Three little guns.

The first gun you decide on is the smallest sub-machine gun he has, it is little more than a receiver and a short but stocky barrel. Your internal link syncs up with it nicely even indicating you have 0/45 rounds. The gun fires a new 29mm long 4.5mm bullet that has **** armor piercing capability. He sells you 4 extra magazines and a total of 200 rounds of ammo. The second gun you pick is quite the opposite, it fires a big fat slug that you are sure will hit hard. The stamping on the barrel tells you it is a Wasserman .45 LCP. The bullet is easily two inches long and the magazine is in front of the trigger, the bullet so big as to make it basically not possible to fit them in the handle. Once synced you see it currently has 0/10 rounds, but the orc behind the counter lets you know extended magazines are available, he is just currently out of stock. You go ahead and take only 100 rounds for the pistol as they are $3 each, plus 4 extra magazines for the pistol as well. Last you decide you had better have a concealable firearm you can hide either under your skirt or in a pocket and buy a little 10 shot compact .45acp pistol. Funny that while the projectile of either pistol is the same diameter, the little compact gun's bullets are less than half the size. As the others, you add 4 extra magazines and buy a brick of 250 bullets. All and all you end up spending $6200, almost all you have. “I really hope that job is still there.” You say under your breath as you count out the cash.

“You need work?” The barrel chested orc asks, overhearing you.

Your eyes look up and meet his as you continue counting out 100's, “Ya I do. Why?”

“So are you some kind of runner or something? I wasn't sure what to make of you when you came in. But if you are any good at breaking and entering I know someone that is looking for a runner.”

You have no idea if listening to this guy is even remotely intelligent, and you might very well have a job available if you go to this “Pit” place, but if someone is out there walking around in your old body it is also very possible that he has already taken the job, even if it was sent to you with the payment. Surely your old fixer Max knew what it was and if this new Lynx was with him, they must be using your identity for some reason. 'So strange, why would they want your body, your identity?' You can't help but think. Finally you finish counting the payment out and it dawns on you that he is waiting for an answer. “What is the job and how much does it pay?”

“Well I don't know the exact specifics but a buddy of mine, we can call him Mr Jones, is looking for someone to get into somewhere and get something. Far from legal sure, but from what I know I'm sure he will pay at least 5 figures, if not more. Assuming he likes you that is. If you are interested I can give you his contact info.”