It was a lovely Monday morning, eyes shut, sleeping in. It was a lovely morning until Knight Errant kicked in the door and arrested everyone for hijacking a truck full of commlinks in Tacoma. It seriously didn’t even sound familiar.
Luckily you were not long for the lockup before some tiny little norm chica showed up and pulled you out. Legally even. Apparently she’s some hotshot lawyer called “Imaginary” Annie Goldsmith. She even set you up with a job, which is nice considering how your last job ended with you dropped in Seattle with little to nothing. Anything to get out of Colombia though.
The group all went to Banshee, a club in the Redmond Barrens. The place is seriously 20th Century wood and brick. It would be retro-chic if it weren’t for the fact that it was crumbling in front of you.
In the club was Mr. Johnson, a thin Korean human. Mr. Johnson offered a simple job. Just grab an item from a hotel room and bring it back. It seemed too good to be true.
The job did go off without a hitch. Aside from finding the former possessor of the Commlink dead in his own hotel room. Not your fault. The group retrieved two commlinks and brought them both to Mr. Johnson, who took the one he had requested and tossed the other to the group saying that they could probably find someone who would be interested in it.
The group was called by someone named Sam Dietrich, who offered them 100,000 nuyen, no questions asked, if they met him at the zoo and gave him the commlink. He seemed desperate, as if there were something on the commlink he didn’t want getting into the wrong hands.
Just after speaking with Sam, there was a knock at the door, followed by footsteps and insane giggling. Then, a frag grenade brought the door down. Luckily, the mage made short work of the attackers. People don’t deal with being on fire so well.
The group met with Sam at the zoo, but he seemed confused. He introduced himself as “Jake Armitage.” The mage assensed Dietrich/Armitage and saw that there were several souls in the same body. There was not much time to ponder how strange this was, for at that moment Dietrich/Armitage’s brain was spread over the Basilisk exhibit by a sniper. The group managed to get their pay by searching Dietrich’s pockets. They also found another commlink which helped them to make sense of some data found on the first.
As the group dealt with Basilisks on the loose, they heard sirens drawing closer.