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3 cars, on the regular. Armored from what a'can see. Mercs, no doubt. Private muscle. I imagine heavy guns un' those big coats. The thumping of the music fades as the track ends, injecting the bar with a stifling, tinnitus-like quality. Outside, the weather has taken a turn and the grime from the w...

The bartender grunts something incoherent and stoops below the bar. A moment later he emerges holding a bottle with a scorpion laser engraved on the glass and a dirty tumbler. He stares at the stained glassware, seemingly wrestling with some existential dilemma. After a suspect amount of time has pa...

The agent slips off to wherever it is agents go, leaving a progress bar in Mouse's AR feed. The music continues to thump against her ear-drums, accentuated by the sibilating rasp of blow out tweeters. In the time it takes to speak to her compatriots, a fight amongst the other bar patrons has begun, ...

He come 'n go through the VIP entrance, omae. Heavily guarded, c'est . Drive in wit' a convoy, too. Your best bet gonna be snatchin' putaine from the VIP room or on the occasion he come down to mingle. The bartender stares pointedly at Mouse, probably struggling with mental arithmetic to determine ...

Dey got a guy, real spooky. Definitely awakened. He's what you'ad call the main bouncer. 'Course, dey let 'wared up bodyguards in. C'est vrai. But only if they with someone real important like. You could always divide 'n conquer... The bartender seems to have finally noticed the team through their ...

The Cajun makes a thoughtful noise by clucking his tongue. Unless you's well connected, walkin' tru' the front door is a no-go. I got a friend at da com-pany what hires them bartenders 'n showgirls. For the right price, we get you in tru the service entrance-- but only 'doze of you's without cyberwa...

C'est exact . I know you's lookin' for Russian com-pany. What'ya need to know? I know Désespéré like the back of my hand. The bartender belches abruptly and fumbles with the bottle. His oversized hands managed to seize the beer before it is subjected to Newton's first law. He resumes analyzing the ...

Before the bar's atmosphere is able to create any kind of lasting trauma, Mouse's feed titters. Preacher's subordinate is returning her message. Fighting a twinge of social anxiety, Mouse accepts the call. Johnny's baritone fades to a burble as the audio compensators do their thing. A dry chuckle, l...

The interior of the pumping station harbors no surprises. It's a cluttered gallery of dingy, second-hand furniture, antique posters and tired looking patrons. A barely perceptible sheen on nearly every surface alludes to a pervasive stain, the composition of which would give any chemist a wet dream....

The Eaves flits by the Vantichrist's windows like a melting, schizophrenic watercolor. Overhead, moonlight suffuses with smog to create God's own neon light. Burbclaves and strip malls rise and fall with little variety to distinguish them. Just after enough time has passed for the runners to begin r...

Preacher steeples his hands, his piercing eyes fixed on a point somewhere beneath the Earth's mantle. He is infamous, so I imagine the answer is yes. The man has made no effort to avoid trampling his allies underfoot in his bid for power. I have heard such things... His hand jerks involuntarily, per...

A Yokai materializes from the church's incessant gloom, revealing a heavy-set man with a Hyottoko mask. The owner of the nightclub must've greased some palms, because they haven't filed for permits in twelve years, despite renovating twice. The only thing I could find is a utility map. It's probably...

Mouse Negotiation + CHA 6, 4, 5, 1, 6, 5, 1, 4 4 hits on 8 dice - Second Chance 6, 4, 3, 5 2 hits on 4 dice ( 6 total successes ) ~ Preacher Negotiation + CHA 5, 4, 2, 5, 3, 6, 6, 3, 2, 3 4 hits on 10 dice Preacher folds his hands as he regards Mouse. A time frame? As soon as possible. In the inter...

Preacher wipes a bit of dust from the altar. Your ranks were looking a bit depleted. I had Conrad send someone that you can trust. Now that we are picking a fight with the Zodiac, it's imperative to have as many hands on deck as possible. Time is of the essence, as well. I'll pay you two hundred tho...

Preacher arches a brow at Mick. It's obvious that he realizes the implication is earned, but just maybe the ork's swagger instills a note of confidence. That or the fact that the runners somehow keep coming back alive. Ilya is what you might call a Trustfund child. Spoiled, arrogant, but extremely w...

Preacher folds his fingers together. Contractors or not, you're involved and have a right to know. The stakes are much higher now. We have an opportunity to possibly curb this pandemic, if not at least remove the targets that we have accumulated on our backs. I've begun investigating those with clos...

Bodies stir in the darkness-- a knee-jerk Yokai immune response to the disrespect cast toward their leader. At a nearly imperceptible tilt of Preacher's head, the shadows become still. Preacher drums his fingers on the top of the canister and his eyes slide off the team, venturing into a point beyon...

Preacher doesn't react to the accusatory tone. Although, the fixer does slide the canister towards the back of the altar, away from the team. But when the Helper comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth, who proceeds from the Father, he will bear witness about me. He clear...

Mouse - Perception - 1, 6, 5, 5, 2, 4, 4, 3, 4 3 hits on 9 dice Preacher murmurs, his attention still firmly affixed to the cylinder. I sent a plague among you after the manner of Egypt... And I made the stench of your camp rise up in your nostrils... After a brief silence, Preacher glances up at M...

The Immortal Son seems darker than usual. The silhouettes of pews are barely visible, rising like islets from a sea of shadow. Beyond the Nave, the subtle glow of candlelight submits to the oppressive gloom. The dim confines are made all the more unnerving by the Anglican austerity. And the Yokai ar...

Christ, bemoans the VantiChrist. The fact that the construct's voice sounds like a man trapped in a phonebooth does little to dampen the startling effect of the frequent outbursts. Wherever you end up, please stay there. Taipan and Thoryne's absence had been felt, but the smarmy, self-aware vehicle...

It's been month since the nightmare aboard the freighter. Seattle-- for all its tenacity-- has seen better days. A mysterious pandemic has gripped the city. High end clinics are stuffed to the brim, street docs have lines wrapping blocks, and dead transients lying in the street are a common sight. N...

Noah glances over the dashboard, his face illuminated in the familiar loglo of the Sprawl. Home sweet home, he says with a crooked smile. When this elicits no response, he glances over his shoulder at the runners stuffed in the back. I won't ask what happened, but you all look pretty rough. Anywhere...

The sun sinks into the horizon as the yacht putters parallel to the coast, headed for a rendezvous with Anne-Marie. Despite a fairly successful job, the atmosphere is leaden with questions: Just what is going on? What will they do with Javad? What happened on that freighter? The mood would be tense ...

Axel keeps the throttle on full, making a bee-line away from the flaming wreck as it slips into the foaming depths. He desperately hopes that whomever fired the torpedos mistakes them for a group of all-too-curious yuppies and opts not to pursue. The mood is grim on the deck of the yacht-- each team...

The yacht drifts away from the freighter as Axel engages the engines. The massive vessel seems to be listing a bit, but it could just be the perspective. Every member of the team feels palpable relief at having disembarked the cursed ship and its grotesque secrets. Javad-- now wearing a life preserv...

Mouse sends out a Matrix ping, hoping to score some scrap of information about the vessel bearing down on their position. Just as she's readying her bevy of cracking programs, an AR window pops open. Whether or not her agent opened it, Mouse isn't sure. But she finds her immediate attention drawn to...

Axel - Demolitions - 6, 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 3, 3, 5 - 3 hits on 9 dice Axel works quickly, affixing the explosives to the one of the freighter's structural ribs. It's already sinking, but he's going to help it sink faster. The rain makes everything slippery and he fumbles with the detonator a few times ...

Preacher listens patiently as Yung explains the catastrophe still unfolding. Another brief period of silence follows as Preacher presumably reviews the footage uploaded via Mouse's comm. Horrific, Preacher responds. I can't allow this to spread to the mainland. Gather an organic sample and scuttle t...

The team's face fumbles with the slick, black plastic brick. The rain, sweat and blood that coats his hands makes the task cumbersome. After he finally manages to open the device, he snaps the safety retainer and activates the isotope. A green light pulses from a small display, bathing his face in a...

The ship's radar results grip Axel's chest like an icy hand: two klicks out, approximately. He scans the horizon. If it were not for the storm clouds still tumbling about, they might even have a visual. Achak wipes rain drops off the DSECD and hands it to Yung. Better for you to make the call. I'm n...

Mick - Sneaking - 3, 2, 6, 3, 4, 2, 2, 1, 2, 4, 6, 1 - 2 hits on 12 dice Mick - Perception - 6, 4, 1, 4, 3, 4, 6, 1, 5, 3 - 3 hits on 10 dice Having traversed the ladder in virtual silence, Mick peeks their head over the deck. The storm is waning and only a soft pelt of horizontal rain dash against...

Achak exhales slowly in an attempt to relax himself. Despite the Amerind's capable demeanor it's obvious that he is not in his element. He wraps his fingers around the bottom bar just underneath Mouse and nods up at her. "Let's get up on deck where there is more room. I'll cover you."

Mouse - Perception + INT + 2 (hearing) - 2, 4, 6, 5, 5, 3, 2, 5, 5, 6, 2 - 6 hits on 11 dice As Mouse places her hands on the bottom rungs of the maintenance ladder she freezes. She stays perfectly still, straining to hear for sounds at the very limit of even her preternatural hearing. A series of ...

Mouse & Axel - Hardware Teamwork Test - Axel - Hardware + LOG - 5, 2, 5, 1, 6, 1, 5, 4 - 4 hits on 8 dice Mouse - Hardware + LOG + 4 - 5, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 1, 6, 1, 3, 6, 5, 3, 6, 4, 3 - 7 hits on 16 dice Axel and Mouse kneel on either side of the mysterious gizmo. While the object before them is ...

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