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Once comfortably aboard [[Surf Duct]]’s scientific vessel and its satellite enhanced connection to the matrix, the team made its way to the designated virtual address provided by the Johnson. The door opened into a sim-sense enabled virtual cafe—the kind of food-court, street cafe locale common to malls and amusement parks worldwide. Directed to the Johnson’s table, the team slid into matrix representations of injection-molded plastic chairs and faced their potential employer. She (or, her avatar, at least) was a stern elven Japanese woman in her 40s. Her hair was pulled into a bun, the tight hair accentuating the elongated points of her aural helix. She wore a crisp business suit. She introduced herself as Ms. Johnson, then gave a vague description of the job and offered pay as appropriate to the pre-negotiation part of the meet. It was an extraction mission in Malaysia, and the pay was 10k nuyen apiece. Transportation costs and lodging would be covered, but gear space on the flight was limited. Anything illegal would have to be smuggled separately, at a cost of roughly 10% of the item’s value. Santesso settled in to negotiate, but had a rough hand: the organization the Johnson represented simply didn’t have the funding for much more. He did manage to negotiate a discount on smuggling, but that’s it. Still, a job’s a job, and the chance to see a foreign country had its own appeal. The team accepted the terms. | Once comfortably aboard [[Surf Duct]]’s scientific vessel and its satellite enhanced connection to the matrix, the team made its way to the designated virtual address provided by the Johnson. The door opened into a sim-sense enabled virtual cafe—the kind of food-court, street cafe locale common to malls and amusement parks worldwide. Directed to the Johnson’s table, the team slid into matrix representations of injection-molded plastic chairs and faced their potential employer. She (or, her avatar, at least) was a stern elven Japanese woman in her 40s. Her hair was pulled into a bun, the tight hair accentuating the elongated points of her aural helix. She wore a crisp business suit. She introduced herself as Ms. Johnson, then gave a vague description of the job and offered pay as appropriate to the pre-negotiation part of the meet. It was an extraction mission in Malaysia, and the pay was 10k nuyen apiece. Transportation costs and lodging would be covered, but gear space on the flight was limited. Anything illegal would have to be smuggled separately, at a cost of roughly 10% of the item’s value. Santesso settled in to negotiate, but had a rough hand: the organization the Johnson represented simply didn’t have the funding for much more. He did manage to negotiate a discount on smuggling, but that’s it. Still, a job’s a job, and the chance to see a foreign country had its own appeal. The team accepted the terms. | ||
That settled, the Johnson laid out the job: Muhammad Ahmad Shebar, a member of the terrorist anti-magic group New Islamic Jihad, needed to be forcibly extracted and delivered to the Johnson’s on the ground agent. Ms. Johnson represented an undisclosed environmental group, and Shebar was wanted for questioning related to numerous acts of terrorism. He was far too connected for the authorities to do anything about, with deep governmental ties, and was very careful to keep himself off camera and squeaky clean. Ms. Johnson’s organization had come into information re: an upcoming visit to a large public market in Kuala Lumpur, and was hiring the runners to extract him there. "Discretion," she said, "is mandatory." | That settled, the Johnson laid out the job: Muhammad Ahmad Shebar, a member of the terrorist anti-magic group New Islamic Jihad, needed to be forcibly extracted and delivered to the Johnson’s on-the-ground agent. Ms. Johnson represented an undisclosed environmental group, and Shebar was wanted for questioning related to numerous acts of terrorism. He was far too connected for the authorities to do anything about, with deep governmental ties, and was very careful to keep himself off camera and squeaky clean. Ms. Johnson’s organization had come into information re: an upcoming visit to a large public market in Kuala Lumpur, and was hiring the runners to extract him there. "Discretion," she said, "is mandatory." | ||
==The Run== | ==The Run== | ||
Revision as of 16:36, 30 June 2020
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ShadowHaven Flower Power Blue Streak Doris Santesso Wildman |
Muhammad Ahmad Shebar New Islamic Jihad Mitsuhama Computer Technologies Bodyguards | ||||||
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Summary
LOCAL MAN TAKEN BY UNKNOWN ASSAILANTS
(Thursday, June 18, 2081) Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia: A sunny afternoon in the crowded Pasar Raya Jasa Jaya bazaar was darkened today when a group of unknown assailants assaulted a local man and his two bodyguards. On-site astral and physical security teams were dispatched to deal with the threat, but were overwhelmed by a well-prepared and capable extraction team. The bodyguards were quickly neutralized and the man shoved and driven away in a nondescript sedan. The whereabouts and identity of the abducted man are currently unknown. Paramedics called to the scene treated the two stunned bodyguards, as well as numerous minor injuries sustained by bystanders in the panic.
Background
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The Meet
Once comfortably aboard Surf Duct’s scientific vessel and its satellite enhanced connection to the matrix, the team made its way to the designated virtual address provided by the Johnson. The door opened into a sim-sense enabled virtual cafe—the kind of food-court, street cafe locale common to malls and amusement parks worldwide. Directed to the Johnson’s table, the team slid into matrix representations of injection-molded plastic chairs and faced their potential employer. She (or, her avatar, at least) was a stern elven Japanese woman in her 40s. Her hair was pulled into a bun, the tight hair accentuating the elongated points of her aural helix. She wore a crisp business suit. She introduced herself as Ms. Johnson, then gave a vague description of the job and offered pay as appropriate to the pre-negotiation part of the meet. It was an extraction mission in Malaysia, and the pay was 10k nuyen apiece. Transportation costs and lodging would be covered, but gear space on the flight was limited. Anything illegal would have to be smuggled separately, at a cost of roughly 10% of the item’s value. Santesso settled in to negotiate, but had a rough hand: the organization the Johnson represented simply didn’t have the funding for much more. He did manage to negotiate a discount on smuggling, but that’s it. Still, a job’s a job, and the chance to see a foreign country had its own appeal. The team accepted the terms.
That settled, the Johnson laid out the job: Muhammad Ahmad Shebar, a member of the terrorist anti-magic group New Islamic Jihad, needed to be forcibly extracted and delivered to the Johnson’s on-the-ground agent. Ms. Johnson represented an undisclosed environmental group, and Shebar was wanted for questioning related to numerous acts of terrorism. He was far too connected for the authorities to do anything about, with deep governmental ties, and was very careful to keep himself off camera and squeaky clean. Ms. Johnson’s organization had come into information re: an upcoming visit to a large public market in Kuala Lumpur, and was hiring the runners to extract him there. "Discretion," she said, "is mandatory."
The Run
Coming soon!
Aftermath
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Rewards
- 10,000 Nuyen
- 11 Karma
- 2 CDP
Player After Action Reports (pAARs)
Doris
Rough job. I'm used to travelling on a research budget, but this J really skimped... More than 20 hours of transit and four stops. Oof. And the hotel! I would have rather been lodged out at sea where you can get a nice breeze and jump in the water. Instead I got bed bugs and no air con. It was nice getting to go out to the market without completely covering up, at least! I didn't want to stay in the country long after that because of how loudly things went, unfortunately, so I wound up changing the plane tickets to stop by Sulawesi on the way back. It was fun having Santesso and Blue Streak join me for the leisure trip, too!