out and achieve the impossible.”

“Thanks dude I’ll see you tomorrow”

Wisp’s co-worker quickly grabbed his stuff and left out the back door of ‘Bry’s Burger Bar’. Wisp waited a reasonable time which he spent cleaning one of the grills then headed to the cortex station in the back. He wrote a quick message to a secure account:

“Meet me round back BBB in one hour”

Wisp finished the cleaning and then headed out for his secret rendezvous. He didn’t have to wait long before a private shuttle landed in the furthest spot from the building. A single man got out of the back and wandered into a single circle of light in the darkened lot. Wisp went out to meet him and placed a duffel sack at the mans feet.

“As ordered two dozen grade A lock overrides. Entirely disposable and untraceable.”

The man pulled open the bag and extracted the first device. Wisp made a living selling these kinds of black-market gear for a variety of local criminals.

“Looks good. How do I know they work?”

“Come on Vankeetsen’s been buying my merchandise for months and he’s never had any problems. Now if you’re trying to haggle price then you can forget it and hand over the coin.”

The Man looked very serious and stern for a moment then burst into a wide grin, And passed him a bag packed with notes “I like you Wisp. Always do good work, never take any Gosa. I wish I worked with more private contractors like you. Actual Vankeetsen was saying just today that he liked your work; he told me that he’d like to offer you a job”

“He already gives me a job. What do you call that nice pile of tech at your feet?”

“I mean an in-house full time paid position. Vankeetsen’s private technical consultant.”

“Look I really appreciate these one off contracts but I don’t want a full position. Tell him thanks but no thanks”

At was at this point in time that two large armed men appeared behind him and the man in front drew out a pistol.

“This wasn’t really a request but as I like you I’ll spell out how this can go down. You come of your own accord and live in luxury with very nice perks, or you have to come by force and you get treated very unpleasantly. Your choice”

“Well. Looks like I’ve been hired.”