Shadowrun Duet - Part 2 - Got a Job for You

Part 1 Here.
Audio Here.

Smells: ozone, rubber, sweat, sex, mold

Sounds: the rain outside, tapping on concrete, small glass windows, and here and there the rythmic plic plocking of water sipping through moldy holes. Your footsteps on the old linoleum staircase, fumbling of keys as you try to open the door marked 0451

Sights: your rundown shitty apartment in Redmond, it's this big studio with cardboard boxes everywhere, tons of your old shit you should have thrown out by now, lots of stuff that's not yours but you just left it there. Cardboard boxes serve as furniture when they're not just pillars screwing with the feng shui of the place. The neighbors above are fighting or fucking, or both. Probably both. Nothing's on the trid it's just re-runs of Dunkelzhan's early interviews - the sly old dragon and his interpret explaining magic 101 to this anchors newswoman who tries her best to appear unfazed at the giant lizard and his puppet-like mouth-piece.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You look at the clock, it's barely 6, you've just gotten home after a long trek through the metro network, that shrink appointment left you in a screwy mood and now someone's just- KNOCK KNOCK BANG BANG BANG

"Yo-"


[Wait, what's your name again?]

"Yo Miss... Lance Kenneth? That it? Yo?"

Did I establish???!!!? I don’t remeber. Ah yes.

[Mia something, Lansquenet]

Mia Ricci

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Yo dog be cool I just got a delivery to make I'm kind of in a hurry"

Could be nothing. Could be delivery guy. Could be a trap. It's probably a trap.

Cautiously open the door, deadbolts still in, standing off to the side behind the wall, pistol in hand

“The fuck is it”

You see this young ork wearing a dark red hoodie, matching the colour of his skin and horns, black tusks, an Oni maybe? The hoodie says "BADMAN" and you can see the bulk of a heavy pistol underneath but he's got both his hands up in a non-threatening posture like "be chill, yo", he leans forward a bit to look at you

"Yo you Lance Kenneth?"

“The fuck I ain’t.  Either fuck off or explain”

"They said you lived here, and youz look the parts. I'm just the courier."

He slowly puts a hand in his baggy pants' left pocket

Pulls out a small credstick

"Dis your advance. You're expected at the Matchstick in 2 hours. You know the place?"

"It's for a job." he looks around: "In the shadows, if you catch my drift." He winks. He is being very subtle right now.

“Stick it through the door and wait a sec in case I decide to give it back”

"Kay" he does what you said

The credstick is like this very simple silvery translucent rectangle about the size of a thumb. You can slot it in your laptop to see what's inside.

There's no label or anything.

You're not a hacker so your options are fairly limited here so I'mma just assume you look inside it?

Stumbles over and grabs and sticks it in - still eyeing the door

Yeah to see if details

It's a credstick - there's a key to transfer 5,000 Nuyen to the account of your choice, right now, no strings attached. A message is attached (for the person reading the key, not the account) that says "There's more where that came from - need professionals, some legwork required, B&E. -Eve"

“Hmpth.  Kay I’m taking it, now fuck off! Do you need a tip or anything?”

"I'm gone chummer. Been paid already."And he gits.

Nice. What's the next step? Okay time to suit up. Get on the typical accoutrements. Sword hidden in its uhhh oboe case. Jackets and everything. Gulp some pills. Fling the door open. CRACK. Fuck I forgot the bolt. Unhook bolt and chain. Actually open door. Mentally post it note to fix the new crack later. Pull up cyborg google maps. To find the place.

You can make a few phone calls to try and get a team running, or you can go to the briefing on your own and get them up-to-date after, your call.

Second.

Matchstick is not too far, it's near the Needle, on the basement level of an office building. It's a pretty typical runner dive. It's cozy and quiet, with a neo-tribal kind of furnishing, with some hi-tech influences. Not much patrons at this hour - pair of hookers sipping drinks, depressed looking data trader zoning out. The doorman's a troll wearing an office suit, custom-tailored, groomed hair. He recognizes you and steps aside to let you go in the back.The office is austere and smells of cigarette and bad dreams. Fairly plain chair. The fixer is…

Roll MOX

I rolled four but one sec I don’t remeber my mox score

Too late for that chummer. This is shadowrun I play fast and loose you don't know your sheet you don't get your bonus.

Ahhh

The fixer is a tall and athletic white woman in her thirties. She's got midnight black hair, cropped short. She's wearing loose-fitting white pants and a shirt exactly the color of her deep blue eyes. Everything about her speaks of a cultured upbringing. She feels business-like.

"Eve Donovan. You're Mia Ricci, aka Lansquenet. Sit down."

She lights up a cigarette, patiently drumming with her other hand - silver. The whole arm is chrome.

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Oh, and then we realized we didn't actually roll Mia's stats just yet. She got BODY -2, REFLEXES -1, MOXY 0, which they decided to keep because I ruled that Combat Drugs flip it to Body +2 and Wired Reflexes flip it to Reflexes +1, but would add complications at various points depending on the PC's use of these harmful augs/amps.