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A short story based on Shadowrun
Scott reached the desk and switched on the lights. The room was
flooded with light as Scott tried to adjust his eyes to the brighter
light. The desk was used as a work station for everything from the
monowhip whip to the ingram SMG. Computer chips spread
all over and his deck laying on the bed. The small room was tight for
this 6'3 man. He finial adjusted his eyes and walked to the deck to
examine the damage form the night of decking. A small black mark shone
on the metal case and a small burn on Scott's
datajack. Scott's head ached with the mental pain of the killer IC.
Scott had pulled out of the matrix just before the last hit of
destructive power of the IC. He retrieved his deck and some random
programs and jacked into the matrix board. Reality fad ed as the
gleaming matrix appeared infront of him. He scanned his programs to
find he had no attack program. He wondered for a second and remember
the brutal fight . The last blow hit the attack program and designated
the old M-16 attack program. Scott sc anned the grid. To his right he
could see the Seattle star complex and to his left London ceimplex. He
keyed the pad and the grid faded to the reality and Scott's pounding
headache. Putting the deck and programs into a bag Scott walk to the
door and opene d it to the smell of garbage roasting in the streets of
the sprawl. The radiation pounded at his face as he pulled his hood
over his head to protect from the radiation let in by the holes in the
ozone layer. The street was crowded and cars raced by as the
rain pelted the roofs above. The rain evaporated before it hit the
street. Scott walked along the street heading toward the local bar to
find this Mr. Johnson that wants to use his services.
Morg's bar was a place for deckers and street samurais. The bar
was cooler that the outside street. The bar was vacant except for a
samurai and a small man in the small booth. The samurai was dressed in
fatigues and a tank top. he had a small pistol in a
ankle strap and a survival knife. And the small man was about 3'6 and
has a suit on and a small metallic rose in the left breast of his coat.
The sign for Scott that he is Mr. Johnson. He had his hair slicked back
and a briefcase on the table. Scott walk ed toward the booth and sat
down. " You Mr. Johnson I am Scott Fuller"
"Yes I am but call me Manly."
"Ok what is the job you want me to do? And I will be using my team that
consists of a decker, Mage, and a Merc. They are all professional and
will do without questions. They will need to be paid too. Now what is
the pay and what is the job?"
"Well I can give you each 2000 Nuyen up front and 2000 each after the
mission is completed. Now the mission is dangerous but some what easy.
See ten kids were taken from private homes and the parents want them
back. Each family is from a diferent race, sp ecies, and corps. They
are outstanding cidizens and want to remain nameless. The only clues
the parents found were a business card of White Lighting corp and a
pair of old handcuffs. Here there are you can have them. And here is a
number to call when you are finished. I got to get back to work before
they miss me.Later."
"Thanx and I will call when we are finished."
Scott stands and heads out the door. The rain falls down upon
the ground and sends smog down upon the population. Scott pulls his
collar up around his neck and heads down to the blackmarket. The
streets are filled with the vermin of the shadows. The poor
come to look for handouts, the rich to buy illeagal goods,and so
because its their home. Scott is none of these. He works the streets.
The shadows are is protection and his money comes from anywhere and
anyone who can hire him. Scott walks toward the bar
named Deckers Underground. A high class joint for this part of town.
The neon sign could be seen for blocks but mixed with the other signs
it was just a background light. As Scott walks in he notices the smell
of ozone and a rough looking bouncer by the name of Scout. He was
about the size of a bulldozer and probly twice as strong. He looked at
Scott and gave him a funny look. Scott pulss out a ten and hands it to
the bouncer. Scott then contiunes walking toward the back of the bar.
The dark bar showed f ew people but the shadow held a few in their
depths. Scott headed toward a far booth holding three people. A woman
named Digtal stood to welcome Scott as the other two men drink the
green liquar that the waitress gave them.
"Scott so whats the news. We got the job?"
"Yeah but the drek head only gave us 2000 Nuyen in advance. Digtal can
you get a deck and weapons for yourself for that? I need some info on a
company. And Starlight give me a astral view of these handcuffs.
"Scott those handcuffs our a spelllock that isn't active. They are
force ten strong stuff looks pro."
"Good now do you know anyone that can do this type of work Starlight?"
"Not that high must be strong though."
Scott sat next to Digtal and looked at the corperation card.
The name on the card said Jeff Germen. But the corp name was old and
worn. It looked like the card had been in someones pocket for awhile.
But the type was new. It had probely been printed with in the last
year.
"Scott I need about 400 more for good programs and weapons. Can I get
about five for the stuff I need."
"Sure but I want you to run this name though the matrix. And.......
Whats this a logo on the back. The Moradels? Anyone know anything about
them? Run this though the matrix to please Digtal. Thanx."
"Scott its getting dark you should get some sleep. I'll run these names
through the computer."
Scott Says good by and heads toward his coffen. The hotel was a
block away but it felt like miles in the acid rain. Once there Scott
climbed the lader to the level were His rented coffin was. Scott pulls
off the lock and opens the door to the small coffi n room. Climbing in
the shuts the door and hits the light off. About four Scott awoke to
the sound of Digtal climbing into the room.
"Scott I didn't mean to wake you. Just want to get some sleep, rough
night. Goodnight Honey."
The light crept in like the wind into a house. The sudden light
wakes Scott to the sound of the microwave beeping. Hitting the light
switch Scott finds Digtal making breakfast in the microwave.
"You want some soycakes? Taste like saw dust but good for you. You can
drown them in syrup but they still taste like saw dust."
"Naw I'll pick somthing up on the way to the club. Any calls?"
"Nope just the manager wanting to know when he will get the rent?"
"uhhh.... What did ya come up with last night on that corp?"
"You might want to hear this with gang it's a little long and boring.
What time do we have to be down at the club because its already 8
o'clock."
"I told the gang to meet us at the Deckers underground at 9 but you
know starlight always early. So I think we sould leave in a 30 minutes.
What time did you come in last night must of been later. Cool new deck
but whats this other port for?"
"About four but I went to the Deckers Underground for a drink after the
matrix check.Port what port......Oh thats so anyone with a datajack can
come with me on the matrix."
Scott and Digtal set off for the Deckers Underground the rain
and hail pours down upon the population but Scott shrugs it off and
walks through the door to the smell of smoke mixed with vomit. The
drunk costumers for the night before stagger toward the e xit and the
fresh, if you can call it fresh, air. The place is empty except for the
bartender, bouncer and a few people. Scott notices that Starlight and
Thong are sitting by the band area. The table is clear except for the
guy Thong has face to the table . On the floor is a small but deadly
sunt baton. The prongs flinker with electricity as the beer drips on
them.
"Thong I thought I could leave you alone for just one day without you
finding trouble. What did he do spit on you? You know that this guy
can't take you if he was sober but he's dead drunk. Now what do you
think he could do in his state besides throw his dinner everywhere?"
"Boss he attacked Starlight while he was in astral space. Now he says
he is going to kil ya boss. He was weilding a stun baton on kill. Do
you know that this place has a free spirt for a owner? Well it dus and
Starlight says it knows sometig about this co mpany White Lighting. He
says it was a corp that was shut down because thee genetic research
they were doing killed about three hunderd people and the goverment
closed them down. interesting uh?"
"Yeah let him go. Now what about this logo on the back of the card?
Digtal what did you find out?"
"Nuthin that Thong didn't tell you about the corp but this logo is a
gangs logo. The logo means Death Orks in ork, you should have known
that Thong? You an ork aren't you?"
"Yeah but I don't all Ork slang. You making fun of me?!?!"
"No just been a long night. Now The gang leader runs a arcade downtown
called the Battle Zone. We can check it out and find were his HQ is?"
"Sounds good to me how about you Starlig+ ht and Thong?"
"Great let's move bikes outside"
"Sounds good, but all my weapons are at home but my auto pistol."
"Thong no heavy weapons just lets go! And Thong remember don't take
everything so personal. And watch your backs everyone."
Scott and the others race off toward downtown Seattle. The
bulidings towner over the streets as the four bikes stop in front of
the arcade. The neon sign showed of consant wear. The hail was coming
in sheats now as Scott entered the arcade. Games blink a nd sounds go
off but it wasn't annoying as the kids racing up and down the game
isles chasing each other. Some people sat there motionless, wires
hanging out of their heads others moved with game just trying to get to
the next level. Scott walked toward t he managers office but was stoped
shot by a large troll carring a combat axe and wear a shock glove.
"Ya want somting chumers? I can help ya, ya don't have to bother the
manager a tal. I can tell ya all ya chummers need to know. De manager
don't like be surpised like this a tal not a tal."
"I don't think you can help us. We want to talk to the manager about a
little somting hes in. Now please move so we can talk to this guy."
"I don't tink that he would want to talk to you so just leave. I don't
like touble makers make my job hader. Why don't you just play some
games and IF he come out I call ya. "
"Ok ............. Not!"
Scott leaps into battle tearing a large piece of flesh out with
his spurs. The troll falls back in pain throwing the combat axe into
the air and landing on one of the video games. The troll then regains
control and launches himself at Scott. The shock gl ove hits the thermo
protection of Scotts long coat burning the coat and sending Scott's arm
into spasmic movements. Scott stumbles back and regains his muscle
control then pulls his monosword. The swift movement is a preporation
for a swift cut that slice s the arm of the troll. Gravity takes ove
and the gaint troll falls with a thud to the had floor. By now a small
crowd has gathered around the fight to cheer the victory. The noise
brings the manager out to the body of his dead bouncer and friend. The
sho ck and horror is shown in his face as he pulls his Colt Manhunter.
"You what do you want? DDDon't move I willl fire! Drop the sword and
hands up! Now what do you want and why have you killed Ernest?"
"My name is Scott. I needed to talk to you but your brute here wouldn't
let me see you. He was very rude. So I cut him up to prove I mean
buisness. Now will you talk to me or do I have to leave?"
"I'll talk to you but let me send out the cleaning robots first."
Scott walks into the office and sitts down. He can hear the
clang of cleanup robots or silviro as they normally are called. The
clang is now droned out by the sound of the kids going back to their
games.
"Now Scott what can I do for you? You what protection money, well your
later I already pay that to....."
"Your gang. Now MR......."
"Call me Scanner everyone does. Now How do you know I am part of the
gang? No one knows who I am and what I do?"
"Well someone does 'cause I learned it from the matrix. Now where is
your HQ?"
"I'll tell you but you won't be able to get in."
Three quick shot come form the office and Scott walks out gun
smoking. Thong, Starlight and Digtal moun their bikes and the four of
them race toward the park in the center of town. They reach the park
about 6 after stoping for dinner they walk toward the
old subway enterance. The double door are now made out of atuideruim.
The garbage flies with the wind and a squatter leans against the door .
His ragged coat pulled over him to protect from the cold wind. His
friend up on the hill unrolls a sleeping bag that has so many holes
the warmth must be almost nil.
"Scott I don't like this the wind is way to cold for this time of year.
I mean it's summer and it is almost -20 degrees. Isn't the green house
affect taken over?" Starlight says as he pulls out a warmth pad.
"Starlight I agree probly a cold front. Lets move. Thong do something
about that door please. SQUATTERS PLEASE MOVE WE ARE PLANNING TO BLOW
THAT DOOR THERE IS FREE FOOD OVER HERE!!!"
Just as Scott finishes his sentance the two squatters open fire
upon the team. The panther cannons roar spraying bullets althrough the
park. Thong reacts with instinc and starts returning fire while the
other team dives for cover. His bullets tear throug h one of the
squatter look-a-likes. The team recovers in time to see Thong take a
slug in the arm.
"Thong get down thats not a peashooter that he's firing! I'll take out
that last guy. Drek Just get your butt down here NOW!"
Thong crawls back as Scott fires three shots out of his Ingram
into the cheast of the squatter. The sqautter bent over in pain and
falls over the edge of the inbankment. Scott raises his sight to the
head of the other squatter and fires three shots inot the unconsious
sqautter. The body bounced when the bullets riped through the body.
Body still warm Scott and his team race to check the body for any
evedience of where these sqautters got their weapons and why they fired
upon the team. Upon the check of t he body the team finds the same gang
logo on the back of a leather jacket hidden under the sqautter rages.
"Scott look at this a beeper. This squatter is carring a beeper. And
its going of......Oh slot FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!'
Thong notices that the beeper isn't a beeper but a detenator
for a small but deadly bomb that was triggered before the gangmember
died. Thong then throws the beeper toward the forest that is now hanted
by a toxic spirt, blowing away the trees in a five m eter area.
"Everyone alright Thong report what the drek happened? Starlight get
that gate open and do a astral recon. Digtal you be ready when
Starlight opens the door there looks like a big fight ahead. Thong lets
get that wound bandaged. " Scott yells as he runs t o the aid of thong.
Starlight sits in the wet grass and goes astral within seconds.
The arua shows around all Scotts still bandaging Thong and Digtal with
her black headware standing gaurd over them all. The door is black and
hard. Inside 20 gang members stand ready to atta ck. Two mages ready to
cast spells of great power at the incoming attackers. Then Starlight
comes back to the physical plane.
"Scott I think we should blast with a bigger explosive than norm. There
are about 15 gang members ready to attack us as we enter. Throng you
should wait till the smoke clears before entering because they have
trappes set along the door. Also start firing as soon as the door
blasted kill as many as we can while they are binded. I will probely
use a mana blast and take out the mages and so gangsmembers. Lets
move." Starlight yells as he races toward the door to help with the
charges.
Within minutes the team are in battle formation and ready to
set off the charges. Scott walking point, Digtal center, Starlight
scout, and Thong bringing up the rear. Thong sets off the charges
blowing the door away and most of the dirt around the door. The smoke
clouds the eyes of all but the teams. The heat radiates off the door
and the bodys of the dieing or dead. The blast of the guns echo off the
tunnels walls. Starlight fires a mana blast into the tunnels knocking
out the remaining gangmembers and the two combat mages.
"Drek that one took alot out of me. What the hell that shouldn't have
done that. Lets move in the tunnels clear except for the truck that
just sped down the tunnel."
As the team enters the tunnel they notice a truck speding
toward the darkness. The team gets a glips of the tires that were old
train wheels. The truck was filled with people.
"Digtal, Thong, you two prep that other truck. Starlight me and you
lets interigate these other people. Now get to work we got a job to do"
Scott and Starlight race to interigate the uncoinous gang
members as Thong and Digtal prep the second truck for the jorney after
the truck and on to the unkown. Starlight brings a gang member it
concousness just before Scott reaches them.
"Scott I got this guy awake. He says that what every you do stay right
the left deadends a mile ahead. He says that he is a police undercover
agent trying to bust this gang for murder. But that we have done what
the police couldn't. Stop this gang........ ..Thats all he's dead!
Nothing we can do now but stop them. "
"Digtal you Thong got that truck ready?"
"Yeah but I don't suggest going over 60 might fall apart this shielding
may not protect much so we can't depend on it. And this old gernade
launcher may back fire but it will shoot at least one shot. And these
seats aren't comfortable but they can be cozy . Now lets all get
in."Digtal yells at Scott as she climbs into the back seat near the
gernade launcher.
Part one of two
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