Christy wandered over to what she wished was her cafe, still in need of those fifty thousand credits.
"Wonder what's happened to those boys... Hope they haven't abandoned me again." She sighed as she realied it might be true.
Just as she was considering taking the credits given and running, a messenger popped through the door with a small envelope, a rarity in these days of the neural net.
"Message for... Christy?"
"Yes, that's me, where do I sign?"
"No need, I know who you are. Used to come here regular."
Opening the small envelope, she found a cred stick, and a little message reading:
"Christy,
Managed to get my old man's old man to cough up the credits.
M'guire"
Slotting the stick into the her reader, she discovered to her joy, the fifty-thousand needed, as well as a nice two-hundred-thousand extra.