The next job from Mr. Johnson sent us to Seattle, the Hollywood for Shadowrunners, we’ve hit the big time! The teams operational funds got us a pretty decent apartment in Tacoma and we spent a week doing the regular research and prep for the run. We’ve even made a new StreetDoc contact in Redmond near the facility, just in case someone falls and scrapes a knee! This shouldn’t be any more difficult than the rest of the jobs we’ve done so far.
Stealth is always best but it takes prep, so the hacker would research the facility by getting inside the security cameras and capturing guard behavior and finding the best routes to the data port. I would case the facility from the outside and the Faceman would try to buddy up with an employee or guard to squeeze a little more info about the place.
Once we felt comfortable with what we had, I would run the actual B&E with everyone in camouflage and the mages spells to keep us quiet and distract guards with phantom sounds. Soon we’d be in the room with the shining network portal and the hacker would crack any IC and grab the paydata the Johnson was asking for plus any extra that looked juicy and might sell on the black market.
The location is an Ares Arms facility called Monohan Vehicles. They manufacture military and police vehicles in a remote and forested area south of Glow City. We walked into the facility without any problems; locked doors were opened, cameras and security hardware were spoofed, guards looked the other way at just the right time. We stood guard while the decker jacked into the data port.
The decker died ten seconds later with a quiet little pop, and the smell of burning electronics. Black IC wasn’t supposed to be part of the set up but the scorching around her datajack made it apparent that we were all in some serious shit. Then the auto-turrets popped out and the drones came and the whole thing turned into a screaming chaos of blood and death.
I remember hearing the mage scream something about an astral presence before his eyes rolled back and he crashed to the floor. Me and the Faceman made a last stand against the well trained corp-mercs that showed up but they were too good and too many. The mental snap shot of his warm brain matter splattered across the side of my face will haunt my nightmares.
The explosion that opened a jagged hole in the wall next to me was nearly the end but I was able to crawl through it onto a lower level rooftop. The meds were gone by that time and my wounds were severe but somehow I limped through the night, headed to the only place that came to mind, the new StreetDoc contact “Patches”.