Point, Counterpoint: It was just a job chummer. Work is work, right? Don’t get personal, just get paid. Mess around with corps—geeked and on page 1. A Shadowrun mystery.
Shuriken was cutting ICE, cutting it well, until a spectral hand clawed its way out of his dock and tried to frag him. He ran. He ran to tell his fixer. There was magic in the Matrix.
At your door you found a letter: 10:00 p.m. Club Discord 1024 El Castro, Tacoma. Tomorrow. Inside there was also a credstick for 5000 nuyen. Signed Lord Quietus, a major figure in the Mafia here.
Mr. Soyimaya, your boss, was lost in the Jungles of Amonzonia. You are to rescue him. A Shadowrun in a new environment, the Jungle. No previous experience necessary.
Shurikion was cutting ice, cutting it well until a spectral hand clawed its way out of his deck and tried to frag him. He ran. He ran to tell his fixer. There was Magic in the Matrix.