*At club Varhn...*
Lady at the counter: Membership card or 150 credits to get one.
Leon: C'mon. I'm nearly broke, an' I gots business with the head of security.
Lady: No can do, darlin'. Card or credits, or you're outta here.
Leon: Darlin', is it?
Lady: Don't be gettin' any ideas. I'll bet you I'm way too old.
Leon: I like older ladies. C'mon, let me in... darlin'.
Lady: You're a cute guy... but no go, sweetie.
Leon: Damn. Aight, here's the money (-150 credits total: 950).
Lady: Your card.
*Leon walks through the doorway into the main dance floor. He heads off to the bar, hoping to get some info out of drunks.*
Leon: Barkeep, some wine. None of that jacksh*t.
Barkeeper: 5 credits.
Leon: Here (-5 credits total: 945).
Barkeeper: Your drink, sir.
*Leon turns to the guy next to him, who happens to be a WTO guard.*
Leon: Whassup?
WTO Officer: Hi.
Leon: Know who the head of security around here is? I got business wit the guy, but I've never met him, per se.
WTO Officer: Who, ol' Tom? Yeah, I know him... info'll cost ya.
Leon: Hell no, b*tch! I thought WTO Officers weren't supposed to take bribes!
WTO Officer: Woah, keep it down. Swearin' at a guard's not a good thing, buddy. So anyways, I'll give you the info. Thing is, see, civvies aren't supposed to know about Tom.
Leon: Listen buddy, I'll give you my drink if'n you give me the lowdown on Mister Tom.
WTO Officer: Done. Alright, this is it. Tom's a specials. He's investigating smuggling, cheating, the kit 'n caboodle. He's paid well. I'd give a lot to see that bastard go down, and go down hard. Anyhoo, he's biomodded, and a buch of other sh*t. Supposed to have one of those new-fangled ARs with him. Rich, stuck-up bastard.
Leon: Hmm... how much would you give to see him go down?
WTO Officer: 1 week's pay. For me, that's 500 credits.
Leon: Damn. Aight, here's the thing. What you do is give me your uniform. Get in a fight with Tom, and I'll come in, tell you guys to take it outside. I'll watch you two go, and I'll hide out, with my sniper rifle. You start distracting him, and then... BAM! Get it?
WTO Officer: A murder conspiracy?
Leon: You don't tell, I don't tell.
WTO Officer: Fine.