It is during these troubled times that runners are in higher demand than ever. Come and follow the story.
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Times were rough. Worse than usual, with the number of "bread and soy-paste" runs down. No one wanted to risk small runs with the amount of UCAS overwatch in Seattle. Those Johnsons who tried the rookie runners got nothing except a bad rep for high-risk low pay runs. But ya gotta still pay the bills ne? So when Simpleton buzzed, the deal was too good to turn down -- even though I'd never heard of this fixer. The meet at the IHOP went smooth, Simpleton was straightforward enough, didn't try to pull any tricks. His chummers were also no-nonsense experienced runners. I like that.
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Simpleton gave us a ride ta the Johnson's house. Nice neighborhood. Interestingly, Simpleton and his crew went in with us to the meet. Turns out this Johnson calls himself Dr. Riley, doesn't look like a shadow type. No probs. He wants us to do some clean up work for a failed run. Well, sort of. Seems like he sent in another team to watch a thief steal some statue, and then plant some evidence after this Tony-Shouts-at-Stars left. Only some other team showed up and got to Tony. Well, instead of watching and planting the 'material evidence" they try to go bust him free and only ended up with two hospitalized and one MIA. Now he wants us to go find Tony and bring him back -- alive. Doesn't sound like too big a prob. He's offering quite a chuck of nuyen -- 25K for the job with 5K up front and a nice 24 hour bonus too. The bonus enough should take care of rent for the next few months. Anyways, I've logged all the info we gots in the file 089Yrcx~Riley87k#.
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This is what I remember of the others when we got to the IHOP. Looks like I'll be doing a run with them.
[Al'addin's description]
Al'addin is shorter than most orks, standing at 5'6" and quite slender.
His beady black eyes are hidden deep in his face and his mouth seems to be in
a perpetual frown. His skin tone is an olive shade of green and he wears his
black hair trimmed short and managable, as is his dark beard. It might take
you a moment to realize he's a Hobgoblin, the Mid-East version of an ork.
The only obvious chrome is a datajack on his left temple.
He is wearing a conservative blue power suit that contrasts nicely with his green skin color. If you're perceptive enough, he has a pistol holstered under his right arm. He is also carrying a nice breifcase. His who appearance, aside from being an ork-variant, screams corporate.
[Bulldog]
A comparatively tall (about 1.4m) dwarf looking like any other corper.
Dressed in a dark suit, that complements the rest of his African ancestry, with a contrasting tie. Mirrored shades in case. The butt of a pistol visible under jacket.
[Ethan]
Ethan is a charismatic afro-american Elf, with a bold head. He is nearly 200 cm tall and definitely weights less than 100kg. He dresses in dark clothes.
[The Reaper]
Standing at 2.74, the troll, like all of the others of his kind, cuts an imposing figure. Despite being slightly dated, the street fashionable jacket and jeans he wears can be seen without much more than a second glance to be of the armored variety. The sparse black hair atop the large head is cropped short with a groomed beard covering the lower half. The protruding jaw and large tusks grant the impression of stupidity, yet the eyes beneath the likewise overgrown brow can show the intelligence and presence hidden in the large body. The ready smile only serves to further accentuate the tusks and misshappen teeth.
