The view is a bit foggy at first. You catch the glimpse of a chrome plated cyberarm with intricate glyphs and symbols etched into it. Its resting on a fancy wooden desk with an electronic notepad. On the notepad, there seems to be a program running with flickering spreadsheets and command line scripts running. Around the small room are bookshelves, chairs and a few potted plants and a picture on the desk. You try to focus on the picture, but a knock at the door commands your attention. “Enter“, you hear coming from the person at the desk. In walks an elf standing over 6ft high, medium build and wearing military fatigues. His long hair is pulled back in a ponytail and covered by a hat. As he approaches, you catch an insignia that denotes he is (or is portraying to be) a Ghost. The insignia of the highly specialized and trained special forces unit of the Tir Peace Force is well known among the shadows. “Daytona … What have you for me today?” As the elf sits down in the chair on the other side of the desk, you notice that the elf’s left eye is a cyber implant.
“You asked me to keep an eye on that last job, right. Well I was watching the hideout, some little birdies I have informed me that there was a shadowrunning team that was looking into the kidnapping of a little girl. I thought to myself on how many kidnapped little girls there could be in Cara’sir and knew that they had to be talking about this one.” He pauses while he takes a drink from a canteen. “Sure as drek, the shadowrunners shows up at the shack and take the girl back. They did it with a quickness too, your guys didnt stand a chance against them.”
“Why didnt you stop them, dammmit!”
“That wasnt what I was paid to do. You paid me to keep an eye on it and gather information and that is what I did! However, I did have a little fun with them to keep them on their toes. As they were leaving, I popped a shot off. I got it to shave the nosehairs of one of them runners. He nearly drekked himself in his hurry to leave … crying out about hurting his truck and drek. Laughed my ass off on that one.”
“Well did you get what you were PAID to do then?”
“Affirmative … passing the file as soon as I get the creds”
You see the cyberarm pick up the notebook and some commands are rattled on it, catching a passing glimpse of a sizable number.
“Done … 90,000 nuyen sent.”
On the same notebook, you see a file arrive.
“This is all the information that you were able to gather?”
“Yes” the elf says as he stands, takes another drink off the canteen and leaves the room without another word.
Looking back at the file, it appears to be a series of pictures and text files. One of the files has a couple of images associated with it. The first image is that of a tall well built elf with short brown hair and green eyes. He is standing next to an Ares Roadmaster. The other image is that of a good looking petite female elf standing outside of a building. One the building is a partial banner over the doorway. “Celebrat ….” Switching to the text file it appears with a name …. Felicia Anchen Owner/Proprietor of Celebrate It! Event Planning. Switching files, another set comes of images and text files show up. This one is a tall human with slicked back red hair, close shaved beard and …. orange eyes? A small tattoo is seen hiding behind his jacket collar of what looks to be a black cat. The other picture is that of a rather pale human woman with black, short cut hair and deep blue eyes. This one also has a text file associated with it. The name on this one is Lith Felin Owner/Proprietor of The Bolthole. Going back to the file list, there are multiple other files and photos.
Putting the notepad down, a slow giggle is heard. “These … shadowrunners … these …. cockroaches are starting to piss me off. They will soon learn not to frag with me.” He picks up a commlink. “LIFT! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE! We have work to do” …. As the sight of a large oversized ork walks into the room, everything fades to black. Your left with an ominous feeling of dread and apprehension.