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This branch of the Capitol Credit Union was a squat little building that stood all by its lonesome in the corner of a parking lot. Lights in the front window revealed a pair of guards making their way past the teller line. If he understood the situation correctly, these men would be retrieving the excess currency from the vault and transporting it by means of an armoured truck.
Physical currency.
What a quaint notion. On his world, any man who suggested such a thing would be mocked. Coins, notes – and any other physical commodity for that matter – would be far too easy to steal. Commerce was carried out by means of a bio-chip implanted in each citizen's hand and keyed to his DNA.
Leo frowned, turning his face up to the overcast sky. Useless fools, the lot of them, he thought, squint
