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Donovan watches Arry intently. When it becomes clear Arry has died, Donovan can’t hide the strange mixture of relief and guiltless regret that he knows is plainly showing on his face. He holsters his pistol.

"Is that better, Chaggo?

"Maybe now you’ll see I’m not really playing a game here at all. You have information I need. Synthcorp needs it back. And I need Johnson dead. So I need you, and at this point, you need me too. Because it’s a shame your men killed Arry on the way out like that. If Synthcorp is willing to send one team of runners after you for holding him hostage, there’s no telling what they’ll do now that he’s dead.

“It just so happens I’m the one whose job it is to do the telling. So what’ll it be?”

Understanding seems to light up Chaggo’s eyes as Donovan speaks.

“He got you too, eh? Well, what we want won’t matter much, less we can get your crew on board.” Chaggo nods in gesture to Goethe, Nail, and Seneth. "Whatd’ya say, boys? Feel like making an easy buck, and crashing the funeral Johnson’s got planned for you at the same time?

First things first, though. You want to know what I took from Synthcorp? Unbind me, so I can show you. The ugly one can keep that assault rifle trained on my back, if it makes you feel better."

This opening color in this post is something I thought of before reading the latest posts, so I’m going to roll with it.

As Arry’s life ends, Goethe’s suddenly struck with an idea.

Donovan’s screwing over his own company isn’t he? He doesn’t want to take out the inside man, he wants to join him. Son of a bitch! And we led him right to Arry. Our only shot to get out of this alive is to help Donovan with whatever he’s planning and hope that he doesn’t decide to make us patsies in the end.

As he stands up trying to think of the most elegant way to make his accusation without pissing off the guy who holds Geothe’s and his team’s lives in his hand, Chaggo and Donovan have their interchange.

"Before I agree to anything, I need to know exactly what in the nine hells is going on here. As Arry breathed his last, I suddenly was struck with the idea that Donovan here was playing my team for chumps and wanted to join the inside guy against his own corp. If I was a real conspiracy nut, I’d say you were in on it, Chaggo, but I doubt it since you don’t really seem all that talented of an actor to feign the surprise you did.

"But now Donovan mentions that Synthcorp still needs the info. Which means he may be working for the best of Synthcorp, or he needs the info to use against them. Personally, I don’t really care about corporate politics so whatever side he’s on makes no difference. What I do care about is getting out alive, getting out without a bounty on my head, and getting out with payment. Now you two are fully aware that you are dead should my team choose to kill you. It’s 3 against 2, and you, Chaggo, are a few steps from the grave as it is. However, we are also aware that without Donovan’s help, we are likely as good as dead as Synthcorp comes after us for a botched job. So before we agree to anything, we need to know the full story. Just who’s side are you on, Donovan? What are Johnson’s and the guy who hired us’ roles in all this? Did you bag Arry just so dead men will tell no tales, or was there more to it than that?

“And don’t hold back any details, because if you want our help, we need to know what we’re getting into so we can plan the best way to approach it. And if we do help you and you screw us over in this, you better hope Synthcorp takes us out then and there, because I will make it my life’s mission to hunt you down. And what you did to Arry will be mere child’s play compared to what I’ll do to you.”

Chaggo responds to Goethe. “Johnson has a history of…well, ‘tying up loose ends’ is a diplomatic way of putting it, regarding Synthcorp Shadowrunner crews. I’m trying to expose him. I got the info to do it, too, but I can’t access it. Untie me, and I’ll prove it.”

Seneth steps back in front of the group.

“Mr. Johnson? Interesting.”

Seneth pauses for a moment quietly.

"Untie Chaggo, my children. I believe it is important we here what he has to say about this ‘Mr. Johnson’. What do you know of him, my child? What information do you have, where is it, and why do you want to expose him?

And Donovan, is this what you are up to as well?"

If no fighting appears imminent, Seneth will openly cast Analyze truth when Chaggo or Donovan talk, unless they object.

Nail visibly relaxes and holsters his gun. “Well, I don’t like it one bit, but I’m in.”

Turning to Chaggo, “If we’re gonna step in it, might as well step in it all the way.” Nail walks over to Chaggo and unties his bonds. “Now, show us. And no funny business, or maybe I’ll get that dance I’ve been waiting for.”

Chaggo flexes and shrugs his arms and shoulders, appearing to revel in the feeling of the restraints being released.

“First, you should know that I didn’t ‘steal’ anything from Synthcorp. The upper managers are spreading rumors it belongs to them, but it doesn’t. Belonged to a friend of mine.”

Chaggo walks up the basement stairs, clearly intending the others to follow. When he reaches the living room, Chaggo approaches a fireplace and reaches inside, up the flue. When he pulls his hand back out of the flue, he’s holding a small plastic protective case, with an electronic chip protected inside.

“This is what I came to Fortnight for. There’s a Black ICe protecting some of the data on this chip, stronger than Fortnight says he’s ever seen. It’s my understanding that Black ICe is guarding operations details, accounting reports, and debriefings from some of the most heinous, evil shit Synthcorp has pulled off. I can’t get past the ICe to prove it, though. Fortnight flat out refused to even try. Says the ICe is strong enough to kill a man, like actually kill his meat body.”

Chaggo brings the chip to Goethe, and hands it over. “Not all the data is protected, though. Chip came from a drone’s AI, decommissioned by Synthcorp after the agent it belonged to died suspiciously. Dead man’s name is Oliver Tantus, and he was a friend of mine. He was a Shadowrunner, and a technomancer. He had a drone was sort of like a pet, followed him everywhere, even had a name - Spark. Go on, put the chip in your comlink. The ICe won’t attack unless you try to access the encrypted stuff. The unencrypted part is a video, a message from a dead man.”

Goethe puts the chip into a universal data slot on his comlink. His comlink broadcasts the video to Nail and Donovan, and even Seneth can witness the broadcast through telepathy with Goethe.

In the video, a man’s voice says, “Spark, begin recording,” over a black screen. Immediately a face comes into focus, a man who appears to be about thirty. He’s thin and tough looking, with a nose that appears to have been broken and healed many times. The angle zooms out, and it becomes clear that the man is very physically impressive. His muscles are well defined, and street gang tattoos across his shoulders and arms testify to his difficult upbringing. There is a muffled, unidentifiable voice somewhere out of view of Spark’s camera, and frantic sounding pounding.

“My name is is Oliver Tantus. I’m a technomancer, hired by Synthcorp to erase evidence of an environmental disaster caused by the company, which has resulted in thirty-eight deaths among the Chinook Nation. I completed my assignment, and am now the only person in possession of knowledge that could ruin the corporation. The data chip containing this recording also contains the evidence I was hired to destroy.”

The camera pans away from Oliver, and toward the sound of the pounding and muffled screams. In the camera shot is a huge, thick window, revealing a factory floor with complex machinery on the other side. Finally, a second figure comes into view, standing on the other side of the window. It’s Chaggo, screaming and slamming the glass with his expandable baton weapon. The thickness of the glass is enough to reduce Chaggo’s voice to a dull, muffled whisper. His attacks are not enough to even crack the thick reinforced glass.

“Spark, over here,” Oliver says, and the drone’s camera turns back to the technomancer. “Right now, I am being murdered by Synthcorp,” Oliver continues. “They released poison into the factory, and locked us in. I was able to contain the release to only this room, but I am now trapped inside. In moments, I’ll be unconscious. If you find this recording…” Oliver’s calm and composed demeanor suddenly breaks, and he vomits a black, tarry liquid onto the floor. A seizure suddenly envelops him, and it’s clear he’s trying to speak through the tremors enveloping him, but only screams escape his lips. The seizure lasts another minute, and then a peaceful calm comes over the dead man’s features. The video ends with Spark’s camera panning back and forth with obvious stress and indecision.

Moments later, a robotic voice comes from behind the camera view, saying “Permanent deactivation engaged. Erasing memory banks,” just before the image goes black again.

Chaggo’s grim face greets the members of the group as they’re pulled back to reality, away from the horrifying scene on the chip.

“I was Synthcorp’s rep on his mission,” Chaggo says. "Worked with him three days. Synthcorp didn’t care I was in that building with Oliver, they just gassed us both. It took a lot of persuasion to convince the corp that I didn’t know anything, and that I thought the gas leak was an accident. They didn’t know I knew better, that Johnson himself ordered the murder.

It’s been ten years since that run. I had to fake being a loyal dog, doing everything I could to come face to face with Johnson, but the bigger Synthcorp gets, the further away Johnson is. So, I waited. Didn’t even know about this recording, til I came across Spark in a pile of scrap meant to be melted. I learned Arry might be able to design agent programs strong enough to defeat the ICe on the chip, so I took him. Also, found a corporation that hates Synthcorp as much as I do - Universal Omnitech. For them it’s nothing personal, they just want a competitor destroyed. They’re willing to pay big for it, too.

Do I have to spell it out for you guys? Synthcorp is evil, and Universal Omnitech will pay you like a prince to get rid of them. Sounds like a perfect arrangement to me. Only thing I want out of the deal is a chance to kill Johnson."

"Which, as it were, is what I want too. Because there have been dozens of Olivers. And one of them was my Pops.

“I just couldn’t get close enough to any proof, if it still exists within Synthcorp. But this video is good enough for me. If they silence their runners once, they’ll do it again. And they have, for years.”

Nail doesn’t think much, but what he does think is, “Nothing that can be done here but go with the flow. This goes tits-up and we’re wanted men. Can’t say I disagree with their motives, but still, what a fucking pain in the ass.”

Nail rubs his forehead with his forefinger and thumb, as if nursing a stress headache. “Quite the touching scene. Anyway, Arry is gone. What’s your plan now?”

Chaggo to Nail - “Plan is, I get you a meeting with Universal Omnitech. After that, I gotta admit I don’t know. My plan bled to death in this basement. You guys have an ‘in’ with Synthcorp, though. They’re expecting you. Uni Om will be sure to value that connection very highly.”

“Interesting video and story. So am I correct in assuming you wanted Arry dead, Donovan, so that you could play your own angle without him spilling the beans?”

"Anyway, I’ve seen enough to know that you both are are taking a bit of risk here After all, we could kill you both now, turn in the evidence, and probably get paid handsomely for exposing Donovan’s treachery. Of course, you guys are taking less of a risk, because you probably also know that we’re not stupid. After all, we’d probably be killed as well since we’ve actually seen this and know what it is. Even claiming ignorance of it, Synthcorp has no reason to keep us alive and risk that we do know something. So really, we have no choice here.

"Besides, as I’ve said, I’m a businessman and always stand by my word when I give it. If I have reason to change a contract, I always inform the parties concerned and get their input. That’s why it really frosts my balls when others don’t do the same. Hiring runners for sensitive jobs and then killing them off when they keep up their side of the bargain is no way to run a business, and all that aside, it’s a dick move.

"So count me in. Chaggo, set up this meeting with Uni Om. This little piece of evidence should get us more than what Synthcorp was paying us anyway. We’ll hand it over to them. Then we go after Johnson.

"Getting to Johnson may be difficult. I have an idea, but it’s very rough. I believe the guy who originally hired us will be a nice “in” to getting to Johnson. Donovan sets up the meeting with our boss claiming we got you, Chaggo. You will be there, feigning death in Donovan’s trunk. We bring the boss over to the trunk, open it up. And when he goes to examine you, we grab him, toss him in the trunk, and then come up with some way to leverage him into meeting with Johnson. Of course, they may just send another runner team after us, but we do have an ace in the hole. We have information they want. And we say that if we even so much as sniff any other people coming after us, we go public with the info. Uni agrees to sit on the info until we whack Johnson, and then we signal them to release it at their desire.

"Hell, we might even convince our boss to pay us the rest of our Synthcorp payment before we kidnap him. If so, you’ll even get a cut of that Chaggo. After all, like it or not, you now work with us.

“Oh, and one more thing. About saving you from falling to your death as you slid unconsciously from the top of the train back there: You’re welcome. After all, even someone as fast healing as you was unlikely to survive that.”

“Oh, and another thing, we do have one little annoying detail to work out. Our technomancer has gone missing. She was staying at one of my fixer’s safehouses, where we were basing this operation out of. The safehouse got raided. I don’t know if it was Synthcorp, or some enemy of my fixer. I’m leaning toward the latter. But she actually abandoned her own drone, which is concerning. We don’t really have time to track her down, though. But, it means if we are going to get past these ICE, we’re going to have to find someone else to do so.”

Seneth speaks to Chaggo and the group:

"Chaggo, what do you know about Mr. Johnson? Are you sure ‘he’ exists?

Alas, my children, I also have reasons(well, a reason, anyway) for wanting Mr. Johnson exposed. I’m not sure death is in order for him, though, Chaggo. Don’t you think bringing all this to light and exposing him would be more painful to him? I don’t rule out his death completely, but in my years, I have learned that living with humiliation can be worse for my enemies than simply killing them and freeing them from their…existence."

Nail listens intently, the displeased look not gone from his face. He leans against a wall and lights a cigarette.

Chaggo’s eyes light up at Seneth’s statements. “Oh, Johnson’s very much a real person. Every snake has a head. Your idea is interesting, though. Instead of killing him, make him wish he was dead. Hmm…” Chaggo is lost in thought for a moment. “We’ll just have to see what Universal Omnitech is willing to negotiate.”

The ork turns to the rest of the group. “Get your affairs in order, boys. Bustin’ up Synthcorp ain’t gonna be easy.”

End Chapter 1

At this time, the players may split up for a few game-days in order to purchase gear, spend Karma, or simply relax before the meeting with Universal Omnitech. I am currently compiling emails for each character, which will include Karma rewards and how to spend them. There will be a short break in this thread, which I intend to last for 5 days, until I post the meeting with UO next Friday evening. If players want to continue posting in this thread during that time, it will be something your character does in his “spare” time, unrelated to a contract or run. For example, Goethe may want to look for clues to what happened with McManus, Seneth may want to try to make amends with his mentor spirit, Donny may want to have a drink with Chaggo and discuss the inside man at Synthcorp, or Nail might want to pay a visit to a special someone. These are all optional activities, and not strictly necessary for the main storyline to progress. If any characters want to have side-quests via PM instead of in the public thread, feel free to do so. I will be happy to RP via PM.

Alternatively, if any players need a break from the game, feel free to bow out for a few days. Roll call for chapter 2 will be on Thursday. Happy Running!

Goethe walks into the lobby of his high rise condo tower. Now that he’s alone, he allows himself to feel the stress and pain of the previous days. He breathes a heavy sigh, and immediately regrets it as his broken ribs sear him with pain.

A cup of steaming tea is held out to him. The lobby security agent holding it says, “Had a few days like that myself, believe it or not. Trust me me, the tea helps.” Goethe is startled slightly by the voice, as the doorman had never spoken to him before. He’s a late middle aged Dwarf, with mutton chops so long they touch his shoulders.

“No offense,” Goethe says, “But I don’t accept food or drink from strangers. Thank you for the thought, though.”

“None taken. But I’m not really a stranger to you, am I? You have a bit of a reputation. I’m sure you’ve checked out my background. Can’t have the wrong sort of person in charge of your front door, right?”

Goethe indeed has background information on the Dwarf. He knows the Dwarf’s name is Alecksandre Pentacost, and he is a retired Lone Star agent, who left the corporation in good standing, without scandal or controversy.

Alek is waiting for Goethe’s response.

After being driven back to pick up his bike from where he left it at the station, Geothe flips Chaggo his credstick back.

“Here. Now that we’re all working together, this is rightfully yours. When this meeting is ready to go down, let me know. You know how to get in contact with me.”

Goethe then starts up his bike after loading all his gear into it’s storage compartments and drives off for home, collecting his thoughts.

*So, another run comes to an end. Not what were you expecting was it? Then again, do these things ever turn out the way you expect it? You saved the very life of the person you were supposed to kill, let his accomplices get away as well, and then to top it off, Donovan bags the guy you were all supposed to save. Not exactly following your own business precepts now are you? Needless to say, this contract is null and void, which usually would bind you to returning the up front payment you got. Of course, you could argue that you and the team aren’t responsible for breaking this contract. After all, it was that stooge for the very corp that hired you that really violated the agreement when he whacked Arry. And taking it further, the contract was pretty much null and void from the beginning since it appears likely that the corp was going to take the whole team out after you finished the job, thereby never intending to hold up their end anyway. So the money is by all rights yours and the team’s. You did nothing to justify forfeiting it. Face it, you’re just like your father as much as you try not to be. Whereas in a case like this, he’d bring an handful of lawyers down on their ass, you have a handful of runners. And while the methods may be different, in the end it comes down to making the other guy pay in some way for his hubris. Of course, there’s a noteworthy difference: while the lawyers actually answer to your father, the runners you work with answer to no one but themselves and their aims, goals, and desires. And you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?

Now, it’s still possible that this whole mess is some elaborate plot on Donovan and/or Chaggo’s part, but if it’s one thing you’ve learned both from your father’s business dealings and your running days, the more elaborate a plot and the more people involved, the harder it is to actually maintain it. Conspiracy theories are never grand things. They’re always a few people who decide to get together for some goal that typically fucks someone else over in a simple way that would bring down Hellfire if it were done in the open. Unless they’re great actors, it’s pretty apparent that Chaggo and Donovan aren’t exactly friends. And unless that video evidence is all a setup, it’s pretty apparent that Synthcorp intended to poison Chaggo and his friend, and that his friend sacrificed himself to save Chaggo. And the level of ICE on that thing indicates that someone went to a lot of trouble and expense to fake it all if its not legit. Not to mention that Chaggo didn’t seem desperate to have his life spared. He had accepted that he might die when he undertook this whole business. Back in that abadoned house, there was no begging or pleading, just resignment to fate and plain speaking. That was a man who was already dead and made peace with the fact. But you didn’t kill him in the end. Instead, the team has a very capable short-term, and potentially long-term, ally. Thus again proving the tenet true that killing is (generally) bad for business.

And Donovan. I don’t know what I’d do if someone had killed my Da like that. Mom would be heartbroken, and I’d be there for her, but as for me, I probably wouldn’t want revenge. I was never that emotionally close to the guy after all. Besides, in this game, strong emotions cloud your judgement and usually lead to your death. However, I’d probably investigate anyway, just to know what happened and to put closure on things. But it’s not the first time I’ve seen someone go to lengths to avenge a loved one’s killing. There’s still some loose ends with him, though. It’d be nice to know how much his boss actually khows about the whole situation and why he put two point-blank into Arry’s gut. He’s not very forthcoming in either of those points. Also, what was he expecting to happen if things didn’t work out so well for him as they did? Chaggo’s death would have put a real crimp into his plan since it’s unlikely too many people knew where that evidence was hidden. I can understand him not telling us much in the beginning, because he didn’t want to risk us turning him in, but it seems he didn’t have too many contingencies in place. Of course, I also never would have predicted he’d kill Arry like that, so I’m not sure what’s going on in his head. All I know is that I underestimated the guy, a mistake I won’t make again, because next time it could cost me.

So on the whole, it was great run. A good run is one you can walk away from. A great one is one you can walk away from and get paid for. Of course, if this whole business with Synthcorp doesn’t get resolved soon, you might find yourself with a price on your head, not a good place to be, just ask McManus…

Speaking of, you need to start tracking him down. While he’s more than capable of taking care of himself and has a lot of resources at his disposal, no one can hold out forever. And it’s different this time. He’s never cut off all communication before, and never sent out such a rushed message like that last one. Not to mention Kirk. While there are many people you’ve worked with during your time in the shadows, there are very few you would say you actually trust, much less consider friends. McManus is the only true friend you have. And Kirk and Nail, while not as close to you as McManus, are probably the only two people you’d truly trust with your life on a run. People like that are rare in this biz.

So you’re going to go home, nurse your wounds, pop some aspirin, drink some scotch, and start putting out feelers in the matrix for what might have gone down. Then you will sleep. Hopefully when you get up, you’ll at least have some clue as to what’s going on.*

Arriving at the condo complex, Goethe parks his bike in the garage and stows his automatics in his storage room there. He then heads into the lobby where he has his encounter with the doorman.

To the doorman:

“True. And you surmise correctly that I have checked out your background, as I have every doorman we’ve had. Alecksandre Pentacost, a former Lone Star agent, and apparently one of the good guys in that organization. You managed to retire in good standing and avoided scandal, or at least were adept enough at covering your tracks. Regardless, there aren’t many in that illustrious organization that reach the point you have, so that certainly says something positive about you. It’s good to meet you. I’m Goethe, though you probably already know that.”

Goethe takes the offered tea and, assuming he can’t immediately tell if its denatured, will take a very small sip, enough to be polite, but not enough to really hurt him unless there’s something in there particularly dangerous.

“Thanks for the tea. It’s been a long last couple of days. Someday I might fill you in on the specifics, but essentially by not blindly believing those who hired us, my team and I managed to save someone who’s not as evil as we were led to believe, uncover a double-cross against us by those who hired us, and discover likely evidence to a string of murders perpetrated against essentially innocents by what seems to be one of the most depraved corps out there. All in a night’s work I guess.”

Alek grins. "Sounds messy. That’s why I got a ‘real’ job. I’m a simple dwarf, and I want a simple life.

Lot of scumbags live here, you know. Rich pricks who take their money from people too weak to fight back. You aren’t like them. I know you run in the shadows, and it ain’t exactly legal, but there’s something to be said about man who takes the hard road on purpose."

The dwarf shakes his head, and starts to stammer. “Hey, listen, I didn’t mean to be so forward. Just know you got a man you can trust to watch your back, watching your door. Speakin’ of which, a gray-haired human with even more facial hair than me stopped by while you were gone. Told me to give you this.”

Alek hands over a single sheet of old-fashioned, expensive paper, not even protected by an envelope. On it is written a simple message.

*Dear Goethe,

All is well. I hope your glasses are still working well enough to read this. Hope to hear from you soon!

Sincerely, Mack*

Goethe’s interaction with Alek has raised the level of trust between them. Due to this, Goethe has developed a new contact - retired Lone Star agent Aleksandre Pentacost, who also happens to be the security agent in the lobby of Goethe’s condo building. Alek is loyalty 2, connection 2.

“Thank you. It’s good news indeed. Apparently an old friend of mine who had some trouble come his way is okay. And thanks again for the tea. But if you don’t mind, I’m going to go upstairs to my condo, down some aspirin, and sleep for the next 12 hours or so.”

With that, Goethe goes up the elevator to his condo. He checks that all is well, and then removes his armor and shirt. Cleaning off the blood from his skin, he dresses his wounds as best he can, and then gets out some scotch and aspirin. Downing two pills, he takes the scotch into his room, where he logs into the matrix and puts out some feelers for Kirk and McManus as he finishes off his scotch. Then that being done. He turns out the light and falls into a deep and dreamless sleep.

This chapter of the Shadowrun campaign is at an end.

Chapter 2 of the Shadowrun campaign will continue here. I hope to see you all in the New World soon!