Nash walked through the hallway, his keys jingling in his pocket, humming some old tune he couldn't even name anymore.
He checked his device quickly, another one of his favorite moments of the day.
BP: 4
SP: 18
PP: 12
Funds: 312,450C
Damn.
A month ago, he had to be creative and work his way through his training and make some money; now... now he could literally let the points stack.
He was loaded, at 300 thousand credits, he might have become one of the richest rats you could find down there, and it wasn't higher because he used to spend a lot on the women in his life.
And he still hadn't touched the sixteen grand a month salary from Blacklist yet.
Add two MVP bonuses at twenty each, a couple high-scoring games at five apiece, plus that passive dripping five grand a day straight into his account… yeah.
Maybe he would stop by a shop to buy new clothes? It was better than wearing this sweat-soaked tank the girls hadn't managed to steal as a souvenir.
