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I lean towards Joe, Sounds interesting chummer. Somehow I feel like a worm on a hook though Joe. I want the work, though, and you have always been good to me. You sure there isn't a little extra scratch in the kitty jar for operational expenses should the security run thick?

Hmmm... Does the "lover of lost books" know where this particular book resides? And did he indicate anything about the environment or current holder of the book might be? I would hate to go into something like this without the correct shirt and tie on is all I am asking.

I tip the waitress 10 Nuyen and let her lead the way.

Hmmm... good old script... must be sensitive if Big Joe is avoiding using the PAN. I pocket the napkin and finish the drink.

I take a seat where ever i can get a good vantage point of the room and the door. I order a double crown on the rocks.

Evans is probably chasing down a lead, and hell, blowing off some steam would probably do me some good.

Sounds like a winner

Sounds good to me. I envision him as a well connected motivator for me.

Part B
- Personal beliefs? Well, I guess I believe in Karma. She is a B!@$^ so do good onto others. What goes around, comes around… sometimes, I get to make sure it comes around. I have seen what magic can do, but it still freaks me out a bit. Something I will never completely understand.

- I have this do-gooder, almost avenging angel flaw in me that gets under the skin of some of my Runner companions. I would rather do a job that makes an impact, than just one that pays out. And I NEVER, EVER hurt the defenseless.

- I have been manipulated by the big corps before, and I know that they are capable of damn near anything to get what they want. Corporate politics is more dangerous than nuclear war at this point. I got my first Mr. Johnson contact through Ares Macrotechnology, so I guess they would be the group I relate with best. Renraku and Aztechnology are probably my least favorite.

- I have a lot of contacts. In the shadows, you live and die by who you know, and how much you can trust them. (Connection/Loyalty)
o Phil M. – Phil is the head bartender for the night shift at the world famous Mirage Hotel and Casino. I got Phil out of some trouble with one of the local Mafia rings last year. He is good for a free drink and some interesting conversation. (Bartender 3/2)
o Betty Ting – Betty has been a good little wage slave for Wuxing’s Las Vegas operations for more than 15 years. She has decent access within the company, but won’t stick her neck out too far. (Corporate Wage Slave 2/1)
o Big Joe – Big Joe is one of the most well-connected brutes of a Troll you could ever meet, but he comes in handy (Fixer 3/2)
o Chief William Wiggins – Chief Wiggins was one of reasons I relocated to Las Vegas. He was an old friend in Seattle working with Lone Star, and when he took a new role at LVPD, we kept in touch. If I had come to work for him, we might have been closer. I meet him at the café for the “heart attack scramble” at least once a month. (Police Chief 3/2)
o Cyber Steve – When you are planning to get shot at, you better know where to get fixed up at. Cyber Steve may act like a cross between a pimp and a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon, but he is damn good at what he does. The fact that he specializes in Black Market cosmetic implants shouldn’t scare you. (Street Doc 2/1)
o Officer Dave Underman - Dave is a solid beat cop with a small stims addiction. You would never notice it to see him work, but everyone has their demons. (Beat Cop 2/2)
o Dr. Phillis Wu, PhD – Dr. Wu one of the top Forensic Specialists working for the LVPD. She may well be the undoing of many a Runner’s group, but she is on my side. (Forensics Expert 2/2)
o Mr. Johnson – What can I say? He says he represents Mitsuhama (he might) and he hasn’t screwed me yet. He is a Mr. Johnson… you can’t trust him till the creds clear. (Mr. Johnson 2/1)
o Sally Go-Go – No, that is not her real name, but then again she doesn’t know mine either. I got hooked up with her through Phil, and she has come through a few times. Not a bad looking girl… but I hope this is not how my daughter turns out. (Club Hopper 2/1)
o Vincent Gambini – Vincent represents a local Mafia family here in Las Vegas. Vincent sometimes needs favors for the family done outside the family’s direct control. Mostly it has meant using my connections or police knowledge to help them out. One day he will have to return the favor. (Mafia Consiglieri 3/1)

- Sunday mornings are spent with Hannah in the back yard. We play ball with Mr. Scruffy (her dog) and I will spend the day cooking for tonight’s dinner. Hannah has to spend a lot of time either in school or with her Nanny, so these days are nearly sacred to me.

- My skills have been picked up from my under graduate studies and my time on the police force. I always wanted to go back and get an advanced degree and make my daughter proud, but I am not getting any younger, and the shadows don’t exactly offer vacations – or retirement packages.

- My limits – I don’t hurt children, few women, and I don’t hurt the innocent. I have my morals… sometimes they get in the way of what I do, but I have to look my daughter in the eyes in the morning.
- All of my cyber gear was part of my promotion bonus to Detective grade when I worked for Lone Star. I could have selected more, but at the time, it was all I was comfortable with.

- I live two lives. I have my little piece of suburbia and provide as normal of a life for my little girl as I can possible do. In the shadows – that all changes. I am looking for a new bolt hole somewhere in Las Vegas – centrally located. Trying to manage a lock room in the middle of suburbia is just not working out.
- I still wake up in the middle of the night screaming out for Bev. Finding her in her office, murdered in cold blood, remains my biggest heart break. Having been told I could not participate in the investigation was more than I could bear. Investigating Bev’s murder turned into my first Shadowrun experience, and helped to show me the suffering and helplessness that the majority of the population experiences.

- I still keep my wife’s ring and mine on a chain around my neck. I only take it off on runs, because I wouldn’t want to disappoint Bev.

- When I was 6 years old, I wanted to be a Dragon and rule the world. When I was 13, I wanted to be a Master Decker and expose the secrets of the world. Now, I just want to be a good father and provide for my daughter. I am also feeling the need to help the little guy out and bring the big guys down a notch.

- I try to dress conservatively, but professionally. I have to interact with a diverse array of people, and it does not pay for me to stick out in the crowd sometimes.

- I have spent the past couple of years with the pseudonym of The Gray Man.

I will post Part B later

- My Parents were honest, hard-working people. My father server in the UCAS Military before it was the UCAS. I am not sure exactly what he did for them, but he would get up sometimes and be gone for days or weeks at a time. Mom held the family together. We were never rich, but we always had food on the table and a good home. Mom believed in giving back to the community. I remember when I was 6 years old, mom was volunteering at a Goblin Shelter… at the time I didn’t know any different, because Mom made me see through her eyes. They were all just people, and they all needed understanding. When my father was home, he made sure we were a family, and did things together. He would say “The world is hard son. You need to make the best of your life and the lives of those around you that you care about.” He said it was in an old song “that is was more important to want what you got, then to get what you want”.

- Mom’s proudest day of mine was first the day I graduated from School and then the Day Hannah was born. Dad’s was probably the day I graduated from the Academy. Both wanted me to make the world a better place, but each had ideas of how I was supposed to do that. Dad still doesn’t understand why I left Seattle to be an “independent contractor” in Vegas. After Bev’s death and Lone Star pulled out of Seattle, I needed to get out. I needed not to see memories of Bev everywhere I walked. Reminders of how life is not fair, nor compassionate.

- I was seven years old when The Dragon President was slain. My mother was devastated. She really believed a Dragon was the countries best hope of emerging from the darkness. I had just received my iComm Lite, the CommLink for today’s youth and tomorrow’s future. I watched the whole thing explode with media coverage. I was left stunned. I just wanted to make Mom’s pain go away, and I couldn’t get Dad on the phone. Why does he have to always be working so damn hard?

- In 2064, Dad came home from work, a changed man. Gone were the days of us going to see the Redwood’s or even just playing in the park. It was like a ghost of Dad came home to us. He was constantly checking the newsgrid, he even started stock piling food and survival gear. Mom would take him for his checkups all the time. I may have only been 14, but I was not blind… something had gone wrong, very wrong.

- I always told everyone I was going into consulting because of the handover of Seattle from Lone Star to Knight Errant, but really it had much more to do with the memories of Bev haunting me. I had to pay the bills and maybe have a little extra to put away for Hannah’s future. She is my world, but she doesn’t need to know what Daddy is doing on these new “consulting” jobs. Being a Detective paid ok, but we were played like pawns, just like the corp-drones. I can make a difference; I can strike back at the plague that infects our world. Sometimes you have to learn to think like the bad guys to beat them.

- My home is a nicely appointed, but modest home. It is really built around the needs of normality for my daughter. I really need to establish a safe house for continued operations here in Vegas. My identity and my shadow identity need to remain very separate. Hannah means everything to me.

I remember Gh0st from the old neighborhood. Trouble on two legs, but secretly has a heart of gold when it comes to children. Had to pull him off of some abusive father that put his kid in stitches and a cast. The father wasn't as lucky. At first I was probably one of his contacts, but now we are actually running the shadows together.

... Always talking to some cat that is never there. Awakened types kind of give me the creeps.

I am going to have to find some work that actually pays, and quick! I just paid out the bills for the month and I am tapped out. I don't know how I will cover expenses, let alone Jenny's tuition. You would think with all of the problems going on out there I would be able to tap into a little of it and maybe help the little guy out doing it. Drek, I am the little guy now.

Checking the local rumor mill for possible leads

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