"Your suit's fucked" I tell him, walking over. "Might want to get that checked out."
"Yeah, budget's been tight lately, you're pretty good though, first one who's noticed."
"Tell me about it, I've had new eyes on request for three weeks, won't get back to me."
"Ain't that like them bureaucratic bastards, guy's gotta have proper equipment if he wants to do a half-decent job, but no, budget can't handle it, they say."
"Man, fuck em'. They don't know what it's like out here, they haven't worn the uni walkin' down Fifth at 3AM."
"I hear that. Hey, I gotta tail you till you're off, but lemmie buy you a drink after, we're pretty sure it's Johnny anyway."
"Sure thing, meet me at the corner of 29th and King. I always wondered where Johnny got them fancy legs, it sure as hell ain't Sunday poker."
"I'll see ya there buddy, fuck if I've got anything to do, the missus is off with her friends every Wednesday."
"Good for you man, I wish my wife were out more often, maybe we should introduce them."
"Wouldn't that be a thing."
"Now then, I've been standin' here chattin' a bit too long, any more an' the trackers back at the office are gonna start wondin' what's up. I'll just go about my job, you go about yours, keep it cool man."
"Hey, I don't want anyone on my ass either. I'll turn this buggy ass thing back on, see you later."
I walked away, feeling relived. I'd have to miss my meeting with Mike, my arms guy. Contact him with a secure wire later, for now, let Johnny take the fall. Serves the bastard right, winning 300 credits at our last game.