\a creepy raspy males voice/[8 MHz, English]: Anyone looking for work, come meed me in the north part of the Seattle space needle lobby.
There's a short well dressed white male, with bug eyes and greasy blonde hair
that is slicked back. Behind him is a seven foot tall black male transvestite,
and a 5' 6" female shadowrunner.
A male human johnson has a 7 foot tranny and female shadowrunner bodyguards and is in excellent physical condition and is alert.
A Male Elf enters the south.
You get a Pharmacom pager from A Neophyte Guild duffelbag.
Ralphy Okay, well I guess you are the only runner here.
Ralphy shows you a pocket secretary with flight information, and he has plane tickets. He pulls one out because you are the only runner going. He is obviouly not going with. "The task is this. I need you to fly to Berlin and meet up with a contact there. His name is Arthur Jones.
A Male Elf shrugs helplessly.
A Male Elf says to you, in English, "I can do anything but decking"
A Male Elf nods solemnly.
A Male Elf says, in English, "What is the plan for tramsporting my less legal gear?"
Ralphy points at the ticket. It says "Flight 7 Seattle International Airport" The Johnson continues, "You will be taking flight 7 from Seattle. Once you land you will need some transportation. Can you drive?"
A Male Elf says, in English, "not one bit if you want the car in one peice."
A Male Elf shrugs then looks around, "unfortunately I'm not a one man team.
You say, "Not to worry."
You say, "I have some contacts in Berlin that you can meet up with. I will need you to take these titles also. Once there, you and the crew are going to emulate a biker gang from out of town, to keep from attracting attention to the local shadowrunners.""
You get The Title to a Yamaha Rapier from A Neophyte Guild duffelbag.
You get The Title to a Yamaha Rapier from A Neophyte Guild duffelbag.
You get The Title to a Yamaha Rapier from A Neophyte Guild duffelbag.
You get The Title to a Yamaha Rapier from A Neophyte Guild duffelbag.
You get The Title to a Ford Americar from A Neophyte Guild duffelbag.
You give The Title to a Ford Americar to A Male Elf.
You give The Title to a Yamaha Rapier to A Male Elf.
You give The Title to a Yamaha Rapier to A Male Elf.
You give The Title to a Yamaha Rapier to A Male Elf.
You give The Title to a Yamaha Rapier to A Male Elf.
You say, "Do you have a phone?"
A Male Elf gets a cellular phone from a pair of extremely baggy dark blue jeans.
A Male Elf says, in English, "indeed I do."
A Male Elf puts a cellular phone in a pair of extremely baggy dark blue jeans.
You put a Pharmacom pager in A Neophyte Guild duffelbag.
A Male Elf raises his eyebrow.
You give a wireless Samsung (tm) video cell phone to A Male Elf.
A Male Elf grimaces.
You say, "Do you have a pocket secretary?"
A Male Elf says, in English, "alright, so whats the hard part you haven't told me yet? And yes I do."
You say, "Well, just meeting the contact is only the beginning. You then have to do what my contact wants."
A Male Elf chuckles politely.
You grin evilly.
A Male Elf says, in English, "I know you're not telling me I'm going in blind to what I'm supposed to do, and blind to how much I'm going to get paid for it."
Ralphy licks his lips as he makes eye contact with you. His creepy stare with his buggy eyes weirding you out. "I will pay 50k if you take the job, no questions, and complete the job."
A Male Elf crosses his arms and considers the implications, "alright but don't frag me J. I swear to Almighty Hyena you better not be fraggin me J. Lets get this drek under way."
Your blood seems to erupt.
You are mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
OOC LOL I died from needing my medicine for platelet factory, right in the middle of the run.
Ralphy looks visibly relieved that you have accepted. "Thank you. Thank you. You see, I had to come here to find people that may be more accepting of... different folks."
Ralphy says sincerely, "I will pay, and the job is legit. It may be difficult at times, but I am sure you and the crew will manage."
A Male Elf gives the J a look that basically says 'Mhmmm' and after a moment's pause asks, "Is there anything else relevant to the run I need to know before I get on the plane... for example, how I'm going to get my illegal gear across the atlantic without being detained, I can't very well take them on the plane with me."
You say, "I took care of that already. The particular flight I have chosen is lower security, and I paid off the detail ahead of time to grease the skids."
A Male Elf shrugs "Alright we'll see, I really don't want to make the fraggin news."
You say, "Just tell 'em you're Ralphy's boy. They will understand."
A Male Elf says, in English, "an odd alias, regardless I'd better get prepared."
A Male Elf turns to lewave and starts walking
A Male Elf immediately goes to one of his techy contacts checking the phone he was given for taps etc, not to remove but know if they're in there, also has the techy check the matrix for validity of the flight ticket information and lets the techy put a tracker on him giving orders that if he leaves berlin or stays in the same place too long to call his personal phone, and if its not answered with a certain password within a certain time to assassinate the johnson and gives him 3k for the possible wetwork run.
Upon checking the phone, your techy doesn't notice any taps. He does however verify that the tickets, and flight is real.
A Male Elf then heads to the airport taking a taxi looking as normal as possible in 2064, also masking his awakened nature. Upon getting out of the taxi, he begins to look for metal detectors and in the event of metal detectors tries to find an alternate route in.
The Seattle International is bustling with all types of people going in and out of different airport terminals. There doesn't seem to be too much security, and wouldn't you know it, but just your luck. A guy has started problems at one of the nearby terminals and is brawling with security. Every security on the floor has left thier post to go try to detain the unruly citizen.
A Male Elf enjoys the chaos and briskly walks past them, sliding his illegal luggage around the metal detector and walks through with nothing that would set it off. picks up his carryon duffelbag and heads towards the terminal where his flight should be to check in.
After you slip into the terminal, you see the unruly character run off, escaping capture. A few minutes after you take your seat in the plane it begins down the runway. The flight is a long one, but not very eventful. Movies play on several trideos to keep the passengers entertained. Once you land in Berlin and head into the main airport, you see a troll with dreadlocks holding a sign. "Ralphy's boy"
A Male Elf perceives briefly to see if the troll is awakened as he starts walking up to him.
The troll is mundane, and has a large ammount of low grade cyberware. You hear the poorly constructed mechanics clicking and humming as he moves.
A Male Elf slightly frowns many derogatory thoughts go through his head as he approaches the damn dirty trog. He stops out of the approximate melee range and stands there momentarily waiting the the no doubt retarded brute to become aware of his presence, then nods to him.
When he sees you he says gruffly with a low grunting voice in a funny brittish accent, "You must be Ralphy's fuckin' boy from Seat'le. I hope you kin run a crew."
The troll says, "well C'mon then." He beckons to you, and heads out the doors to a taxi. "Ralphy said you'd have the tit'les to the cars ya?"
A Male Elf looks straight back at the troll with disdain, "I must be. I hope you can fraggin keep your slitch mouth in check long enough for us to do what we gotta do. I don't want to standing near a fraggin drekpile corpse in a foreign fraggin county." He begins to slowly follow the trog staying out of reach. "Yeah I got them fragface."
The troll doesn't seem bothered by the fowlness of the conversation, (He's probably used to prejudice judging his ugliness.) "Good. Well, we need to head to a computer hangout called Area 51. That's where the rest of the crew is." You hop in the cab, and he pays a cheap fare. After a couple minutes you arive at a small building with a lot of neon signs out front. "Area 51" You walk in and are greeted by a rather average crew of runners. There is several sets of biker gear layed out of all sizes. Some of the runners have already started dressing up in biker costumes. They all have patches and emblems of a local gang."
A Male Elf looks around for some gear approximating his current armour ratings, leaving the form fitting body armor on the whole time. Meanwhile starting conversation, "Okay, I don't know you and you don't know me. I've been hired from across a fraggin ocean to do some drek here, and in the intgerest of self fraggin preservation lets get to know each other. I already know this drekhead..." thumbs towards the trog he previously met, "And have decided to name him Wart. I'm Rude, and no its not just a pun Jokers. Who are you fraggers and which ones of you are good at something besides attracting bullets?"
There is a small male elf with a shaved head except a ponytail, revealing a datajack in his temple. "I am blue, and this is Sierra..."He guides a tall human female by the hand who is heavily geared up. "She is my friend, and we too are not from this area. We were told that the job would attract some attention, and it was not wanted by the local runners." He points to a back room with a curtain in front of it. You see lights flickering behind the curtain. "You should talk to Arthur Jones to get more information on the run. It's kinda of strange, but I kinda like the whole idea."
A dwarf steps forward with a minigun. "Yeah, I get it. Leave it to the wierdos to introduce thierselves."
The dwarf says, "I'm Tony. I'll be slinging the lead." He pats his handheld minigun. It looks heavily modified.
A Male Elf nods curtly to the Elf and looks briefly at the human woman. A quick moment of astral perception to see where the people are behind the curtain and if there is only one and he's on his way to the back. Although he maintains his current image, the thoughts going through his head say that this is all fragged up.
A Male Elf also just walks past the dwarf and pats his head, overcompensating much?
There is no astral signature from anyone at all behind the curtain.
A Male Elf doesn't go to the curtain yet and instead casts improved invisibility on himself.
The shadowrunners blink, and you are gone.
A Male Elf draws his rifle and opens the curtain with it.
As you pull the curtain aside you notice a cybered out corpse on one of the bench seats in the booth. There is room for 3 more to sit down. There is a trideo on the table in the middle of the booth with static flickering on the screen. Back to the corpse. This body looks like it was cybered beyond livable circumstances. It is definately cybered beyone recognition. There is very little flesh left on the corps, and it's definately dead having no living astral signature.
After a while the trideo begins flickering in a new patern, and it becomes a clear white background with a man in a white suite standing in the center.
The man in the suit says, "Welcome. Welcome. My name is Arthur Jones. Surpised? I bet you are, so just sit back and listen while I tell a little tale about myself."
A Male Elf just leans against the wall slightly surprised that he was seen by whatever, slightly wondering how the gadgets or cybercorpse saw through his improved invisibility but motions to keep going.
The man on the trideo continues. "I have worked for a cybernetics labratory on some of thier top research projects for most of my life. At MIT Tech we were on the cutting edge of Bioware, Cyberware, nanobots... virtually all medical science." He gets really close up to the screen and quietly says, "We were even getting involved with." He whispers, "Cybermancy."
Arthur Jones continues. "After working on several projects, some other corporate associates thought I was making them look bad. They stole some of my work, and killed me. So now the question must be, How am I contacting you if I am dead? and that's a good question, so let me get started."
Arthur continues, "Before I died, I was working on some very interesting Artificial Intelligence projects. I uploaded a copy of my concious onto a computer when I suspected my collegues were going to assasinate me, and I am sad that I was right, but now I want to get another body to continue my work solo. I need you to break into MIT Tech with the other runners and get two pieces of Cyberware that will allow a transfer of my concious into that corpse, and cybermancy will help bring me back."
A Male Elf a loud sigh emits from his lips and he drops the invisibility spell holstering his rifle. " I'm going to assume sine you're in there you have access to the trix and have everything we need to do the job right? I don't wanna be here for weeks gathering intel.
Arthur seems to look you right in the eye, "That's correct. The elf out front will be rigging from inside the ford americar, so that it will appear as a biker gang, and all of the titles have a 30 day return policy here in berlin, so you will be getting them all back. The co-ordinates are in the rigger's pocket secretary, so he knows where to go already, and I will be rigging a helicopter drone discretely to watch the entire mission.
Arthur continues, "My drone will be well behind everyone. You might not even see it most of the time. Anyways, there will be security, but it is a science facility, not fort knox. These guys don't even know what they have up there. I kept a lot of my research to myself. Most of it is in these two parts, and noone knows but us. It is imparative that noone else obtains these pieces of cyberware." The screen changes to display the two pieces of cyberware in a full 7D display. It looks like you could grab onto it. "The p-2903 and the synaptic nerve connector are the parts you need to get."
A Male Elf writes that down somewhere in his clothes, "alright when are we supposed to go?"
Arthur Jones says, "I would hate to hold you up for too much longer. The sooner the better. Are you ready?"
A Male Elf smugly grins and states, "Of course I am."
The group all heads outside, and down to the local vehicle title trade. After getting the motorbikes, and the americar, with everyone in thier gear, you actually look like a biker gang. Everyone is looking when you drive by, and everyone knows you're there. Eventually the motorbike you are riding, and all of the other vehicles pull up the a tall skyscraper with huge letters MIT Tech. The copter drone flies down and says, I stored the cyberware on the second basement level down in the storage areas.
Blue types into the computer p-2903 and he walks right to the package on a shelf. He grabs the package, and searches the computer again...
A Male Elf turns to the rigger of the team, "You know where to go brother?"
Blue points at the tall skyscraper with huge letters. "MIT Tech" He says, "That's the place. We better get down to the basement somehow. What should we do? I didn't really bring any fighting drones. I was just told I had to rig the vehicles here, and act like a biker thug."
It's mid-day, and this is a typical skyscraper in the corporate part of town. There is suits walking in and out with briefcases, and there isn't any heavy security to note. There is a couple of cameras of course, as would be common in almost any office building. People take note of your presence, but don't say anything. They just avoid you so far.
A Male Elf after pondering for a moment, he looks for a couple nearby bars, pointing towards the closet one that doesn't look like its overloaded with local gangers, "lets go hang out over there for a while until we can get a plan together, Aurthur I need you to come up with schematics of the building for me including ventilation for the ungerground and a security patrol timesheet if possible. We're going to get noticed if we stay here too long."
Arthur's drone floats around you. His voice comes out of it. "I know you will get noticed. We want this to be blamed on the gang that you are dressed up like. You are supposed to be noticed. Just go in."
A Male Elf looks at the drone in a cold way, "You wanna live again? I wanna keep living. It will be blamed on the gang, we'll be seen, but I'm not going to get murdered later for your already aced out hoop, nor am I going to let the rest of the team get hoop fragged for it, I'm going to the bar. You want my help, you want it to be a success? I'm going to the bar, I'm doing it at night, get the stuff we need." with that he starts briskly walking to the aforementioned bare. "Come on guys."
The group has enough willpower to break off following the J's orders to listen to thier fellow shadowrunner on this.
They follow you to a nice bar. A few corps hanging out getting sissy drinks.
A Male Elf waits until the drone is out of site and the rest of Rude's "ganger's" are sitting nearby before continuing.
A Male Elf turns to the dwarf and asks him where he's from.
Tony says, "I am from the kruezbazar, on the other side of Berlin." Where are you from?
A Male Elf nods, "Seattle how did everyone get involved with this run?"
Tony replies, "I had a Johnson that was fairly new to the area contact me. He already offered a few jobs to people for bodyguard work. I asked my current fixer Ansel if he could find any info on the guy, and he okayed the run. Ansel usually doesn't okay just any run."
Blue says, "I was new to Amsterdam, and I met a fixer at a club. He introduced me to another friend when I needed a job. That's how I got here."
Blue continues, "I came with Sierra. We took the job together."
Wart says, "I'm just looking for credits to upgrade my cyberware. It took a little coaxing for me to get the price outta the johnson, but when he told me 50k I was in. Not much good paying runs out there now, even if they are high risk."
Blue nods, and he pulls a VCR out of his gear and starts rigging, while Sierra goes and sits next to a couple of corp typs sitting in the bar. After a while Blue pulls the wire out of his datajack and comes to. "There doesn't seem to be much change. It's getting later out. Looks like most of the corpies are off work now." he says. Right about then Sierra sits back down at the table. "Those guys over there /are/ the security at MIT and they are actually getting /ready/ for work." she says discusted.
A Male Elf whilest the two are doing what they're doing, the one meatbod dead to the world, and the other busy charming the corpsec, he turns to the dwarf and the Troll speaking in a low voice, "okay chummers, we may or may not like each other, but its obvious the fraggers that hired us are going to try to kill us off eventually to get rid of the evidence, so we will need each other to stay alive. I also don't trust those two, because they're the most vague about their origins, and I highly suspect they're working with the funders of this little operation. Although I have no proof, lets watch each other's back, and keep an eye on them. Hmm?" As if hmm was a sentence in itself saying 'are you on the same page or what'.
Tony looks at Wart, and Wart is looking back at Tony, then they both look at you. They both give a nod.
A Male Elf nods back. then after the other two runners "come back" he addresses the group again, "alright then, these are the guards for the next shift huh? Lets see what we can do with that..." astrally perceives to check the two guards for awakened status and cyberware, then stops perceiving.
They are not magically active, and have a small ammount of cyber.
A Male Elf nods to himself, "alright sierra, go back there and distract them a moment while I go to the bathroom, the rest of you get ready in case this doesn't go right. When they fall asleep, take them outside."
The troll stops you.
"You have been putting this off for too long. What is the matter with you? We are supposed to make a ruckus. Are you affraid of a couple pussy corp security? Look at those guys. C'mon man what the hell is going through your head now?"
A Male Elf looks at the troll, "The gangers are supposed to make a ruckus right? the gangers will, but who said there needed to be 5 of us instead of three and two security guards?"
Wart raises an eyebrow. "Go on.
A Male Elf smirks casually, "don't worry, its going to get started right after this.
A Male Elf turns to walk towards the bathroom
The first corpie plops face first into his drink. The other guy starts laughing at first, then he starts to ask him if he's okay.
The second corpie falls on his face while reaching over to shake the other guy. They are both bleeding from the ears, and unconcious.
A Male Elf re-appears and helps carry them out.
A Male Elf Helps the others carry them out of the bar and around to an alley to pilfer their uniforms and whatever they have on them
He finds a dark blue suit, a pair of black mirrored sunglasses, and a medkit.
A Male Elf turns to the troll and says, "feel free to crush their throats while they're down" and emits a little laugh.
Sierra, of all people, stomps down on the trachea of one of the corpies with her biker boots, causing a tube like popping sound, and a crunch of bones as blook explodes violently from the mouth of the first corpie guard.
A Male Elf throws one of the uniforms towards the human woman and starts talking as he changes, "So heres the plan, we're going to go to work, and once we do you're going to raid the mother fragger guns blazing and bikes roaring et cetera. Sierra and I are going to chae you into the basement while seeming to help the other guards while I help you out with a few stunbolts.
A Male Elf says, in English, "agreed?"
They all nod in agreement.
A Male Elf gets changed and starts casually walking across the street not really waiting for sierra.
(A glitch in the matrix)!)(#`~~~
A Male Elf puts on the security guard's uniform and tosses the other one to the human girl, not really knowing much about the general demographics of the security force, he tries to make it as inconspicous as possible, "Alright fraggers, here's the plan, Sierra and I are going to go across the street and check in for work, the rest of you are going to wait here for 5 minutes and then come in guns blazing. we're going to pretend to chase you down into the second level basement, while actually helping you, where we will pick up the items we need to complete the run. Once we acquire the items, I'm going to make myself invisible, and you're going to take Sierra as a 'Hostage' and get the frag out of this drekhole. Any problems or better ideas?"
They all agree to follow the plan.
A Male Elf looks towards Sierra and nods towards the building as if telling her to follow, immediately assuming a brisk pace in front of her and doesn't wait to see if she's catching up.
Sierra matches pace and you both walk into the front. You are greeted by an unsuspecting guard that walks past you hardly looking at you. "Another new employee? This corp has the highest turnover rate.. You better do something spectacular if you wanna keep your job chum." He hurrys to the time clock, and clocks out before leaving. Another guard follows right on his heels.
Five minutes go by, and suddenly Tony bursts in mowing down anythind destructive with his minigun. Right behind him is Wart firing off dual Smarlgun III's and Blue is unloading a .357 revolver and using speed loaders to continue firing. Glass, computers, the water dispenser, the vending machines, the copy machines, bursting into pieces. You see a phone shot right out of someones hand!
A Male Elf ducks and hides behind something until the initial firestorm is over
A Male Elf cast armor on himself
you successfully sustain armor.
After about 500 rounds are fired, and everyone is ducking for cover, the shadowrunners run towards the elevator.
After they push the button, the elevator doors swing open, and they step inside, and hit b2. The elevator doors begin to close.
Once the elevator reaches the b2 floor, the exit the elevator. They are standing in a storage area, and there is a computer in the corner. This floor has high shelves stacked in rows from wall to wall. There are boxes filling the shelves.
You are in the lobby. There is bullet holes everywhere, and demolished electronics. The coporate types, and receptionists have fled the scene screaming.
A Male Elf gets up after they get to the elevator, and looks around for a security monitor and some stairs, in the even he doesn't find either, he simply presses the button on the elevator knowing wherere they are going. He knows the other elf knows what they need so he's not too concerned with having an awful time table.
A Male Elf gets up after they get to the elevator, and looks around for a security monitor and some stairs, in the even he doesn't find either, he simply presses the button on the elevator knowing wherere they are going. He knows the other elf knows what they need so he's not too concerned with having an awful time table.
A Male Elf looks around for sierra as he's waiting.
Sierra is looking at you smiling as she watches the room clear. There is still sheetrock dust clouding the air a bit. She happens to be crouched behind the concierge's desk which has a security display. A single monitor on the center of the counter showing multiple camera views. You see the runners in front of an elevator taking in the floor layout. The Blue is already walking over to a computer to search for the items.
Blue types into the computer p-2903 and he walks right to the package on a shelf. He grabs the package, and searches the computer again...
A Male Elf considers the possibilities for a moment, he doesn't want sierra and himself to show up where the other runners are before another security team, so he goes over to the desk with Sierra and splits his time watching the camera's and outside for the arrival of a more butch law enforcement than the slitches they took out earlier.
Blue goes back to the computer and types in synaptic nerve connector. After a moment, he walks back down the isle and grabs another package. The runners head to the elevator, and start heading back up to the lobby...
A Male Elf takes a brief moment to size up sierra contemplating hitting her with a spell before they arrive.
You hear a low *ding* and the elevator doors swing open. The runners dash towards the door, and shout. "Get down or I'll shoot you all!!!" They are outside a few seconds later running toward the vehicles.
A Male Elf decides not to bolt Sierra and instead chases after the other runners and stunbolts BLue.
A Male Elf yells "Surrender you go-gang slotface scum!"
Blue drops to the floor bleeding from his ears.
A Male Elf runs up to blue and grabs one of the packages, then cast treat on him to wake him back up. He pretends like BLue knocked him back off and looks at the runners like, 'Well? Fet the frag out retards'.
A Male Elf vasically just gave himself a bloody nose.
Blue wakes up with a look of horror, and Wart runs up snagging Blue and dragging him along. They make it into the ford americar, and blue snaps in his VCR and all of the vehicles storm down the street and around a nearby corner. They stop just shy of your sight.
A Male Elf pretends to chase them down around the corner away from the MIT building. In an alley he strips off the security uniform going to back to his biker gear and regroups with them to get the frag out of dodge, but still, something isn't right so he briefly check the box the acquired and heads back tot he homestead.
There is a strange metal object inside the box labeled Synaptic nerve connector. It has many very very fine wires and is in a clear protective enclosure inside the package.
A Male Elf is fine with that, but it occurs to him that they should probably stop looking like a biker gang sometime soon but waits until they get back to arthur
Blue drives the vehicles to the vehicle title exchange near Area 51, and has everyone hop out. "Okay, let's get you back those titles." He walks over to a booth to exchange the titles, and after a brief conversation, the worker reluctantly returns his titles. He immediately starts inspecting the returned vehicles, and the runners start heading to Area 51.
A Male Elf is cool, chilling, waiting for the hoop fragging that will inevitably happen, as it happens in every shadowrun.
You arrive at Area 51. Blue walks in the area with the Trideo and cybered torso, and places the package on the table next to the trideo device. He motions for you to bring in the rest.
A Male Elf throws the box with the part in it at Blue, then positions himself behind the troll and dwarf, giving them the get ready for some sort of nonsense look. His armour spell is still sustained and he decides to cast improved invisibility on himself as well and watch, readying his rifle.
A Male Elf throws the box with the part in it at Blue, then positions himself behind the troll and dwarf, giving them the get ready for some sort of nonsense look. His armour spell is still sustained and he decides to cast improved invisibility on himself as well and watch, readying his rifle.
After the boxes are both places on the box, a copter drone comes over and opens the packages. After it checks the contents, the trideo flickers, and you see Arthur Jones appear on the screen with a smile. "Well done my friends. Now I just need to have my biotechnician install this, and transfer my concious. If it works, you may even see me wandering around!" There is a moment of anticipation, and he says, "Well, you all best be going back to your J's to get paid. I will notify them immediately of the completion."
A Male Elf sighs relief and kicks rocks not waitig for the others, he puts his normmal clothes on and walks out the door still sustaining his sprlls and tries to find a way back to the airport.
You find your way back to the airport, and the international airport here doesn't seem very secure at all. Then again, the security in most places doesn't even wield guns. You are able to slip onto your flight undetected, and there is plenty of empty seats for you to take un noticed. After an uneventful flight, you land in Seattle and everyone departs from the plane. It's not long before you find yourself back at the Space needle in front of the J.
A Male Elf says, "Ralphy, the jobs done. I know you have my nuyen.
A Male Elf Cross his arms and leans against a wall.
Ralphy looks at you with his bug eyes, and a huge creepy grin sweeps across his face. "I knew you could do it. You did amazing. Arthur told me of how involved you were. You were practically the only doing anything! I decided to pay you a little extra. Have a good day runner."
give 57500 nuyen rude
Okay.
A Male Elf grins widely and sadistically, "Null sheen Ralphy, heres your drek."
He gives back the titles. Ralphy hands them back.
"They're yours." He smiles.
Ralphy hands you an illegal underground newspaper.
an underground illegal newspaper
MIT Tech raided by a gang of bikers. They don't appear to be from town, and the target of the raid was unknown, but there were only two known deaths related to the incident. Suspects are still at large.
Male Elf thinks for a moment, "Well I guess this means I can trust you a little bit. Let me know if you got any other good runs." starts to walk away but thinks of something else to say, "But Ralphy... Never frag me ralphy." and continues on his way.
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