Ok, finally worked out Requiem’s expenses…I'll save my earned karma for now...
Most of it goes on rent, I’ll take the maximum 10K nuyen from the milk run (no karma) to cover that. I’d like a battered Mercury Comet (20% price reduction, 2 damage this month) and I’ll buy 4 extended clips lvl 1 for my Savalettes please. Should leave me with about 500 nuyen to play with in month 2!
Milk run description is here, I might manage to get a bit more done, will try and get it posted to OP but running out of time today.
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Tuesday 21st May, 2075
It was unusual enough for Silk to ‘come out of retirement’ for Requiem to agree to accompany her on this little night time jaunt to a shipping office on the Seattle docks. She obviously didn’t trust this to one of her contacts in the runner community, but when he’d asked if the rest of Balefire were going to be coming for the ride she’d spun him a line about this being too simple a job for them to reassemble the old team again…despite the fact that they’d have done it if she’d asked…that meant it was probably something to do with Silk’s grand quest to find out who killed her mum, and that Bale would not have approved!
Requiem was self-aware enough to know that Silk had him wrapped round her little finger, and so he was here, sitting in the darkened interior of his car and wondering whether she was safe…Her persona appeared in the AR hud displayed on the windscreen. Although on one level he appreciated the hi-res view of her topless warrior Celtic/Amazon look, but he was saddened by the loss of her apparent innocence and the silken clad maiden image. This was the new Silk, harder, more militant. He recognised that his training was partly responsible for the changes but that somehow made it worse not better…
“I’m in. Relax a bit will you, security is light, obscurity was their best defence. You’re here as a precaution not because I’m anticipating trouble”
“And when did a run you were on ever go as smoothly as that?”
“Well that’s true enough, but on my head be it…”
“That’s likely enough sweetheart!”
“Chill Old Man, I have the data drive and I’m on my way back out now.”
Requiem waited as patiently as he could, scanning the surroundings with his various sensors, keyed by adrenalin and the combat training his instructors had drilled into him for years. The two sedans that pulled up screamed a warning at him whilst the RIG in his armour pulled down data from the matrix and simultaneously flashed the AR feed through his PAN to Silk’s deck
“We have company”
“Ok I see them, they don’t look like corp sec…oh great, mobsters, this is going to go well…”
Requiem watched as the lone security guard exited the building to confront the newcomers, stupid man, hand on his sidearm and clearly calling for backup…whether from the Knights or contracted security Requiem didn’t know but either was just as likely to get the fool killed. The four mob goons were dressed in cheap suits that might have been fashionable, well never, and were rather unsubtly brandishing Uzis. Requiem hated mobsters, and these looked like the worst sort, wannabees trying to make a name for themselves. He wouldn’t normally consider intervening in something like this, let evolution take its course, but Silk was inside. Although he couldn’t be certain of course he suspected this wouldn’t have any long term ramifications with the mob, weeding out this crew would almost be doing them a favour.
He exited his car and crossed the street from the obscured alley he was parked in. The matte black of his armour seemed to absorb the light, the featureless helmet making him look like some trid robot. Rather than draw the vicious Guardians from their rig he elected for the Light Fire. It was a pop gun compared to the heavy pistols but the capsule rounds loaded with Narcojet would leave little forensic evidence for when the cops eventually responded to this little fracas…
The mobsters were laughing at the guard and he had obviously finally realised that he’d made a mistake…don’t run, don’t run, Requiem willed him…and then he turned tail and the Uzis came up to track him… damn it, further than he’d like given the pistol but Requiem brought the targeting reticule up over the first of the mobsters and the phfft of the silenced round was lost in the high pitched chatter of the sub machine guns. The capsule round broke open under the first mobsters ear giving him a painful sting and a good dose of the DMSO, Narc cocktail. By the time he’d crumpled to the ground three more capsules had followed the first down range, each striking flesh for maximum absorption.
“You’re clear, let’s get gone. I’ll check on the poor sap, he might live long enough for the ambulance to reach him…”
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