Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-25356210-20160321152037/@comment-26084195-20160324035617

The person looks up. It's Saura.

"Jaeger told me that you told Shlachten that you're interested in becoming a Shadowrunner. Well there are some things you need to know. Look, regardless of what you’ve heard, shadowrunners aren’t just people who shoot other people right in the face for money. Nobody chooses this life, it chooses them, and anybody who tells you otherwise has been watching too many old sims. It’s not an easy life. Right now, I can tell you three ways I can get out of this restaurant, and I already know how I’m going to kill you if I need to. Hell, most of us don’t even choose our own street names. I was originally a specialist in breaking and entering, but I’ve also picked up some close combat, firearm skills, Matrix security, and counter-terrorism driving. I’ve got more than my share of implants. I’ve had a role on each team I’ve worked with, and my skills complement theirs. Since then, I’ve trained my abilities. Physical training, combat drills, studying. Yeah, researching. Sometimes, it’s more important to know which gang is in control of what city block, or whose stock is selling hard, or even which school won the last Horizon Bowl than it is to know how to assault a strongpoint. I need to keep both my body and my mind sharp. Speaking of staying sharp, close your eyes a moment."

Suddenly, a gun popped out of Saura's arm. She stood and shot a man in a corner booth straight through the head. The rest of the patrons screamed and ran out.

"Dumb f***er. This is Saura. Primary objective accomplished. Clear the street for extraction, the clock is running. Now, where were we? What, you think I’d come to a posh place like this for just to show you the ropes? Now, before I go, I want to make sure you know that shadowrunning isn’t all glamour, sex, and wealth. Sure, sometimes people will manage to get that for themselves. Sometimes, we don’t choose the jobs, the jobs choose us. Sometimes, we get to stick it to The Man. Sometimes, we rob from the rich and give to the poor. Sometimes, we’re the only thing standing between some innocent family and a corporate cleanup squad, a raving blood mage, or a hive of insect spirits. Sometimes, we’re heroes. Sometimes, we shoot other people right in the face for money. So you had better be sure that you're cut out for this work, because it will suck you in and it won't let go."

She sets a card on the table and walks out. You know that Lone Star police will be here soon, so you should probably get going too. The card has a number on it, but it doesn't say who it's for.