| From: | Brad Shantz <bshantz@****.COM> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Jasmine's Run -- The Meet |
| Date: | Tue, 25 Oct 1994 12:59:51 PDT |
>>>>>[+++++ Begin Matrix Download: Inferno Meet
+++++ The lights glow red as usual. Hell at Dante's Inferno never
+++++ changes. It's always clean, almost too clean. Jasmine sits at a
+++++ table in a booth there. A bearded dwarf sits by her side. There
+++++ is a crescent wrench sticking out of his flannel shirt pocket.
+++++ Obviously some kind of fixer or mechanic.
+++++ Jasmine steps to the door of the room to meet the incoming group of
+++++ people. Basilisk, Aardvark, Dancing Dragon (DD from this point on for
+++++ speed), and Tiny (an Ork who looks huge compared to the short delicate
+++++ frame of Jasmine. The dwarf stands and allows everyone else to sit at
+++++ the table. Jasmine assures everyone it's alright. Boy, if I were there
+++++ in the flesh, I'd really question not having at least one person
+++++ standing, but this is Dante's. It's secure.
+++++ Jasmine introduces the dwarf as Edmond Rothchild a mechanic/fixer friend
+++++ of hers from the north end of the Sprawl. He promptly begins to give a
+++++ full rundown of recent events.
(Rothchild) "Orks are dying. Now, I don't claim to be a real Ork lover, no
offense to you Mr. Tiny, but I don't like seein' noone die the way these
people did."
(Jasmine) "How did they die?"
(Rothchild) "About a year ago, a group of roughly thrity orks moved up to the
old bunkers at Fort Casey on Whidbey Island. I think you fellows already know
this story. Anyway, someone, probably a policlulb, decides to Gas the place.
This is where I got involved. I was working on a car for a Renraku mid-level
manager. I opened the hood of his Mitsubishi Nughtsky, beautiful vehicle,
when I got a whiff of some sort of "pesticide". Now, I've used my share of
'cides. My wife grows cucumbers and every year we gotta spray for cabbage
worms, damn'd things just eat right through the buds. Anyway, this stuff was
potent. My eyes started to sting, and I even felt a little giddy."
(Basilisk) "Herr Rothchild, Did you get a sample?"
(Rothchild) "Couldn't, it dissipated too quick. Now, I can't be sure, but I
think it's because my garage is extremely well ventilated. I've got fans all
over the place because of the painting work I do. I'd be willing to bet that
there's still a residue in the old tunnels up at Fort Casey."
(Jasmine) "I take it the first thing we need to do is get a sample from the
tunnels at Fort Casey."
(Rothchild) "Now, my lady friend, you are jumping the gun. There's mroe to
this than just the gas. Remember where I got my whiff?"
(Aardvark) "Renraku! That car was a Renraku fleet car."
(Tiny) "Well, that makes things sticky. Anyone have any contacts at 'Raku?"
(Jasmine) "Live ones? Not any more."
+++++ The romm gets silent for a moment as people try to figure out Jasmine's
+++++ statement.
(Tiny) "I want to know where the policlub tie is?"
(Jasmine) "The club calling themselves, "Earth's True Children" has done
things similar to this before. I remember a few years back, they gassed a
Troll community. Above and beyond that, they have reportedly taken credit for
running the orks out of Fort Casey.
(Aardvark) "Whoa, Jas, that doesn't mean that they gassed 'em. This smells
like a setup to me."
(Rothchild) "Excuse me, people. I haven't finished yet. My contact at
Renraku, the fellow who had the car, claims that this is another attempt by
ETC to frame Renraku for discriminatory specieist attacks."
+++++ The door's opening. "Jasmine, I thought you told me you'd gotten a
+++++ private room. The door's opening." Jasmine reaches her hand to her ear.
(Jasmine) "Looks like we have company folks!"
+++++ Jasmine jumps up on the tabnle and pulls a small pistol from her pocket.
+++++ Well, heh, heh, my wife actually smuggled a pistol past security. She
+++++ never ceases to amaze me.
((Rothchild) "Stop, he's with me."
+++++ A tall dark haired stranger steps into the room. He takes off his
+++++ longcoat and drapes it over a chair.
(Check) "My name is Check. I'm a manager in the R&D department at Renraku.
My associates and I have reason to believe that the corporation is being set
up by Earth's True Children to take the blame for a number of occurences that
you are all aware of. Since Renraku cannot afford to bring the spotlight onto
itself at this time, we need to hire a group of Shadowrunners, as illegal as
that may be, to look into this situation. Edmond has informed me of your
price, and I find it reasonable. Renraku is willing to pay 250,000 nuyen a
person with all equipment expenses covered. You will receive 100,000 at the
end of this meeting. This is included in the final total. You will also be
receiving another 100K for expoenses like gas masks, transportation, and
whatever else you might deem necessary. Edmond, I trust that you will deal
with this transaction accordingly. I have given Edmond full authority to give
whatever information you need. Since I was not originally supposed to be
here. I need to leave. If anyone ever asks you, I was never here."
+++++ Then he left. Sheesh, that was wierd.
(Jasmine) "Wait, what if we have questions. We don't know him!"
+++++ Oh boy, she's pissed.
(Rothchild) "If you have questions, you can address them to me and I'll do my
best to answer them. If it is absolutely necessary, I can set up another
meet with Check. What about the offer? Are you interested?"
(Jasmine) "Since I know the Ork who originally found the bodies at Fort Casey
and followed them to the penninsula to Port Townsend, I feel it is my duty to
be involved. I'm in. The money's good too."
(Basilisk) "Herr Rothchild, I also am in."
+++++ Everyone else agrees. Rothchild brings an ebony credstick out of his
+++++ jacket and does some dealing with Basilisk who has his deck with him.
+++++ Jasmine and I set up a private account for this run, so we can divvy
+++++ up money as we go.
+++++ Rothchild leaves.
+++++End Download]<<<<<
-- Shields <13:00:01/10-25-55>
