Eddy had bought a new leather jacket for the occasion. He said he wanted to
come off as someone who was used to action, moving in and out of places quickly. 
Peter wore some beat-up fatigues he’d found in a used-clothing store, just like
the kind he’d once seen the ork wear. He felt awkward in these clothes, as
though they labeled him the wrong way, but he couldn’t think of any other style
to wear, any other way of presenting himself. And Eddy had made it clear that on 
the streets you needed a front, an image that would tag you as someone with
power and someone who should be left alone.