“Look,” says Bae, “maybe? We’ve got a problem at the moment with WH Smith.”
”You’ve got a problem?” says Jinge. “What about the people who work in there, man?”
”It’s more of a practical problem.” You are momentarily inspired. “IBM fax ribbon? You know where we can score some?”
”I could get you some Es, mate,” says Sparrar, “but I’m not so sure about that niche cyberpunk shit.”
”The Smiths at the main station,” Jinge announces with uncharacteristic clarity. “They might have it.”
Bae’s mouth hangs open for a moment. “Jinge, you are some sort of genius. They absolutely might have it.” She gestures to you to follow as she pushes through the crowds and towards the main station.
”We’ll be at The Anchor from seven,” shouts Sparrar.
Follow Bae to the main station. (goto 40)