The light was dimming and the Radcycle grumbled between Harry's legs as he crested the last hill and looked down over the town in the distance. It didn't look like much this far out, a cluster of prefab dwellings with a couple of more permanent structures at the heart of the town, most likely the bank and the jail if he guessed right. Not that he cared that much, there wouldn't be many in a town this far out from the central cities that'd be interested in the wares he had to offer.

Turning the handlebars Harry kicked the bike up into high gear, heading for the cluster of turbines scattered further along the rise. It always paid off to make an entrance in small settlements like this, especially when your guns were clearly holstered at your side. Not that Harry intended to threaten them in any way, but the sight of the longarm often helped get a good price for some of his scrap, if only to ensure he left quickly without having to draw the weapon.

Pulling up beside the sales booth Harry kicked the cycle into parking before hauling himself up out of the saddle. He'd been driving for the better part of three days and his legs were still tingling from the constant vibrations the bike's electric engine gave off as it ran. Taking a moment to rub some lift back into his tired muscles Harry reached down and tightened the exo-brace which helped keep his leg together, or at least that's the impression it gave. In truth his legs were just as good, if not better, than most human's his age. He'd been told that was part of the genetic inheritance he'd gained from his father's side of the family, not that he'd ever bothered to ask exactly what that meant.

Moving to the back of his vehicle Harry quickly yanked a large satchel up onto his shoulder before reaching down with both hands and hauling an old engine block up from the storage compartment. With an over-acted shuffle he quickly made his way over to the counter, waiting a moment as the attendant cleared some space for him before setting the heavy piece of machinery down.

"There you go Simon," Harry said smugly, "One Lightning engine, as promised."

"You're a wonder Harry," The attendant replied warmly, rising up from his seat to examine his new prize with obvious excitement. His eyes lit up a moment later as he stroked his hands down the side of the micro-element manifold. "Damn... flawless manifold, almost all shock plugs still intact... where'd you find this?"

Harry shook his head with a smile, "You know better than to ask things like that Simon. All I can say is that there's no previous owner likely to come looking for it." With that Harry pulled a battered old tablet from his satchel and with a swipe of his finger brought up his financial management program. "Now, as for business..?"

"No problem," Simon said, his iPhone already in hand as he tapped in the credit transfer. A moment later Harry nodded happily as the payment registered on his pad.

"Got something else for you too, prime grade power cells." Pulling the satchel mouth wider Harry let Simon take a peak at the high-capacity cells piled inside, each gleaming as if they'd only just come off of the assembly line. In truth they were all refurbished and drained, but with as little charging they'd work just as good as they looked.

Simon shook his head sadly. "I'd love to take them from you Harry, but business ain't too good right now and this has wiped out my readies. Best I can do is point you to a fella in town, he was in a earlier today looking for high-cap cells and had the look of someone who'd be looking to settle for the night. If you're lucky he might still be looking to trade."

"Yeah?" Harry said, tucking his tablet back in the pouch as he glanced down the road towards the town. "He look good for the money?"

"He was wearing a fancy wrist-comp and said he was gonna be buying an ion charge cell, so he'll have some scratch to play with. Best hurry though, might not want to buy if you leave it too long."

Harry smiled, a customer with ready cash, always a good thing for a scavenger. "Thanks for the tip. See ya soon."

With that Harry turned back to the Radcycle, stowing the power cells in back before kicking the engine into life. Moment later he was speeding down the roadway into the town, heading for the town centre. As he pulled up he spotted the sparse crowd clustered around the old truck belonging to a trader he'd dealt with a few times in the past, not always with a mutually agreeable outcome. Turning away from the market Harry made his way towards the bar with his satchel hanging down at his side.

Stepping through the door he could see the usually evening crowd clustered at their usual tables. In one corner a card game of some sort had started up and already several knick-knacks and gadgets were resting piled in the middle of the table. A quick glance told him the gadgets were all low-quality junk, including a couple of pieces he recognised as his own finds from a few weeks earlier. Turning away he was about to head back out the door when he spotted a rough looking man sitting with a Blueberry off to one side. He didn't recognise either of them, but the man's wrist-comp was distinctive.

'What the hell,' He thought to himself, 'It's worth a shot at least.'

Lifting his arm in the air with a friendly wave, which also gave everyone a good view of the custom stunner hanging from his belt, just in case, Harry called out to the man as he stepped up towards the table. [b]"Hey there! You the guy looking for high-cap power cells?"[/b]