Big Score - Part 1

Well I thought Alan was going to give you the low down on what kicked off this last week, but it seems he is high as a kite with his new best friend and cheery dealer Esteban. Geeze those guys seriously have a problem, I think I need to find a better crew.
He might fill you in with some more details later, but in the mean time this is a brief what’s what.

Well once again we offer to do some pro bono work. This one at least has the chance of some cash at the end, but we might as well do something. One of the banker guy’s old contacts wants us to look for a friend of his. Or perhaps it was his sister; hmmm I really ought to pay more attention in the briefing.

She works for a local planning department in what is left of City Hall. They don’t really have much power but they still are needed to approve all the decisions that are made. We track down a few leads, search the guy’s place and her place. Turns out she has been shacking up with some loser from the South side. This guy is in deep debt with his gambling habits and owes a lot to the local TriMaf. Nobody knows what she sees in this guy, he seems like New Angeles’ biggest loser. We get in touch with all our contacts and track down the last known location of this poor girl. She has been kidnapped by the TriMaf, held as collateral against Mr Weasel’s debts.

Alan and I sneak in and attack from the inside out, the others attack from the outside in. Bullets are flying everywhere in this gang hidout but Alan has not learned the first thing from being around me and po/p3. He doesn’t take good cover and ends up catching a lot of lead. At this point the white powder the TriMaf were bagging up gets shot up and clouds of the stuff fill the air. Alan takes an almighty lung full of the stuff and is now crazier than Scarface!
I take down their boss and the rest of the gang seems to fade away after that. We locate the girl in a back room all tied up, fortunately she isn’t hurt. But it seems like she knew something that was going on and her boyfriend Mr. Weasel was going to try and capitalise on it.

So the next play is to look into that and see what it is all about. Perhaps we can turn some real cash on this job after all.

Pet Sitting

Here I am broke again. Finally got rid of the second rate chrome in my system and upgraded to some flashy new MCT stuff. Joshua B. did the surgery.
So Esteban and Davian are playing Blockus, or some cyberversion of said same. When some happy chappy Thorium Atom rocks up called Ponzi Johnson, offers us a simple baby sitting job.

We have to go to some Trideo Producer’s house and look after their custom pet. a 6ft 8 handed cuddly psycho named Fluffles. Genetically engineered for maximum cuteness and cuddlyness. As soon as the execs leave the drek hits the fan. The thing bolts out the back window and out of the garden. Frag, this thing is fast, I’m running top speed just to keep it in sight. The others (Esteban, Davian and some pile of spare parts called Teak that Esteban picked up from god knows where) pile in our hunk of junk van and give chase.

We finally catch the thing up when it is just about to hug the missus of the house who happens to be in the middle of the street. Then we notice the ambush. Someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to put this thing down. Most people would call a vet, but hey? this is New Angeles.

Anyway, the woman of the house is a hologram distraction, fluffles is confused, and we are them mobbed by an ambush of seven supersoldiers. Must be vets of the Mars riots or something. I come out shooting, but they is packing some heat. Esteban and Davian catch one early. The robot Teak then takes some serious shots but seems to keep going. We wittle them down, as they see more interested in bagging the fluffle bunny, like it is some big game prize. (It did seem to have some serious genetic advantages, including kevlar like fur making the damn thing bullet proof).

What seems an age later we distract the creature long enough to get it back in the van. After a few stops (mostly to stop the bleeding on various people) we get back to the house. Mr. Big Trid. Producer is there and pissed. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out we just foiled his assassination plot of his own frigging pet. Seems fluffles is getting more action than he is!!!
Seriously dude, hire some hookers and call it quits!

We get paid enough for me to clear my debt at least, but not much more. It kinda sucks that were the go to guys if you want to hire someone to protect something and you WANT them to fail!
We need to pull off a decent job and then we can start getting serious job offers.


Fluffles - Prologue

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Custom Job - Epilogue

It takes a few weeks for the team to come to terms witht he loss of Sheena. Tallie Perrault runs an expose on DoubleHelix Biotech for the Opticon Foundation with the leaked data files the team liberated from the mainframe. There wasn’t much evidence, but the shock revalations and the lack of a coordinated response to the claims was enough to severely damage DoubleHelix Biotech.

DoubleHelix settles with Lady Fabien Chave, for an undisclosed figure, but immediately a class action law suit in the names of the 56 victims is slapped down on the firm. Helen Rodgers is discraced and ousted from her own company by her investors and the whole house of cards falls down. There is no evidence of any illegal activity by DoubleHelix, but the financial pressures eventually cause the firm to implode.
Rodgers was declared bankrupt and has since gone to ground after several threats were made against her life.

Jinteki are rumoured to have pulled out of a deal at the last moment when the news hits the grid about the Lady Chave lawsuit.

Antoine Anderson ended up comitting suicide by throwing himself out of the window of his third story office and show room. However word on the street has it that Gazza “knuckles” Franklin, a local mob boss; had him wacked for failing to pay massive debts. There is also rumour that Knuckles was covering up a few loose ends and a potential loose tongue by offing the guy.

Custom Job - Main

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Custom Job Prologue

Esteban has just got to bed after a late night trawling the datalanes for a decent bite.

It is four o’clock in the morning when your com pad lights up playing an irritating teen pop song, you need to remember to change that some time. You are barely awake but you answer the call. It is Teisha, one of Shenna’s friends. You met her once or twice at the club where Shenna works as a barmaid. She looks upset and kinda agitated.
“Hey! I don’t know if you remember me…”
“Teisha, right?” you reply
“Yeah! Look, I know it’s really early, sorry, but erm…”
“What is it?”
“Shenna. She’s missing, she wasn’t in work yesterday and the boss says he is going to fire her if she doesn’t show up today. I called her loads of times and she’s not answered, I’m worried. Her shift started five minutes ago and…”
“Ok I’ll swing by her place and check on her”

Twitch wins the superbowl!!!!

So we’re in the garage watching sportsing on the trid, when Davian gets a call from Victoria Oxendine – the chica we’ve just been watching doing the lame guns thing. She wants him to help her out with something urgent, and she needs more than just his help, and there’s serious dinero involved. Hey, I love sports! We’re meet her at the New Angeles Clouds stadium – she has a room on the 23rd floor being the team Captain and all. She’s had her playbook stolen and needs it back in time for the Final tonight with the Pasadena Oakers.

Hey, I know where I’ve seen her before – she was spewing noodles over that dude’s brain dribbling at the motel that time! But hey, discretion is the better part of valour no? So, don’t make a big deal of it, we made bank on those brain noodles anyhow. She’s promising more? Go Clouds!

Turns out she was at some charity gig last night, some fundraiser for Cyber Orphans. Twitch’s eye circuits start to mist over at this – whatever. She got planted with some micro-bug in the shape of a little Clouds pin badge. Tried to fry her brain up real bad.

Who’s she suspect? Her second in command is Emilio – maybe he wants promition eh? Could be the Oakers themselves, trying to influence the match. There’s also the Pitsville Jacks, her old team. She jilted them for her shot at the big time and they want payback.

First up, we go to the scene of the crime – the hall where the charity benefit took place. I snoop out the local network and look for anything totally suspicious – nothing jumps out. Okay. Next hit up the cameras and get the feed on Victoria. She’s wearing the badge pretty much all night. Eventually it detaches after she goes to bed, messes with her head then scampers out of the building and out of camera view. Go back in time to when she’s not got the pin – who gives it to her?

There’s a scene of some big hombre giving her a real close hug and she’s got it on after that. Bingo. Who’s this guy? Sam “The Ram” Daniels, late of the Pitsville Jacks.

Ok, leads, cool. Let’s go ask this guy some polite question eh? Only kidding, we’re gonna mess him up real bad.

He lives in a tower block on the periphery, not quite gated community luxury, but the rooms look nice. On the web though – they won’t let us in the front door. Davian talks the front desk guy up all sweet while Twitch sneaks us in the back door. Thirty seconds and a piece of tin foil on a ribbon cable and the Elevator is wide open – just like spoofing ATMs in kindergarten no? Need to hack the damn muzak next time, that crap is bad. Up we go.

We make it to Flat 82B – Sam’s inside and soon so are we. Victoria is pissed. He was her good friend before she left the Jacks. She rounds on him and starts to mess him up before we can get to asking him the questions. I like this lady. Yeah he planted the badge, not for the Jacks though, for some Trimaf goon called Roger Jhong of the Blissful Junkets. Victoria’s heard of them, had some dealings – they paid her to throw a match back in the Jacks days, but she double crossed them, took the money and run.

Jhong turns out to be a Koi hybrid, working out of a warehouse in Chinatown. As the tongs go, he’s not very high up the pecking order. Yeah, they write themselves. He also appears to be in a situation beyond his capabilities to resolve, in an environment he isn’t used to. Never mind, there are myriad opportunities etc.

We head to his warehouse in Trima town, it’s standard sized but the interior is lavishly decorated as some pretentious wannabe trimaf boss headquarters. There’s a little stream with a bridge over it, a cyber-pagoda and lawn, and at one end is a huge fish tank complete with a castle and a waving diver. We only see all this because Dukain climbs onto the roof and sneaks in. Victoria puts on her gravball armour and magna-gloves – the kind they use to launch the metal ball at high speed, like a freaking railgun. We storm the place and take out the wise-guys. Hey, paydirt, and a little bonus – I fill up with packs of miscellaneous white powder. These guys know how to party! We can’t find the playbook though – and we search the whole damn place, the pagoda, the office part, the little table where the guys are playing cards. The only place remaining is the the little treasure chest in the underwater castle. Aw man – someone’s gonna have to swim in there.

We reunite Victoria with her playbook, and she loads it up before kicking Roger Jhong’s face in. We have just enough time to make it to the stadium in time for the game. She gives us free tickets with ringside seating. Pope is gonna be so jealous.

We get seated behind the magna-shield that protects the crowd from the high speed balls. They bring us these weird hot-dogs shaped like clouds. We’re getting comfortable and waiting for the game to start, when Victoria burst in again and tells us that all her subs are sick from eating bad fish, and she’s had one guy snap an ankle – she needs another player!!

Twitch steps up to the plate, and finds some armour that fits. He gets them to black out the helmet so no-one can see who he is – the guy’s got plenty of people he’d rather not see him on global TV. He heads out to the ring with Victoria, and they start to play.

They’re doing pretty well, the crowd’s loving the mystery sub – he makes some good shots and points are scored on either side. But just then, Victoria jumps in and grabs the ball that should have scored the winning goal, and it seems she’s playing in a dream – the rest of the team don’t know how to react to her movements, like her plays are right off.

This isn’t right – maybe we got that playbook back too easily? This could all be part of the plan? Davian and I scan the crowd for trouble, and eventually spot one of the goons from the warehouse sat a few rows back – he pulls out some device and operates it, just as Victoria lines up a shot. The magna-shield drops, and panic grips the crowd. The game shows no sign of stopping, but it would just take one hyper velocity pass gone awry and a whole lot of people would get really hurt. We leap from the box and try to get over and take out the ganger. Victoria moves in a daze and lines up to launch the ball somewhere towards the VIP boxes. Is this all some convoluted assassination plan?

We try to grab the guy and wrestle the device from him, but he’s slippery and evades us. Victoria finishes lining up and launches the ball at some target high up in the crowd. We get the device off the guy, but it all looks too late, and Victoria shakes her head in confusion, as though just waking up

But just then, Dukain leaps out, vaults off one of the opposing team member’s shoulder plates and manages to intercept the shot. There’s a huge clang heard throughout the hushed arena as his magna-glove snags the metal projectile of out the air- his arm snaps back as the speed of the ball pulls him onwards, but three hundred million viewers around the world watch in silence as he swings it back around, drops to the ground in a perfect launch stance and sends the metal ball hurtling towards the goal ring.

We manage to re-establish the protective shield just too late for the winning ball to speed out and crash into the fish ganger as the crowd explodes in applause. The end siren sounds seconds before the emergency alarm kicks in but no-one pays that any notice. The Clouds win the league thanks to the swift recovery moves of the mystery substitute.

Dukain basks in the adoration of the audience, while Victoria honours him with her trademark Boomin’ Guns gesture.

Hardball - Prologue

“…and you could smell the burning flesh it all the way up into the gods. It was an exciting end to a long and hard fought season of cyber tennis. The prodidgy “Bionic” Billy Jepson knocked out in the final by the artificial intelligence MindZ3. The cleaning droids are mopping up the blood and a representative from Mitsuhama Computing Technologies is about to collected the Babbage cup. MCT has dominated the sport for years now and..”


“… DOWN with a mighty hydraulic tackle from José “The Vice” Bernstein. Thats just got to put the game into extra time now. Oh wait, No, HE’S DETACHED HIS LEGS! Stanislav Zohl has detached his legs and is now CRAWLING with the fusion sphere. Ten Yards! Five Yards! Its almost critical! one more and YES!! Yes! He is down and he is SAFE! The crowd are going INSANE out here in Delhi. The Bosons are out of the playoffs and into the…”


The apathetic Ivan flicked through the sports channels back at the chop shop. Pope was watching passively as he disassembled the final of pieces of his assault rifle and laid them down with the others on a synthetic cotton sheet.

“Stick the Gravball Network on man” Pope called out as he set about cleaning the components.

Ivan gave a short grunt of agreement. His left eyelid twitched a little as he sent the command to the Sensovision.


The Gravball network channel was split in two sides. On one side there a calm but slightly puzzled looking anchor man. On the other half there was a shot of a battered looking doorway. It was surrounded by ravenous photographers and jostling sports reporters in suits with microphones. One grey suited reporter, a woman with short hair was in the foreground, fiddling with an aural implant behind her left earlobe. Around the edge of the screen was a myriad of numbers and arrows. Along the bottom a scrolling marquee read:


The suited reporter finished tinkering with her implant leaving a ruffled patch of hair.

“Debbie? Debbie can you hear us?” the anchor man inquired.
“OK? Are we good?” Debbie said to someone off screen, then faced the camera “Right…good! We are standing here right outside the team exit at the Yamato Sushi Stadium home of the Pasadena Oakers who were just handed a crushing defeat by the New Angeles Clouds. The captain Victoria Oxendine led her team through 90 minutes of jaw dropping gravball and they are about to emerge from this very door and board their bus back across town.”
“The news feeds are hyped this victory” Asked the anchor “What does this mean for the Clouds”
“Well John, if the Clouds go on to beat the Oakers in the second match or at least win on aggregate they are going through to the national playoffs. Nobody ever expected them to play at this level, given that they were almost facing relegation last year.“
“What is with this sudden burst of talent, why have the Clouds been on the tips of everyone’s tongues recently?”
“Theres a lot of speculation but it has generally been put down to the signing of Oxendine from the Pittsburg Jacks last season. The team was strong with a lot of raw talent, but her top plays and zero tolerance to sloppy attitudes has tightened them right up. The Jacks were sorry to see her go for sur…”

That moment, the battered doors swung inwards, sucking in a clump of reporters. Slightly obscured by the vid cams held aloft by reporters was the hulking head and shoulders of of Victoria. She stormed triumphantly out the doorway still wearing her blue and yellow gravball armor. Victoria was of clearly of native american descent with long brown hair clumped together by either sweat or post shower dampness. She stormed forwards and made her trademark “Boomin’ Guns” gesture high in the air with her fingers. The reporters went wild at this, and a whole firework display of camera flashes went off, she strode on through the crowd of reporters followed by her cheering team mates.

Diane the reporter had a lot of practice here. She weaved through the other agents administering the occasional strategic elbow. She dodged a pap drone which careened in to get a closeup and shoved her microphone up at the star’s face. Skipping along side her was not easy, but she managed to keep pace.

“Debbie Pottle! GBN news! You have taken this team through to near stardom, what’s your winning formula?” Shouted Debbie
“The best damn plays in the league!” She declared confidently, tapping at her head “Got em all up here!”
“What about the next match, how do you feel? The Clouds are so big now you even have board members of Solmine, Weyland and the Gravball Conference itself coming to watch”
“They went down good tonight and we’ll whup em’ again tomorrow” she stated “There’s no such thing as pressure baby!”
“How about these allegations that you’ve approached by match fixing agents”
“WHAT are you trying to say! I’m not crooked! ” She said, leveling her intense eyes at Debbie.

Debbie was caught off guard by this and mistimed her step. She lost her balance and was consumed by the crowd of other reporters baying for Victoria’s attention. The captain of the team kept on towards the blue and yellow team bus assailed by more streams of questions.

“Diane, are you still with us?” Asked the anchor “Diane?”
“John, i’m still here” she said extracting herself from the crowd with her cameraman. “There you have it! Oxendine, 27, star of the NA Clouds. Confident, Determined and Intense”

Back in the chop shop the GBN feed ground onwards, Ivan gave a surprised look towards Pope.

“Wait a minute” He said “Thats the lady from the motel!”

Rebirth - Adventure

Jackson – Log 178/82/a3

So we are sat in the crummy motel room with a wasted guy, brains all over the floor, a panicked couple who are shitting the proverbial bricks, a tablet and some sort of disk.
The new guy, some cat in a suit, led the two civies away, tried to get them to calm down. The Doc and I start clearing up the mess and getting the body out of here while Esteban starts fiddling with the tech and securing the creds, it was ok, because Igor was watching him. Even Esteban on one of his best trips to cloud cuckoo land wouldn’t try anything with Igor around. P0P/e was on lookout.
Well back at base we load up this slate and it is the dead computer geek. He has some story about how he has fallen out with him employers Tyrell corporation and is trying to get out. I know how he felt, when ethics start to get in the way of your work it does often end up with people’s brains leaking out onto crummy motel room floors. I was luckier when I got out of my line of work, but it was not a bloodless affair.
Anyway I digress; so this geek has downloaded his brain onto this disk device. I’m thinking a bit like an eBrain or some sort of body dub without the body. Well he’s got himself an extraction plan, presumably a new body to download into somewhere or some nice server time on a mainframe somewhere. Trick is we need to transfer his mind state, which is Giga flops or Xetobytes or something, I can’t remember what Esteban said now, anyway it was BIG, and we had to do it in a really tight time frame or the Tyrell black IC would mess it up or something.
We needed some sort of superfast VR backbone connection to make the transfer. I suggested the Levy University. Low security, easy access, shouldn’t be anyone there to get in the way or get hurt (yeah right).
We head over, I scout the place out and find the correct building. The others come over when a van roars up and a squad of simulacrum jump out all toy soldier like. Guess the Tyrell Corp must have tracked us there; thought Esteban should have dealt with that sort of thing. Anyway, I grapple up to the roof, P0P/e smashes in a window and gets inside, the doc takes cover by the corner and Igor blindly moves forwards. We catch this guys in a crossfire and rip them to pieces. They must have been fresh out the vats because they had all the gear but no idea. No offence to P0P/e who knows how to handle himself, but you shouldn’t send a vat job to do a man’s work!
Their boss runs for is, but we easily catch him. He is after the body. Not sure he even knew about the disk. Why he didn’t just ask is anyone’s guess, but we have alarms and bullets and the fountain is smashed to pieces. The university will have a big repair bill. I’m quite pleased because Weyland is a big contributor, so chewing up their real estate is part of the fun for me.
We hand over the body for a big chunk of creds. We figure by the time they figure out the guy’s not dead (well his mind isn’t) it will be too late for them. We head on down into the depths of the building.
Bit of sneaking about and we locate the server room and the VR backbone. The hub is protected by some 2nd rate government droids. There is a Kelly’s Heroes moment when one can’t actually turn its gun around in the tight space. I manage to stealth in the Doc behind it who disables it with his toolkit. Then onto the server room. We’re quite professional, the team was almost working as a unit, reminds me of the old days.
Esteban makes the transfer and we get the job done before the IC rips them to shreds. A good day’s work.
A few days later and we are back in our pad. The computer geek sends us a message, so it must have worked. Plus we get the balance of the pay cheque. I’m not sure what Tyrell secrets we have just leaked or how pissed they are, but you can’t make an omelette and all that…

Rebirth - Prologue

The man known as Client1 burst into the into the cheap motel room room huffing, struggling to catch his breath. He had been on Esteban’s secure BBS but was so paranoid that he did not even change his screen name from the default. There were no details supplied, he just said to meet them at a given location and time. The details of the meeting came in at just under a gigabyte of raw encrypted text. The encryption was heavy and it took nearly a day to decipher, even with the private key and the fastest rig they could cobble together. It simply had the text “ZZZ-Chip Motel,R3,Th23:35”

Client1 burst into the run down motel room. He was short with a bit of a double chin and had glasses marks either side of his nose. He was wearing a simple white shirt and khakis. They were both drenched with sweat and the shirt pocket had the orphaned metal clasp from what used to be a name badge. Under one arm he had a smallish metal case. He approached the shoddy hotel table, tossed down a credit chip and sat, placing the case in front of him. Everyone in the room looked surprised. He focused on unpacking the metal case as he spoke.

“Sorry I’m late. There is the down payment, I’ll pay another 35000 once you complete the mission” Said Client1 nodding his head at the cred chip. “We should have just enough time”
“This is a rogue employee of the Tyrell corporation. T-Minus 20 seconds to cranial purge” Said a soft voice from just behind his ear
“Ahhh shit” He squealed, with a voice filled with terror ”I have to do this right here and now, ok”

By now, he had deployed the case into a halo like device, an array of filament electrodes were mounted around the rim. It was connected via a cable to a small disk drive with a faint grey circle. Client1 placed the device neatly on his head. The trodes moved slowly and simultaneously to find the right angle, giving it the appearance of a faintly glowing sea urchin. He winced as he waited for them to calibrate, he could not tell when they were going to stop moving. The rim of the halo turned blue suddenly and the filaments buried themselves into his brain. His eyes suddenly went bloodshot and opened wide as the process started. The blue bar around the halo then depleted counter-clockwise around the rim as the grey circle on the disk drive simultaneously expanded clockwise in blue. After about five seconds, the two circles had switched over and the trodes shot back out again. He exhaled sharply as a small disk is ejected from the drive. The others in the room were about to speak but he held up his hand to stop them.

“Theres no time to explain” He raised his trembling voice a little, removing the disk from the drive.
“This is a rogue employee of the Tyrell corporation. T-Minus 10 seconds to cranial purge” Amended the soft voice
“All the details are here” He said quickly thrusting a battered looking dataslide across the table.
“I know you’ve not accepted this mission”
“But I had to take a chance, this the only way”
“God I hope this works.”
“Oh Fuck, Oh FUCK!”
“ahhhaAAAAAAA” He shouted, bracing himself on the table.

A clean hole the size of a small coin appeared in the left of his forehead. A warm extrusion of grey and red suddenly issued from it like an undersea lava vent, accompanied by a high pitched dentists drill whine. His eyes had rolled back into his head and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. It took about three seconds for his skull to be evacuated. He then slumped on the table

“PURGE COMPLETE, Please return this corpse to the Tyrrel corporation. A negotiable finders fee will be arranged” Said the soft computer voice.

Victoria and Steven both simultaneously vomited over their dressing gowns. They had just finished late night takeaway when a mysterious man suddenly burst in leaving the door wide open. There was the sound of a latch and another door opening.

“I’m sure I heard something” Said a voice from out in the motel courtyard.

Steven looked at Victoria, both of them were still not able to speak. All they could do is stare in horror at the remnants Client1’s brain dripping out of the small hole.

“Look, I don’t think he or she or whoever turning up” Said another voice.
“Yeah, here, Room 3a” Said the first voice again. “The door is open wide open”


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