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I hope you left your scruples at home. Your in for a bumpy life.

Shadowrun is a roleplaying game set in the dystopian
near-future of 2070, a world where cyberpunk meets magic,
where criminal subcultures rub shoulders with corporate
elites, and where advanced technology competes with the
power of spells and spirits. It is an age of high-tech lowlifes,
shrouded in danger and mystery and driven by intrigue and
adrenaline. Th ose who play in it stand on the edge, always on
the cusp of adventure.

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An Opportunity for Advancement
To: Juan Hernandes
From: Miyoko Nishi

Dear Friend:

I would like to express my deepest appreciation for everything you have done to better the advancement of my career. All the assistance you gave and all the suggestions made in the planning of the operational details in the shipping of the prototype Jaguar Seven tanks was extremely effective, successful, and invaluable. It was as if all of it was your idea. For this assistance, I hope you get the occupational and personal rewards you so justly deserve.

In Deepest Appreciation,
Miyoko Nishi
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Epic × 3!
When in doubt, overwhelming firepower works...
Its kind of nice seeing how this group of people come together for this. I'd like to think that they were doing it because they cared about Catherine, but I think that its mostly an excuse to go all-out against something. Still it seems as solid a plan as possible given the variables.

I'm worried about letting Dresden stand in the middle of this though. Dresden's brother made me feel kind of responsible for the kid. I'm not going to let anything bad happen.

Meanwhile, I have to plan my next move... Nikolai is missing, gone to the Motherland. I guess the next move is finding who gave him his orders...
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Family ties (in knots)
Uncle Iosef set me to follow a trail so old I don't know why he even bothered with it. Nine months....!

Still, I have to do the work if I want him to keep giving me information on the family's doings. Unsurprisingly, the overflow ditch didn't supply any clues. It did supply a little girl named Catherine.

Scared, filthy, and alone.

Catherine ran from me and before I knew it I'd taken her prisoner and gotten her story out of her. No parents. Involved with a "Black Hat" named Grigg. She'd been being looked after by a doctor and teacher named Artie Mullens.

A call to Dresden got me the public face of Dr. Arthur Mullens, upstanding citizen, and a meeting was arranged. She perked up when I started to make things clear that she was now the client.

Dr M had some 'runners on retainer, I guess, and Dresden was pinch hitting for his regular shaman in a run at this Griggs, who is some kind of torture spirit or something. Sort of out of my league, but never let them see you sweat, y'know?

Catherine was in trouble and I promised to protect her. So I was in.

And also, now I know that Nikolai was in on this BTL ring... Might be that he's an in to the ones that I'm after....
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Louis sipped at his coffee. It was real coffee, not the poor substitute of soy-kaf that most inhabitants of the Seattle Metroplex drank. It was a Jamacan Blue Mountain Roast, strong and pleasantly bitter, which at 200 nuyen a kilogram was more than even the well-to-do residents of Seattle enjoyed. Louis St. Louis was a Somebody.

He placed the delicate china cup gently back onto it's saucer with his large, sausage fingers, careful not to leave any unsitely brown stains on the white linen of his table in the back corner of the Big Rhino. Louis' Momma had taught him that, despite his size and claws, slovenliness was unacceptable. "Louis! Just cause you an orc don't mean you a pig!" "Yes, Momma," he had replied. Louis had always listened to his Momma and her folksy wisdom. It had never failed him.

Louis was an orc. He was a large orc. A VERY, large orc. But he was not one of the over-muscled hulks that they always showed on the trideo. Louis was FAT. Tipping the scales at a good bit over 200 kilograms he looked akin to one of those Paleolithic clay idols in a Banana Republic suit. A plain, straw Fedora with a cream band and white wingtip shoes with a mahogany cane with a solid gold grip shaped like an alligators head completed his ensamble. He found that most folks expected him to dirty or smelly or uncouth, but Louis Momma had taught him better than that. He had worked hard to cultivate good manners and had a natural quick-wit. He bathed almost obsessively and applied pheromone and hormone treatments counter to any unwanted smells. Louis St. Louis was a big, fat orc, but he was never what people expected. And that was what made him one of the most influential fixers in the Metroplex.

Louis reached for his AR monocle, picking it up from the silver tray and preparing himself for another day of connecting those in need with those who can provide. As he placed his cane, which was also equipped with a top-of-the-line commlink, between his legs and rested both his hands on the grip, he noticed the ARO indicating a message was waiting. This was nothing unusual except for who the originator of the message was. Louis scowled.

This was looking to be a bad day.
Session: Louis, Louis! - Tuesday, Apr 23 2013 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM
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