The anonymous black nylon bag holds a gray macroplast case inscribed with 
the Fuchi logo. Inside the protective case is a Fuchi-6 cyberdeck in mint 
condition. It isn’t top of the line anymore, hasn’t been for a while, but it’s
the slickest tech she’s ever had in her own two hands. Almost half a million
nuyen off the shelf. A deck with real power, a load rate that’s pure
quicksilver, and the capability to do things she’s only dreamed of. She can’t
help but hold it tightly, squeezing the rounded edge of the safety case against 
her stomach till it hurts.