Player: /u/ghett0blasterX
Character: [Jackal](
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2S_hqq60NDZM0RhbF
hFbkp0cVU/view?usp=sharing)
GM: /u/Ympulse101
Run:[Bunraku](
http://www.reddit.com/r/RunnerHub/comments/2sf0iv/j
ob_bunraku_2015115_1730_pst_2015116_0130_utc/)
BODY:
Entry 1494 - On Acquisitions
Well Disney Land sucked a fat one. After accepting
the offer that appeared on my comm the other day I
showed up to the airport and went to a private
terminal just behind an elf cardinal (???), a
technomancer and a deaf lady with some mean-looking
ink. The timeshare seminar on our flight down to LA
was honestly sweet relief compared to what the elf
(henceforth Robes) had to say. He might have
stopped talking between the time we boarded and the
time we got off the plane, but I must have missed
it.
Our itinerary included a cab ride to a kiddie park
next door to the main attraction, at the end of
which it became readily apparent that we were not
getting into the Magic Kingdom without ponying up
some nuyen. Johnson's local rep, Some Lady Sweating
Profusely, plays it coy and drops us the basics of
the job, then misplaces a burner link for us to
find - thirty gs in an escrow account off the bat,
more upon completion. The target: Richard Johnson. 30 to geek him, 50 to
grab him alive and deliver him. The problem? He's
the CEO of a local AA - PPIA Components, makers of
fine electronic miscellanea. Corp security,
bodyguards, guy's a tall order. Got a head like a
toaster too. Who sends four unremarkable runners
after an exec of this caliber, and where do they
get off paying us chump change?
We follow the sweating woman into the kiddie park
(scratch 500¥ each), don't even get to ride
anything, and catch her as she's leaving. This
woman's in hysterics, her husband owed money to
some nebulous syndicate so they geeked him and made
her deliver our job, and by the time Robes got that
much out of her she'd lost her marbles and park
security wanted a word with us.
Booked it out of there, got a hotel room, and our
technomancer found the goods. PPIA's got a contract
with Mitsuhama that gives MCT 49% ownership in the
event of a leadership conflict (like for instance
the CEO getting exploded), so it's a pretty good
bet we're working for the Yaks. A little more
digging revealed that our man was a hell of a
jogger, tabloids had his face plastered everywhere,
sticking out of a track suit running around Bel Air
in the dead of night. Easy enough: we disguise
ourselves (I went with obese child in a pastel
orange track suit), watch the parks for our exec to
learn his movements and protection, then snatch him
up and deliver.
Our delivery destination is 20 miles out, we needed
a ride. Rental would get us tracked to hell and
back so we went to the back of Compton and I picked
a real cherry off a used lot. Call it a handyman's
special, but one of these days when I sit down and
learn to fix cars Lady Olivia's getting the royal
treatment, and then I'm figuring out how to drive
stick. It works for our purposes so we
(temporarily) removed the 12-foot spoiler and got
ready for the grab by ensuring we'd have control
over the traffic light covering our egress.
Robes pulls a tranq gun out of nowhere, and the
next morning we wait at the park in our invisible
(courtesy the elf) Hyundai. Like clockwork our exec
comes running along, the deaf lady doses him with
Narc, pitches him in the car and we're on the move
(as soon as I found where the clutch bites - if I'm
honest I think I smelled brimstone for a second
there). We make our escape without a hitch, our
mancer and Robes' head jammer working overtime to
keep Johnson's tracking devices quiet, and pull up
to a fish cannery by the bay to deliver.
I see the deaf lady carry our man inside, Robes
follows, and after a few minutes of nothing doing a
pair of drones that had been shadowing us went in
and unloaded everything they had on something -
presumably Dick as my companions made it out alive.
When they got in the car Robes had a real sour look
on his face. I know he didn't want to turn our man
over to the Yaks and neither did I, but I accepted
sooner rather than later that if it came down to
the exec's life or mine it was going to be the
exec's, and the small army of security presumably
out to get him back didn't give us much wiggle room
in the timeline. I'm not proud of what I did, just
paid for it.
Run Time: <2015.1.15 @ 1730 PST> / <2015.1.16 @ 0130 UTC>
Mission Rewards: 3 Karma, 20000 ¥
Mission Expenses:
Medkit (rating 4): 1000¥
Combat Knife: 300¥
Park Ticket: 500¥
Lady Olivia (used Hyundai Shin-Hyung): 3000¥ + 135¥
for gas
Pastel Orange Children's XXXXXL Track Suit: 150¥
Replacement Meta Link and Data Tap: 400¥
Set of Trodes: 70¥
Return Trip: 500¥
Total: 6055¥
Notes:
I had a great time on this run, and really got to
explore my play style and character - I still
haven't fired a shot, maybe I'll even get to keep
it that way a while longer. Our team had good
chemistry and complementary skills (at least to my
mind), and pulled the job off without a
hitch...pretty much... Ympulse was knowledgeable
and fun to work with as always, and gave us a vivid
world to work in. I'd happily run again with
everyone involved.