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echo at 17:52, 28 May 2005

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 The Orks arranged us some transport, and went off to set up the meet.
-Joe, Katsu and I went inside to deal, while the rest stayed outside acting as security.  Banshee was there.  She was quite willing to pay us off and complete her side of the barging.  I got the impression she had no idea what kind of package shed been sold.  And given the kind of heat wed built up- there was no way wed be getting over the border anytime soon.  She told us the Johnson was some shadowy type called Parris, head of a Tir outfit called Telestrian industries.  He was the one who provided the compromised [[I Ds]] and [[Saeder Krupp]] weapons.  Turns out he used to work with Lofwyr on the elven council back before they parted company.  This whole operation was a play, to reduce Saeder presence in Tir.  We get fragged, Banshee pockets the money, and everybodys either happy or dead.  But Parris didnt figure that she had a conscience, and would side with the runners against the Johnson.  I like it when Im right about people.
+Joe, Katsu and I went inside to deal, while the rest stayed outside acting as security.  Banshee was there.  She was quite willing to pay us off and complete her side of the barging.  I got the impression she had no idea what kind of package shed been sold.  And given the kind of heat wed built up- there was no way wed be getting over the border anytime soon.  She told us the Johnson was some shadowy type called Parris, head of a Tir outfit called Telestrian industries.  He was the one who provided the compromised IDs and [[Saeder Krupp]] weapons.  Turns out he used to work with Lofwyr on the elven council back before they parted company.  This whole operation was a play, to reduce Saeder presence in Tir.  We get fragged, Banshee pockets the money, and everybodys either happy or dead.  But Parris didnt figure that she had a conscience, and would side with the runners against the Johnson.  I like it when Im right about people.
 So we decide to sell the Data back to Omnitech, together with our employers identity, in exchange for dropping the heat.  Dog knew somebody in Omnitech, so he agreed to put us in touch for a 20G cut.  So we looked at each other and agreed that Y6000 was better than being dead.
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 It was time to deal with the corporation we had ran against.  I drew the short straw (I see a pattern developing).  I gave them the name on my traveling ID- John Wilmot (what chip-monk thought that one up?)  They were not happy to hear from me.
 -Do you realize you killed-
--Look, I didnt want to kill anybody, this was supposed to be quick, clean and quiet.  We were set up- our employer spilled our [[I Ds]] to the cops, the explosives we got were far more powerful than they were supposed to be.  We were not supposed to get out of there alive.  Now what happened happened, I didnt want it any more than you.  But the fact remains- we have all of your R&D data, and we want to return it to you in exchange for dropping the heat.  Now do we deal or not?
+-Look, I didnt want to kill anybody, this was supposed to be quick, clean and quiet.  We were set up- our employer spilled our IDs to the cops, the explosives we got were far more powerful than they were supposed to be.  We were not supposed to get out of there alive.  Now what happened happened, I didnt want it any more than you.  But the fact remains- we have all of your R&D data, and we want to return it to you in exchange for dropping the heat.  Now do we deal or not?
 They decided to deal.

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−	~~== The Portland Protocol ==~~
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	''The one where the runners get ambushed by garden plants''		''The one where the runners get ambushed by garden plants''

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 -2 stachel charges<br>
 -3 sets of breaching charges<br>
--2 disposable [[LA Ws]]
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 (Instead of the ATGM I asked for, we found two disposable LAW rockets)
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 Back to [[Seattle Campaign]]
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 == Cast of Characters ==
 * [[Katsu]] [ [[Stephen]] ]
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 == Events by '[[Second]]' ==
 My name is Second.  It used to be something else, that a lot of people said to each other, but Ive forgotten what it was.  These days I live down-town in a dusty apartment block with some of the other windows boarded up.  It doesnt have a carpeted hallway, voice activated bathroom fittings made from imitation marble, or a doorman in grey uniform.  Instead it has a broken-toothed Ork wearing raybans, who sits outside and from time to time offers to sell you your own car.  But thats OK too because I dont have one, not on the wages I get sleeping at [[Safe Mart]] Security.  I sleep and read.  But nobody can tell because of the wrap-arounds I wear.  Trick is to be asleep and be awake at the right times.
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 So we got back to Seattle in one piece, with Y6,600 each to our name, a new found respect for strange plantlife, and some unexpected friends in Portland.  With the shield, not on the shield, as the Spartans used to say.  Any run that you walk away from is a good run.  Thats what I say.  As for corporate politics, anyone who makes threats is a weak opponent.  The experienced Zaibatsu will assess the situation and act.
-But Im just the gun-hand.  What do I know?
+But Im just the gun-hand.
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 * [[Talon]]  [ [[Jeff]] ]
 * [[Mark]] [ [[Skimble]] ]
 === Game by Stuart Evil GM ===

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 It was a grey Thursday morning.  It had been a while since I had any real work.  I paced the flat going through my Qi exercises.  Short, sharp movements of Xing-I, shuffling forward and striking within one movement, whole body a series of oblique vectors concentrated into one point on the target.  Decelerate and hold back: into fluid spinning motions of Bagua while retaining energy.  Then back into Xing-i: build up power, and conserve  The phone rang.  It was [[Mc Namara]].  Said he had a job.  Standard 5% commission.  Am I interested?  Ive been looking recently for an excuse to quit my job, so I told him yes, Im interested.  He says that I, and several other associates of his are to meet Miss Johnson at the Matchstick club.  And remember, 5% of whatever you make.  I told him fine, Ill be there.
-A meet with the Johnson.  This always requires some preparation.  I left the apartment at 4pm, walked to Medina station, and took the monorail to Downtown.  Picked up the bike from the multi-story long-stay where I keep it.  I pay a friend of mine to give it a tune up from time to time.  He knows about these things.  He tells me its a vintage BMW, and I smile in appreciation.  Sometimes I think its more trouble than its worth, but I like the sound of the engine.  Its former owner was a go ganger who pulled a heavy pistol in a diner where I was eating.  I had just spent my last nuyen on a decent breakfast, and I didnt think it was fair that he should get his for free, or throw it at the waitress, who looked pretty terrified.  Wannabe restaurant critics should stick to restaurants.  Then his buddies walked in.  Fortunately there were a couple of talented individuals among the patronage that day- a fire mage called Pyro, and a wired bullet monkey whos name I forget.  Anyway, there were all these unwanted bikes parked outside afterward.  I had a pair of keys in my hand.  I pressed the button and it chirped at me.
+A meet with the Johnson.  This always requires some preparation.  I left the apartment at 4pm, walked to Medina station, and took the monorail to Downtown.  Picked up the bike from the multi-story long-stay where I keep it.  I pay a friend of mine to give it a tune up from time to time.  He knows about these things.  He tells me its a vintage BMW, and I smile in appreciation.  Sometimes I think its more trouble than its worth, but I like the sound of the engine.  Its former owner was a go ganger who pulled a heavy pistol in a diner where I was eating.  I had just spent my last nuyen on a decent breakfast, and I didnt think it was fair that he should get his for free, or throw it at the waitress, who looked pretty terrified.  Wannabe restaurant critics should stick to restaurants.  Then his buddies walked in.  Fortunately there were a couple of talented individuals among the patronage that day- a fire mage called Pyro, and a wired [[Bullet Monkey]] whos name I forget.  Anyway, there were all these unwanted bikes parked outside afterward.  I had a pair of keys in my hand.  I pressed the button and it chirped at me.
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−	~~Hello, my~~ name is Second. It used to be something else, that a lot of people said to each other, but Ive forgotten what it was. These days I live down-town in a dusty apartment block with some of the other windows boarded up. It doesnt have a carpeted hallway, voice activated bathroom fittings made from imitation marble, or a doorman in grey uniform. Instead it has a broken-toothed Ork wearing raybans, who sits outside and from time to time offers to sell you your own car. But thats OK too because I dont have one, not on the wages I get sleeping at [[Safe Mart]] Security. I sleep and read. But nobody can tell because of the wrap-arounds I wear. Trick is to be asleep and be awake at the right times.	+	My name is Second. It used to be something else, that a lot of people said to each other, but Ive forgotten what it was. These days I live down-town in a dusty apartment block with some of the other windows boarded up. It doesnt have a carpeted hallway, voice activated bathroom fittings made from imitation marble, or a doorman in grey uniform. Instead it has a broken-toothed Ork wearing raybans, who sits outside and from time to time offers to sell you your own car. But thats OK too because I dont have one, not on the wages I get sleeping at [[Safe Mart]] Security. I sleep and read. But nobody can tell because of the wrap-arounds I wear. Trick is to be asleep and be awake at the right times.

	Once I was fast asleep (with an open copy of Focus magazine) when this liquor store Bandit with Lowlight Eyeliners and a sawn-off street-sweeper walked right past my chair in the central isle and began to rob the counter. I woke up, and before the world came into focus I saw the black jacket, thought it was Eric whod come to relieve me, and asked him calmly to get me a packet of Maltezers. He was so startled he ran away. People are strange. Anyway, who needs a college education when you have National Geographic, and Scientific North-American. Although sometimes I get the impression that all these things are there; If I could only just-		Once I was fast asleep (with an open copy of Focus magazine) when this liquor store Bandit with Lowlight Eyeliners and a sawn-off street-sweeper walked right past my chair in the central isle and began to rob the counter. I woke up, and before the world came into focus I saw the black jacket, thought it was Eric whod come to relieve me, and asked him calmly to get me a packet of Maltezers. He was so startled he ran away. People are strange. Anyway, who needs a college education when you have National Geographic, and Scientific North-American. Although sometimes I get the impression that all these things are there; If I could only just-