Incorrect Owners
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Ryan Danes 4NG3L Elaine Fluster |
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Summary
Johnson has a missing package and wishes to hire a group of runners to find out who stole it, and possibly retrieve it. Runners discover a mercenary company and follow a trail of bodies before brawling with a scouting party and a powerful decker in order to locate the hideout of the organization. After entering the location and spotting a massive threat in the basement, leaving the rest of the job to a specifically hired runner team to
Background
The Meet
The run was in a park near Devil's Lake, Redmond, a somewhat decently-kept location compared to the surrounding area. As the arrived arrived near dusk, the park was rather sparsely populated, with a single, intact bench showing the only person who definitely looked completely out of place in the slummier neighborhood, a finely dressed woman who appeared to have bathed within the last week. Of course, trying to find other runners first, of course this was a rather easy task considering the line of work didn't always scream 'subtly.' After some short formalities between the runners, the group moved to meet up with Mrs. Johnson, who had decided to get tea in the meantime.
As they met, the runners, (and M3chan1c's stand-in drone) got odd looks from the Johnson, a rather pale woman who appeared to possess some magic power according to an assensing from Elaine. She remained rather silent as the runners introduced themselves, simply giving them a knowing look and passing them a datachip their way without any elaboration. Looking closer, M3chan1c pointed out towards the cause of the silence out of Mrs. Johnson, a series of old burn scars right over the throat, likely in an area that would have rendered her mute. Dismissing the previous remarks that the J's silence may have been out of rudeness, the runners got to checking out the datachip.
According to the datachip, Johnson wanted the runners to retrieve a re-enforced, scan shielded briefcase, possibly containing a series of grenades. The primary objective was to find out who stole the package, likely an individual who knew about the delivery beforehand and who would be carrying out the delivery. An additional 2k nuyen reward was offered if the runners could return the suitcase intact to Johnson. A series of pictures were also attached, showing the last locations that the package and its courier were pinged on their route, ending at a refueling station between Touristville and Avondale, looking further into the image, the group some bodies of some rather rough looking individuals, sporting certain tells of some sort of military experience about themselves due to the scars and tattoos they sported. In the marks on their skin M3chan1c recognized a symbol on one of their necks, a roughed-up bunch of 8 arrows, the tag of a new gang in the area he'd heard rumors about. Digging in on their armaments, M3chan1c and Elaine spotted some rather familiar firearms they had been toting, previous-generation military hardware, already out of date, but still familiar to anyone who kept up on firearms or military history. 4NG3L looked about the scene, recognizing a gang hit when she saw one, thanks to her own experience in similar matters. Among the bodies seen in the image, there also appeared to be a couple downed attackers from the unknown gang, with the courier, dressed in civilian clothing, crucified with an excess of nails nearby. Scanning through the image 4NG3L managed to recognize a tattoo on another one of the bodies, a white-hydra, one that she had come across during some of her operations with the Yakuza. As the other runners got to work scanning over the information available, Fluster stood up, greasing some palms with the Johnson, managing to work out a better reward, as well as an additional pre-paid bonus of two-thousand nuyen! Looking over the metadata, 4NG3L pointed out that the pictures seemed to have been taken mere minutes before the job posting went out. Accepting the job, the runners made way back to the car, spotting a stealth cloak flashing as a Barret 122 was made visible for a brief moment, seeming to trail after Johnson. Giving yet another close look, M3chan1c, Elaine, and Fluster also noticed that Mrs. Johnson appeared to have a similar hydra tattoo to the courier corpse in the picture.
The Plan
According to a matrix search, early reports seemed to indicate that the symbol belonged to a gang operating out of Avondale, apparently one which had not endeared itself to the local biker gangs operating through the area. As 4NG3L continued to do a deep-dive on the matter, the group stepped over to a local burger joint M3chan1c heard about online, being a bit daring, he decided to try their 'meat' burger, unfortunately, it appeared the reviews had lied to him as he nearly vomited on the second bite, whirling around the parking lot, he sent the rest of the bitten burger sailing through the drive-thru window before speeding off, quietly accepting Fluster's offer of their fries as he stewed in his rigger cocoon.
On their way to the recharging station, M3chan1c managed to spot another crucifixion, matching the previous one spotted in the crime scene photo. At this time, 4NG3L's matrix search popped off, as she returned to meatspace, she showed what she had found, finally a name to the mysterious attackers, a mercenary group called C.H.A.O.S, Criminal Heavy Assault Ordinance Service. Among the list of their various deeds, including military caravan raids, assassinations, dips into the realms of forbidden magic and possession. Looking over the body, the group identified heavy use of machine guns, and similar markings to the CHAOS specialists, but with far inferior weapons and armor. Sending out a drone net and scanning himself, M3chan1c spotted a group starting to approach the bodies, all bearing markings and equipment showing them as more members of the Service, seeming to be on the way to collect their fallen comrades.