Adrik slides down the wall, his wound taking its toll.
"You gonna live?" Max asks of his wounded teammate. As he listens for a reply, he takes the weapons off the former sniper and picks the sniper's body up, throwing him out the window from which he was shooting, though to the side so he doesn't land on the sniper rifle he threw out.
>>3yeZ: Sniper Down. Rick Injured. Grab the sniper rifle on your way up. Status? comes the short burst of text over their team chat room.
Once Bad Wolf has got Powers inside the door and found him a place to sit down temporarily, he will hurry back outside to grab the rifle.
Then he will go back in and find the others.
"Bad Wolf here, We'll live, but it was a close run thing."
>>3yeZ: now's the time to tape up your bulletholes. I'll look for the node.
Adrik nods to Max and pulls out his medkit. He attaches the trodes and lets the system diagnose the big hole in his right shoulder.
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my books are at my new house. Lets say first aid and related attribute and first aid.
each hit restores 1 "hit point"
max you found the node, it is locked inside a tower disguised as a tree. first you'll need to open then attaching the item. which is going to be a default hardware test for you guys. [12 hits needed, 10 minutesa roll.]
First Aid Roll: = 3 hits
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Power, unable to be either helped by first aid, or helpful in his conditions, gets up, painfully, and says, "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the car, passed out. If we could take an hour before the next run, that'd be great."
Power limps to the passenger seat and flops into the chair. The hip flask comes out and brown liquid rolls down his throat, its soothing burn temporarily relieving the skull-numbing pain. He soon starts dozing.
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"You know, what worries me the most now is how to deal with the last bit of biz.
We already said yes, if we renege on our deal, we'll be in a heap o' dreck for sure."
I forgot the order for healing...thanks for the reminder.....now that Max is done...lets get going and get that wizworm's stuff done...
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Correct you cannot get first aid after magical healing.
Max go ahead and mark that edge off.
As the last relay goes online, your commlink rings yet again.
Wiz! Your fixer's face appears in the display. I underestimated things when I said the work was going to flow today. I have yet another Johnson on the line.[b]
The video flashes, and the picture on the other end becomes that of a mid-sized troll with dark skin, clearly Aztlaner by the looks of him. He’s in a suit, but he wears an Aztec neckpiece in place of the tie. He wears his dark hair in a long ponytail. [b]“Hola, amigo. I’m Juan Xihuitl. If you have the will, I have the work.”
He pauses for a second, almost waiting to see your reaction to him.
“A young woman has gone missing in the CZ, and you will recover her. You will deliver her to Nick Ryder, who is a Lone Star officer for whom I am doing a favor. I will pay each of you four thousand nuyen for completing this contract.
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Power rouses himself from his pain and booze-inspired catnap feeling much refreshed. His body still feels like like a discount soy dog at a Stuffer Shack, but the fog that had enveloped his mind is mostly lifted.
As the offer of more work comes over, Rankev gives his opinion. "Null persp, chummers. Mind you, I'm not that kind of runner that can do stuff or move from the car, but the love is still there! As long I can run and hide half a klik away if there is any more lead in the air, I'm cool."
Max, not replying verbally, sends the chat to the other party members.
3yeZ>> I'm down if you all are, but I don't want to be hauling corpses around and I'm not a one-man show. If you all are too beat-up to continue, we can't say yes too many times.
"Hnh...I wish we could wait until after we are done with our current job before answering.
If nobody else gets hurt when we get that "thing from that "place" we might be able to do it.
But if you chum are up for it, then lets go."
"Lets get going if we are ever going to get these jobs done...and prey that damn comm does not ring again...."
"Not a bad idea to wait to accept until we see how many bullet holes we have in us after this next part..."
"Let's roll chummers, if we pull this off, we won't have to work again for a month at least.
The Wolf wants me to learn more combat spells."
"ALright, lets tell him we will take the contract. Add an extra 2,000 nuyen each for "medical" and see what he says!"
"Bit much, but then again, negotiations are always a good idea.
Every extra scrap they throw us from the masters table means less barking and playing tricks to avoid going hungry..."
3yeZ>> Power, you're probably our negotiation lead. Tell the Johnson we will need medical first. Cash or house call on his dime. If we get that he will have success. Max chats to Power
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Rankev, his head still firmly on the headrest for lack of energy to move, blinks at Max's suggestion. Sure, he'd been able to play the office politics well enough, enough to convince those above him to maintain his employment, and those below him from actively plotting his assassination, but to take the lead in negotiating? Um.... Power gets on the comm. "Uh, negative, negative, Team Leader. Some of our units are down from that last mission. We've got medical needs and expenses stat. Will need logistical support pronto to maintain unit cohesion and conservation of effective forces."
He just barely stops himself from using the word 'paradigm'.
Max shudders, then un-mutes his own mic and talks to the Johnson.
"Alright, some of us are lookin' pretty bad over here. Any way you could float us a DocWagon? We're your best shot at getting this done, and we are already in the CZ, but three runs in a row is three runs in a row. We will do the job, but the doc means it gets done sooner and less messy."
Bad Wolf shrugs a little, it was after all an expected outcome of the negotiations.
"Awright, let's talk details then Mr Xihuitl, where was she last seen, who was she with, what is her name. Anything that can help us locate her, identify her and bring her back."
3yeZ>> after all this is over if we keep running together we ought to get a skillsoft for negotiations or we will never get paid what we are worth Max chats to the others
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The target is a human female who goes by the street name Sam. She is SINless and homeless, and she was last seen roaming the streets in the Maker Collective, a mini-district just south of I-90 in Harwood Heights, near the northern 90-94 interstate split. Once the runners have Sam, they are to meet Nick Ryder at Chicago’s Own Pizzeria in Northside.
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Power>>"I concur that the lab is first, since another body makes all things problematic. Also, it's theoretical that we could find her without combat, so null persp if we get shot up a bit at the lab.
Of note, that is a point that we don't -technically- have hard timelines on this. Wizworm didn't even mention one for the lab. Jus' sayin'."
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By now, you’re almost accustomed to driving in the wind and snow. At least it beats walking any distance in a Chicago winter.
As you approach 1501 North Greenview Avenue, you see a right-triangular brick building lined with boarded up windows. The building is dark. It looks like it might have been a school in a previous life, but now it bears the word JANUS in some techie-looking letters above the barricaded glass doors in front. At the southeast corner of the building, a lone door lies open, hanging precariously from one hinge and pinned open by a snowdrift
"Assensing? Sure, I'll give it a whirl. Let's see what we can see..."
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As you approach the largest room in the basement, you see a dead dwarf in a lab coat lying in the open doorway, his head cocked at a decidedly unpleasant angle. Two human corpses lie just inside the doorway, one wearing an armor jacket with the Janus Industries logo.
The rest of this room jumps right out of the sci-fi horror trids at you. Twelve cloning tanks line the room, eleven containing identical dark-haired human females, all in suspended animation. The twelfth tank is open and some of its fluids are spilled across the floor. As you tear your eyes from the tanks, they land at one of the tables, upon which lies a scalpel, an open medkit, a commlink, and a small medical implant device, all covered in dried blood. Something bad happened here.