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While you were packing for the trip, you couldn’t help but notice that your original suit was still horribly damaged. There was no way you’d be able to use it in its current state. It wasn’t beyond repair, by any means, but you weren’t too sure if you could still salvage the Slip Drive.
One problem at a time.
At first, you tried to ignore the ruined suit, but more often than not, you caught yourself eyeing it mournfully. Silvermane’s suit was great and all, but nothing beats a classic. They’re classics for a reason!
Eventually, you got sick and tired of looking at it and shoved it into a bag. You weren’t planning on taking it with you to Vegas. It wouldn't do you any good in its current state. But you did have someone you could entrust it to until you got back. Someone who had the tools and knowledge necessary to at least restore its more basic functions. And you just happened to have him on speed-dial.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Sam? I’ve got another favor to ask.”</span>
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As eager as you were to get your suit repaired, even you knew that there was such a thing as protocol. And protocol dictated that you didn’t just waltz into the Baxter Building making demands. Especially when you were technically requesting the repair of stolen technology from the one you stole it from.
But that wouldn’t be a problem, because you followed Sam’s instructions. You left the bag webbed to a wall in an alley near the Baxter Building for him to find. Now all you had to do was wait.
Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait very long. Sam was out the door and walking down the street within several minutes of you having gotten there. All he had to do was get to the bag without drawing too much attention, empty the contents of the bag and swap it with his own.
This was the easy part, however. He still needed to get past security with the ruined suit in his bag. He was deathly afraid of getting fired if he got caught, so you knew that he’d be sufficiently motivated to avoid that at all costs.
Several minutes later, he sent you a text confirming that it had gone off without a hitch. He’d probably have your suit ready for you after you got back from Vegas, so that was something to look forward to, at least. And since he knew where you lived, he agreed to drop it off for you while you were away.
You thanked him for his efforts and made yourself scarce before someone could catch you scoping the place out.
Now that that was out of the way, you could focus on other matters that have been sitting at the bottom of your checklist for a while now. Such as making amends with the Wild Pack. Ever since you snatched Electro right out from under their noses, you got the distinct impression that the mercenary company held a grudge against you.
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