Aftermath of Aquatic Run
The other runners were all smiles and giggles after that last Evo run, but not me. I was bleeding out of my eyes and ears and had a huge open wound over my throat courtesy of an enraged hell hound. BattleAx, ever a good friend, put me in contact with Panko Red, a street doc. I laid in Panko’s apartment for 3 days in a dream filled coma.
That damned winged ape spirit haunted me all those 3 days and tormented me while I was at death’s door. It wanted me to retrieve a tome from Hong Kong and would give me certain (ahem) magical secrets if I delivered. It was none too kind about it and wouldn’t arrange our team’s passage there. He also demanded I never tell a soul about his request.
So naturally the first thing I did after regaining consciousness was tell BattleAx. I don’t get along with bullies. The second thing I did was buy a doc wagon contract. If I keep flirting with death this closely, I’m gonna need some help. I also bought a few other gadgets to help keep me alive and learned much more about dealing with the drain of magic.
Running Odin’s Errand
I didn’t see the other runners for around a month and a half, then got a call from Zig Zag in the early evening of a random Monday. A buddy of his, Odin, was offering us a seemingly easy run. He wanted a distraction at the Hollywood hospital in the barrens so that he could sneak in the back door. He offered 3,000 nuyen each.
On the way to this hospital we were followed by a blue sedan. 3 people were inside, one of which hacked my commlink. Zig Zag shook them with some crafty driving, but we were all suspicious.
We did a little recon on the hospital, but probably not enough. We knew the hospital was known for anti-metahuman prejudice. We knew we had to make a distraction. Planning took about 5 minutes, then we started. Flit did overwatch from across the street. The rest of us sat in ZZ’s car across the street. I created an amusing illusion of a “cute” female troll doing a strip tease, then getting in a fist fight with some rowdy humans. The two dwarf guards in front didn’t seem to care. Wait, dwarves? Yes, this anti-metahuman hospital appeared to have dwarven guards. Strange…
Flit decided to escalate the distraction and shot an old man exiting the hospital w/ a stick ‘n’ shock round. Before I had a chance to react to Flit’s random violence, many huge explosions rocked the hospital. An entire wall collapsed, along with the glass windows and doors at the front entrance. Damn, Flit, what did you load that gun with??
Then all hell broke loose. We watched a fight evolve between these dwarves and human guards. I couldn’t figure out which ones were the legitimate guards, til Echo wisely pointed out that the hospital wouldn’t have hired dwarven security. Flit seemed to go crazy and basically shot everything moving. Luckily not her teammates.
The team says that I have “singe-lust” (i.e. I want to use my manabolt to fix all my problems), but Flit’s behavior makes me look peaceful in comparison. My philosophy is to leave no witnesses alive after an encounter, but also to try to prevent anyone from becoming a witness in the first place!
The dwarves were definitely winning. Then a dwarf wearing some bright orange coveralls ran from the hospital, got tossed a gun, and piled into a pickup truck that was approaching. The rest of the dwarves jumped in as well, except one which was too far away. That lone dwarf ran a different direction.
The distraction seemed to be complete, so our team pulled away. We intercepted the lone dwarf that ran in a different direction and Echo tried to talk to him. “Odin sent us!” The dwarf acted like he had no idea who that was, and intimidated us by showing us he had enough grenades to supply a platoon of soldiers. We decided to let him go on his way.
Later we researched a bit more into those dwarves at the hospital. It seems they were with The Red Hot Nukes, which is a gang of dwarven adepts. They have a test for their best members. You have to disarm a bomb. If you succeed you join the inner circle gang, The Fallout Boys. This would explain the explosions and all-dwarf team we saw. They probably were doing a prison break. But what was the prisoner doing in the hospital?
That was the only shadowrun I’ve ever been a part of that I’d call a milk run. But then the catch came – Odin told us he couldn’t pay as the full amount just yet. Why is there always a catch? Frakking Mondays.
Delivering a Tome
We arranged an additional job with Odin and negotiated hard for our terms. in the end, here’s what was agreed on: He would pay us 2250 each for the first run, and would owe us 750 which he would pay when he paid us for the second run. The second run he’d pay 8000 each for, plus 3000 more each if we finished within 48 hours.
(are these numbers correct? What do your notes say, DJ?)
The second run involved delivering a tome to Djinni Masad. Djinni would give us a small package (non-explosive) that we would return to Odin. We went to Glow City to Odin’s house to get the tome. I thought the Barrens was pretty bad, but Glow City is a radioactive wasteland. Hard to believe this hell hole exists just a few miles from Seattle. Zig Zag really has some classy contacts.
Before we approached Odin’s home I summoned a spirit of Man. This was a weird thing. It was much stronger than I called for, and immediately manifested, looking all of broken arms and bent bones. Foul! Must be something in the magical atmosphere of Glow City that caused this to happen.
Anyway, we retrieved the tome from Odin’s house. I was curious about it, wondering if it was connected to the Hong Kong tome I was supposed to retrieve, and so I opened it up. As soon as I touched it I was knocked out and the team didn’t want me near the thing after that. Oh well. I got some pictures of its cover, which I’ll have to show BattleAx and my other magician friends.
I almost forgot to mention — the astral ape came back to haunt me while I was knocked out from grabbing the book. He told me that he knew I had told BattleAx that he wanted the tome. Yeah, whatever, punk.
We got GPS coordinates for Masad. He was at an Underground Urbal Brawl fighting event. Seems like the kind of thing our fixer friend Mario would enjoy. The fighting event of the night was Crusher, a rhino-sized troll w/ wrecking balls for hands, vs. Alien, a 9 foot tall minotaur with an attitude. I put 100 on Alien just for fun.
This event was popular with underworld types. There were Ancients, Yakuza, Cutters, and even a few Vory we had seen before. We avoided them because of the hit they have out on us.
We spotted Masad in the crowd, surrounded by bodyguards and with a geisha-like woman hanging on his arm. Zig Zag tried to push through the crowd to get close, but his bodyguards got suspicious and kept him away. The fight was starting at that moment, so they didn’t care what Zig had to say.
While the fight went on Echo and I saw some suspicious activity. Two guys were staring straight at Masad and didn’t seem to care about the fight. Another guy in the crowd did the same thing, but put a hand in a coat pocket and seemed to point a weapon at Masad.
Crusher won the fight just then (goodbye 100 nuyen) and the crowd went crazy. We saw Masad had collapsed. The geisha searched him and took something, then sprinted away, moving far too quick for a normal person.
This is why I hate Mondays. Nothing goes according to plan.
Flit chased after the geisha. I tried to help Flit out with some spells, but I couldn’t spot her. Some spellcaster in the crowd was throwing some physical damage spells at Flit, but I counterspelled them smartly. (I suspect the mage was one of the people staring at Masad during the fight.)
Flit couldn’t quite spot the geisha, but had an idea where she was headed. I sent Slider, my air spirit, to search for the geisha. I would have used that spirit of man I had called earlier, but that creature was manifested on the street above. I hadn’t told him to manifest or to hang out above us. It was quite disobedient for a summoned spirit!
Echo and I had no chance running to keep up with the action, so we turned our attention to Masad’s bodyguards, one of which was an Ork who was carrying him away.
(to be continued next game session)