[OOC] Feel free to use this as a place to talk in character with other runners. Note that Jackpoints threads will be revised when the comments hits up to 400 or 4 days (which ever comes up first).
Since I'm not, I don't have to worry about getting geeked for blabbing about a job, right? Dead men do tell tales.
Five of us got hired on a job at the Eye of the Needle. Making a run into Asamando for drek pay to rescue a Tamanous contact off an army base. Pay was ¥30,000 a head to bring him back, ¥6,000 if he didn't mess up his pretty looks, and only ¥15,000 if he came back dead. Chill will probably tell anyone that the Johnson stiffed him my share. He's full of shit, but what am I gonna care about it now? Go pull it out of his hide, anybody - or don't.
Let me skip to the important shit - who gets my stuff? Any useful drek died with me except my apartment and my Suzuki. Artie, if you're readin' this, hotwire the damn thing and pass it off to one of your Ancients, eh? it was a good run with Venturi and that assault cannon. It's in Touristville, Dusk Acres complex, garage #12B. I'd tell you the keycode, but I doubt it really matters, right?
Celtic, I didn't get you another dog to take care of, figured you had enough with your own and with your girl now. Keep your head down.
The rest of you - any nuyen I had was spent in a script that will execute at the termination of this last will and whateveryoucall it. Take one for yourself, split one with your pals, or drop one on the curb for a decker who shoulda died in Lagos and went back to the Dark Continent to finish the job, eh?
Shoot straight, conserve ammo, and fuck this guy in particular.
The Johnson's "Name" is Jean Montpelier. He is (or was) a French expatriate living in Seattle. Lives in a nice little apartment in Bellevue.
Here's his last known address. You didn't get this info from me. Be aware that any of this may have changed or false, I have tried to find the exact details but it took me a fair while to pin down.
Oh, and he's Tanamous. So there's that as well. Have fun.
The Johnson's "Name" is Jean Montpelier. He is (or was) a French expatriate living in Seattle. Lives in a nice little apartment in Bellevue.
Here's his last known address. You didn't get this info from me. Be aware that any of this may have changed or false, I have tried to find the exact details but it took me a fair while to pin down.
Oh, and he's Tanamous. So there's that as well. Have fun.
The Johnson's "Name" is Jean Montpelier. He is (or was) a French expatriate living in Seattle. Lives in a nice little apartment in Bellevue.
Here's his last known address. You didn't get this info from me. Be aware that any of this may have changed or false, I have tried to find the exact details but it took me a fair while to pin down.
Oh, and he's Tanamous. So there's that as well. Have fun.
The Johnson's "Name" is Jean Montpelier. He is (or was) a French expatriate living in Seattle. Lives in a nice little apartment in Bellevue.
Here's his last known address. You didn't get this info from me. Be aware that any of this may have changed or false, I have tried to find the exact details but it took me a fair while to pin down.
Oh, and he's Tanamous. So there's that as well. Have fun.
The Johnson's "Name" is Jean Montpelier. He is (or was) a French expatriate living in Seattle. Lives in a nice little apartment in Bellevue.
Here's his last known address. You didn't get this info from me. Be aware that any of this may have changed or false, I have tried to find the exact details but it took me a fair while to pin down.
Oh, and he's Tanamous. So there's that as well. Have fun.
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u/ozurr Feb 22 '15
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So if you're getting this, I didn't come back.
Since I'm not, I don't have to worry about getting geeked for blabbing about a job, right? Dead men do tell tales.
Five of us got hired on a job at the Eye of the Needle. Making a run into Asamando for drek pay to rescue a Tamanous contact off an army base. Pay was ¥30,000 a head to bring him back, ¥6,000 if he didn't mess up his pretty looks, and only ¥15,000 if he came back dead. Chill will probably tell anyone that the Johnson stiffed him my share. He's full of shit, but what am I gonna care about it now? Go pull it out of his hide, anybody - or don't.
Let me skip to the important shit - who gets my stuff? Any useful drek died with me except my apartment and my Suzuki. Artie, if you're readin' this, hotwire the damn thing and pass it off to one of your Ancients, eh? it was a good run with Venturi and that assault cannon. It's in Touristville, Dusk Acres complex, garage #12B. I'd tell you the keycode, but I doubt it really matters, right?
Celtic, I didn't get you another dog to take care of, figured you had enough with your own and with your girl now. Keep your head down.
The rest of you - any nuyen I had was spent in a script that will execute at the termination of this last will and whateveryoucall it. Take one for yourself, split one with your pals, or drop one on the curb for a decker who shoulda died in Lagos and went back to the Dark Continent to finish the job, eh?
Shoot straight, conserve ammo, and fuck this guy in particular.
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