Lapel

"So maybe you want to buy your microwaves somewhere else?" he was a tough kid, behind his Mao-job. A Nighttowner by birth, probably.

Her hand blurred down the frond of his jacket, completely severing a lapel without even rumpling the fabric.

"So we got a deal or not?"

"Deal," he said starting at his ruined lapel with what he must have hoped was only polite interest.

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Johnny Mnemonic