|From:||Aaron John unipanther@*****.com|
|Date:||Tue, 13 Apr 1999 13:15:30 -0700 (PDT)|
Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 19:58:59 -0500
From: JAD wraith@************.com
Subject: Life is but a Dream...
Okay...this is from a couple of months ago when I was in a weird
mood. For those few of you, its about the time I wrote "Just a
Dream?" (A story of my IRC chararcter Elphin and the aftermath of
"The Bug Hunt")
Sorry it doesn't fit the challange, but that's the way life is :)
"Life is but a Dream..."
Sure, I'm the baddest razorgirl in the Seattle Sprawl has ever seen.
I'm wired to the edge, quicker then a joygirl saying yes to 50
nuyen, and meaner then the macroplast used to build the Fuchi
Towers. Everyone on the streets knows it, and so do the corps,
which is why I get the best contracts the J's have. My life outside
shadowrunning is perfect too. A perfect life and a perfect cover.
The next run is a piece of cake, extract a high level corprate and
take him to another corp. Standard fair. The run starts off easily
enough, infiltrating the corp grounds, and getting to the exec is a
joke. Its when we leave that all hell breaks loose. My pulse races
as we exchange gunfire with the guards, and fight off barghests.
The adrenaline flows through me as I race for the helicopter,
concrete chips from gunfire fly through the air around me, sending
spikes of pain/pleasure as they rake across my skin. Triumph
reigns supreme in my mind as I grab the edge of the helicopter's
doorframe and pull myself in, watching the corp compound recede
The rail thing girl removes the chip from her chipjack as she lies in