Band Of Chummers

Lion-O the Third's Journal - Episode 2: Best Served Cold
My Weekly Dosage of Venting

2072.01.10 9:52 PM

I don’t want to start this with another complaint. I’m trying to looking on the bright side here. I’ve got a job. I get paid. I’m on good terms with my boss and coworkers to an extent. It’s just that my salary can’t make ends meet. It rarely has. Another sign of how unstable things could get. So, here I am, about to vent out my frustrations on another audio log. I can only hope that the majority of these recordings are about happier times when I stop making them.

Today and yesterday were not the best that they could have been. I undertook another run with the three people I had met at the Stuffer Shack and some new guy named Vlad Tire. Hmph. Come to think of it, Vlad did sort of give off that same presence that Luke did but I’ll save speculation for later. Anyway, we were hired by a Mr. Jaron Falcone of The Horse Trot Ranch resort. A big shot from Knights Errant’s developmental department, Jonathan Belinkiy, was picked as someone else’s bargaining chip. Our job was to get him back before daybreak when the ransom would be sent back to headquarters.

We did a little detective work and tried looking around for anything that could clue us in as to who would want to strike against KES and Ares as a whole. It could have been Azetecnology. The company did seem to have a sore spot for anyone who was doing business in Denver after they’d been kicked out, which included nearly every organization worth mentioning. There was also an Aztec knife worth about 600 Nuyen stabbed into the front of the bed our missing person had slept in. We also found a decorative feather underneath a pillow. It belonged to a member from a Shadowrunning group called the Black Cats, Kira Blackfoot. The feather turned out to be pretty important seeing as if her fellow members realized she lost it, she would be killed.

So, we had two leads: the Azzies and Kira. Kira seemed like the better option but the problem was getting in contact with her. The possibility of her death was increasing by the minute. We managed to get the message out at the cost of pissing off a lot of bar patrons in the Sioux sector and having to swap outfits with Felix for a time. Our first conversation with her wasn’t friendly. She hung up. I find it understandable, given her situation. Having nowhere else to turn, we asked Stalker to take us where underground Azzie activities occur. After a few hours of searching the place, we decided to break into some kind of Aztlan stronghold. No Belinkiy. All we managed to do was scare and wound a few guys from a smuggling ring. Perhaps the most notable example of this was Vlad who used magic to force a beast to attack its master. He’ll be okay…….. physically speaking. Vlad decided to take the beast and try to train it to be his. There were a lot of things we could have stolen. For the first time in a while, I cannot say that I was not tempted. There was a collection of Blu-rays in this joint! Hundreds of discs that housed films, tv shows, and anime from long ago! Most of these were a half-century old! There was even a BLU-RAY PLAYER!!!

Sorry. I had to uh……. “bash my head against a table” for a bit. Where was I? Oh yeah, I didn’t steal them. While these blu-rays didn’t really possess an overall theme, it was still a collection in my eyes’ as someone had clearly put in a lot of effort to obtain all of this. The black market has little use for media distribution so archaic, let alone the general public. This screamed as something personal. It didn’t feel right to take even a single disc. I wonder if the others saw me stressing over this. Meh. I don’t care. When we got out of the sewers, Kira Blackfoot contacted us again. There were trades on top of trades but nothing would satisfy either party. Eehhh, it’s getting late. To shorten things up a bit, Zer0 figured out how to trace Belinky through a chip that his boss had installed in him. The signal led us to a DIY Storage and Lodging. While the whole place was pretty run down, there were both physical and astral barricades blocking off one room from view. It turned out to be where the Blackcats were hiding him. We thought up of a plan to flush them out. It went south fast. Mellora had to shoot some people. I’m not sure if they made it. There were also some spirits that were guarding Belinkiy’s body. While I’m not well versed in spirits, I know enough to be thankful for how swiftly Vlad’s new pet took care of them.

We grabbed Belinkiy and took him back to the ranch where a doctor could take a look at him. With the rest of our payment in our pockets, we parted ways. We didn’t stop at McHugh’s this time. We had been working through the night and sleep appeared to be everyone’s priority. This wasn’t a clean run by far. The Azzies, Blackcats and a couple of people from the Sioux sector are probably out for vengeance. As for my fellow Shadowrunners, the five of us seem to get along well and are willing to rely on each other if need be. I just wish they would chip in some Nuyen to fix the back of my van. Vlad’s pet did scruff things up a bit.

Episode 3: The Grab Recap

January 14th, 2072

Scene 1: The team agrees to meet Ms. Johnson at The Rattlesnake Grill. Before the meeting starts, a familiar face appears. Once Stooby takes his seat, Ms. Johnson offers the team an extraction run.

The team balks at the idea of working with Stooby in what figures to be a kidnapping mission. The team walks out on the deal.

Outside, the team runs into a Godz ambush squad. They reposition themselves and wait to see what happens. When Ms. Johnson and Stooby exit the restaurant, they are assaulted with a hail of gunfire. The team opens up fire on the hit squad, forcing them to retreat.

After the dust settles, four Godz members are down as well as Ms. Johnson. Olo casts Knockout on Stooby and the team leaves him.

Before passing out, Ms. Johnson asks to be taken to Zhang Wong.. The team loads Ms. Johnson, the unconscious Godz leader, and his motorcycle into their van and drives off before Puebsec arrives.

Scene 2: Border Crossing. Mellora, Jake and the two “sleepers” cross the checkpoint without issue. Felix fails to convince the border guard to let him through. After an hour of questioning and electronic scanning, Lion-O and Felix are allowed to pass.

Scene 3: Mystic Curiosities. Zhang Wong tends to Lady Jade while the team waits for her to wake up. In the meantime, they interrogate Billy Kidd. He tells him the Godz are upset over business dealings with Lady Jade and want to make an example out of her. The team sets Billy free.

After Lady Jade wakes up and is calmed down a bit, she offers the team the extraction mission again, this time without Stooby. The team reluctantly agrees after fishing out more details on the run. The target is 11-year-old Catherine Westmore

Scene 4: Holm Elementary. After some legwork, the team learns of the location of Catherine Westmore’s school. After some fine scouting and sneaking around, Zer0 hacks into the school computers to find Catherine’s home address.

Scene 5: The Westmore Condo. In the middle of the night, the team tracks down Catherine’s location. They find her guarded by only one man, Jack McPherson.

Zer0 sets off the silent alarm while trying to hack and the team rushes into grab Catherine. They find her and Jack holed up in the reinforced safe room of Donna’s bedroom. Zer0 hacks the lock and Mellora takes lead. Mellora tosses a flash-bang grenade into the tiny closet, but Frost’s flare compensation protects him. Frost then blasts Mellora with a burst from his SMG.

Olo overpowers Frost with a magic spell and Lion-O grabs Catherine. The team makes it for their vehicles while Lion-O’s Doberman drone draws the attention of the authorities that have arrived on scene. Felix takes a swipe at Catherine but misses.

Scene 6: The getaway. Jack Frost McPherson and his team, The Trinity track down Catherine in their Ares helicopter. Their rescue attempt fails when Zer0 successfully hacks into their helicopter, forcing them to crash.

Scene 7: Delivery. The team delivers a frightened Catherine Westmore to a second runner team at an abandoned safehouse somewhere in the Aurora Warrens. They are paid and asked to leave.

January 17th, 2072

(Correction: Knight Errant is the police force involved, not Lone Star)

Nuyen Gain: 5,000¥
Karma Gain: 6 points
Notoriety gain: 1 point for kidnapping spectacle
Faction changes: none
Contacts gained: Junko Tetsuya (Connection 3/Loyalty 2), Zhang Wong (Connection 1, Loyalty 2)
Items gain: ?
Items lost: GM-Nissan Doberman

Mellora's Journal - Episode 2: Best Served Cold
In the Kill Zone

Crouching low, I moved quickly and silently across the field. The darkness hid me, but the chameleon suit certainly helped. Halfway between the old motel and the oak tree, I stopped and knelt on the soft, cold ground. I pulled out my anenometer and measured the wind speed and direction. Satisfied with the reading, I resumed my run, my compensation plan running through my mind.

The tree was perfect. I shouldered my rifle and took a leap to the lowest branch, and easily pulled myself up. I kept climbing, glancing back often to the third-story windows. How far up to go? Too far, and the branch would sway and compromise my accuracy. Too low and my line of sight would not be ideal. I chose a compromise: just tall enough to secure the high ground, but still decently sturdy. I’d have to compensate for the tree, too, I told myself. I was accustomed to perching on buildings, so a tree is something of a challenge.

I set up. The bipod fit well on the branch, and I took a minute to get comfortable. Relaxation and control were everything. Satisfied with my position, I set up the scope and zoomed in. From here I could see the boarded up windows, and as a bonus I had a clear view of the rickety fire escape. Two of three possible escape routes covered.

“In position,” I radioed the others. “Eyes in the sky.”

There was peace in this, the relaxed tension of waiting. My world narrowed to the scene in my scope; even the dim chatter on the comm only barely penetrated my consciousness. The night air was crisp, and the breeze ruffled the leaves around me.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Mind like water.

Yes, this was peace. Living in the moment, mind blank but receptive; the absolute focus drowning out the jumble of thoughts, the nightmares, the confusion. Just breathe. Breathe and watch.

Movement. The boards over the windows are pushed out.

Muscle memory: the crosshairs of the rifle followed the best target.

“Subjects visible. I see two… three. Belinkiy — target confirmed.”

One woman rappelled to the ground. My crosshairs followed her. Not yet…

“I’ll take my shot when I can separate the target from the hostiles.”

I wait, and honestly? I was shocked that their escape plan took them directly into my kill zone. Exposed for hundreds of meters in three directions? What were they thinking?

What were they going to make me do?

But that was only part of my brain, a tiny voice in the back of my mind. The rest of me fell so easily into my training. My experience. My specialty.

I’ve become a mess in so many other ways, but this… THIS I can do.

I was trained to wait for vulnerability. Trained to take advantage of every opportunity. Snipers are not trained for mercy.

The only conscious thought I indulged myself in was a quick decision: kill shot or wound? They were wearing decent armor, so I decided to not pull the punch. Body shot. Expediency.

The target was now slowly floating. I’d been expecting some ropes, but where there was a supernatural event, there was probably a magic user. I guessed it must be the subject in the window, gazing down, watching the target float.

She moved into my crosshairs (in reailty my crosshairs moved to her, but the motion was subconscious, programmed, and without conscious effort.) And when she was still concentrating on the target, but the target was close enough to the ground to survive a fall, I fired.

The rifle is part of me, the sight an extension of my eyes. Inhale. Squeeze the trigger gently. Exhale. Assess.

She dropped, Belinkiy fell, and my crosshairs found the other woman.

The scent of gunpowder wafted on the winter breeze. The rifle was warm in my hands.

I winced. She didn’t run. Crouching, but still ridiculously exposed, she stayed with her captive.

Inhale. Squeeze. Shoot. Exhale.

She went down.

Now I pulled back focus, went from zoom to wide angle, looking for additional targets. Covering my friends as they moved in. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end when I saw the spirits, but I knew that I wouldn’t be much help against them. I just kept looking for more corporeal subjects.

I found one — moving around the window, a third woman. She dragged her companion out of range. Good on her, I thought. But then the fool stuck her head out the window.

Inhale. Squeeze. Shot. Exhale.

I didn’t see her again.

I remained in position, ready to fire at whomever might rear their stupid head. No one else tried it. When the van swept up our target and the rest of the gang, I swiftly packed up and climbed down the tree.

When it was over, and we were driving back to the ranch, I couldn’t help but stare out the window and think of the two women I’d dropped. I was fairly sure the third one had only taken a glancing blow, but the other two…

I had intended to at least check up on the one on the ground, but with the spirit nearby, no one wanted to hang around.

I didn’t want to kill them. I didn’t like to think that I had. It wasn’t that I couldn’t come up with a lot of excuses to appease my conscience. Yeah, they had probably done a lot of bad things in their careers. Yeah, they may well have killed for money. A few years ago, I would have been smug about it, and so very sure of myself. They were doing bad things, and when you do bad things, getting killed was a possible side effect.

The world made a lot less sense now, so it was hard to get them out of my thoughts, even after we got paid.

I scoured the news, but couldn’t find anything. I’ll have to check with some contacts, just to be sure. If nothing else, I’d like to know if the Black Cats could be expected to extract some pretty serious revenge.

The Talkative Nobody's Log - Episode 2: Best Served Cold
Such messy work

What has this world come to when you can’t negotiate a simple trade. Every man has their price and I refuse to believe that price must sometimes be death.

To much deception, infiltration, and shameful elinination can make a man sick. Very sick.

People were hurt but no one was killed. I think. I will not rest easy tonight.

The mission: not very important. You just need to know it was dangerous. And a lot of people COULD have been killed. What will this do to my already unstable mental health. What do you care? Shut up! You’re not my dad!

The Friendly Human's Log - Episode 1: Parliament of Thieves

Four days after the new year I get a call for some work. Not that I’ve been sitting around for the past 3 days, but it’s nice to get a pay check. I’d better dress proper for the occasion. By his vage description I was given, my outfit will either confuse him or amuse him.

I arrived extra early. We must be punctual for these things. I chatted up the charming locals for about an hour. I knew they weren’t who I was after, but it never hurts to be on the good side of people.

When some familiar faces began to go into what I assume to be the interview room, I hesitated. I’m very shy. In the end the work was all that mattered and if I wanted my outfit to work, I needed to be fashionably late anyway.

I walked in, chatted up the boss, and even got paid in advance… mostly, oh alright half, but still, I knew this rediculous get up would work. Just got to deliver a gift to his businedd partner accross a few counties.

While we, that is to say me and the others (which is the definition of ‘we’), made it accross the first county without a hitch. Even met a strapping fellow along the way. I’m sure he’ll keep the existence of our package to himself no doubt. Yes the more people we include the better. What a GOOD idea.

Oh no… we were stopped. Who could have seen this coming? Some more fellows count them, one, two, thre— eight. There are now eight people in the way of my final paycheck.
And we cannot have that, can we?

Another battle of wits. It worked SO well the last time. But it’s sort of my talent, you see. I see… this is a personal log, I’m talking to myself. But I already knew that So this part of the log should be erased.

Where was I? Oh yes. I’m sure what happened next is very exciting to the average reader. A bunch of shouting, a carchase, some smuggling, and a run in with the mafia, but who cares about that. This is my log. All that matters: Did I get my tea?

Well I survived, didn’t I? As long as I live, I will always have my tea.

…Oh yea and I may see the ones I worked with again, then again, I may not.

—End personal log: Ed Settera

The Posh Mage's Log - Episode 0: Food Fight!
Interrupting tea time

Stuffer Shack has run out of Minx Pure Tottenham Jasmine tea again. Surely this is the worst possible thing to happen to me today.

The place was uncharacteristically crowded for a convenience shoppe so late at night.

The venue was already full of people and in crop 3 more trying to grab the attention of the clerks. Very rude. They were angry enough to vandelize the wall as well.

I attempted to reason with the gentlemen. I would aid them however I could and send them on their way. Such respectable people are surely of the intelligent variety.

They were looking for something. I tried to explain that it wasn’t there. Such fine gents. Reason was the obvious answer.

I suppose I can’t successfully offer peace when the trumpets play war across the isle.
Things may have gotten messy, but no one was killed and I had my tea in the end.

—End Personal Log: Walter Melon

Lion-O the Third's Journal - Episode 1: Parliament of Thieves
A Simple Job

2072.01.04 10:46 PM

Looking back at my last rant, I think I should try to keep this as short as possible. So. Today was a good day. I got in contact with my fixer, did a simple delivery job, and came back with 4,000 Nuyen. I don’t know what was in the package. Our naivete about Denver was deemed as an asset in Raven’s, our employer’s, eyes. Although, I could take a guess at it if I wanted to. It was at least something valuable enough that two gangs were willing to bribe us first before trying to take it by force. The most suspicious thing about this was that three of my compatriots for this run were there at the Stuffer Shack on New Year’s Day. There was no discussion about this development but we got along with each other for the most part.

Mellora was stern but nice. She was well-equipped for the job and I must admit that van of hers is something to be admired. We talked about vehicles and the possibility of installing a Rigger interface into hers. There was a part of me that keeps saying I’ve seen her before. I did perform a face-scan on her earlier in the week but I got nothing. I did get a few vacation photos from Zer0 though. He was our Decker for this mission. We didn’t talk much but he’s valuable to the team seeing as he and Mellora were the two reasons as to why we shook off those gang members chasing us. Then, we have Felix a.k.a. He-who-points-guns-at-babies. I do feel sorry for the guy. For some reason, he just doesn’t get along with kids. He’s probably facing some hard times too. McHugh’s is a luxury to him. At least, he was happy when I bought him his meal. Luke was the odd one out of the group. He didn’t even look like he was out of high school! He wore these baggy shorts and spouted all of this streettalk right in front of our employer’s face. I was going to stop him but it turned out that Raven kind of liked it and compiled to give each of us a thousand Nuyen bonus from the original payment. I was stunned. Another strange thing about Luke is that he changed clothes before we entered Omar Chavez’s house. That itself is rather common. Deception and disguises are used throughout this business. It was the transformation that irked me. I got the same vibe I got from Mellora when I saw him in a more formal outfit. It’s just something familiar that I should recognize. He’s like Tuxedo Mask, I swear.

We met Stalker- a retired Street Samurai, Peaches- loved hearing her stories, and Omar Chavez- a decrepit, old man who likes shooting at Elven boys…………….. It didn’t hit him but he was still scared to death. My weapons were in the waiting room. If I did anything, I wouldn’t be alive to talk about it. I still hate it though……….. At least, my teammates were nice. We all have our secrets to keep but they seem like kind people deep down inside, even Mr. Child Hater. I just wish we met on better terms. The police still haven’t questioned me about that incident. I’ve got to find a more legitimate line of work soon.

Episode 2: Best Served Cold Recap

Scene 1: The team receives a call from Tabitha Morgan asking them to meet Jaron Falcone at The Horse Trot Ranch. At the ranch, the team first meets Falcone’s assistant, Hafiz before speaking with Falcone. Falcone asks the team to retrieve Jonathan Belinkiy who was kidnapped earlier in the day. Falcone agrees to pay 2000 nuyen up front and 3500 more when Belinkiy is returned safely.

Scene 2: At the scene of the crime, the team discovers the following clues:

  • An Aztec obsidian knife worth 600 nuyen
  • Eight clove cigarette butts left in the bathroom sink
  • Belenkiy’s commlink (Transys Avalon)
  • Small pill-box of strong sleeping aids in the toiletry kit
  • Engraved pocket watch with an inscription that reveals the watch was a gift from the VP of Ares R&D Division for outstanding achievement
  • Crow’s feather wrapped in leather under the pillow

At 8:30 am, the security systems at the Horse Trot Ranch were hacked into. Falcone is relieved to report that the hacker failed to erase the surveillance footage. Surveillance footage shows that at 4:30 am, three human or elven Amerindian females entered the compound wearing light body armor and tribal masks.

Belinkiy’s absence was not noted until Falcone received the ransom demand at 9 am.

Scene 3: The Hardpan. After learning about Blackfoot, the team heads to the Hardpan looking for her. In a hostile environment, Olo casts a masking spell on Felix. Felix then sneaks into the backroom while Mellora and Zer stage a fight as a distraction. Felix finds nothing of interest before getting caught. Felix slips out the backdoor safely. The sissy slap fight ends with Zer0 shamefully leaving the premises. Mellora manages to convince Kira Blackfoot to contact her with the help of Rachel Sands. Mellora also seems to have made a friend in Neptune who is a regular at the Hardpan.

Scene 4: The team receives two calls; one from Stalker and one from Kira Blackfoot. Stalker agrees to help the team find the Azzies in the sewers but warns them about the dangers. Kira is threatened with the mentioning of the feather and is offered a chance to make a trade. Kira just disconnects the call.

Scene 5: Stalker helps the team find the Azzies in the sewers. He charges them 400 nuyen a piece. Zer0 hacks into the security system without getting caught. Olo mind controls Buster the Barghest. The team takes down four members of Los Espejos, but they do alert the rest. After a brief interrogation of Gabriel, the cell leader, the team learns that they have been tricked and Belinkiy is nowhere to be found.

Zer0 strips the main computer of its files. Inside the files, he finds mostly Aztlan propaganda. The only worthwhile information are timetables and profiles of “packages” to be delivered. Each profile is an athletic competitor from Aztlan. A matrix search of the profile names and faces confirm that the athletes are legitimate. There are also instructions on how to handle their two barghest animals, Buster and Princess.

Loot that is free for the taking:
2 Medits Rating 6
2 Armor Jackets in the weapons locker
4 Colt M23 Assault Rifles
2 Ares Predator V pistols
Printer (worth 100 nuyen)
8 Meta Link Commlinks (worth 100 nuyen)
4 Sets of low-light goggles
Disguise Kit (worth 500 nuyen)
Food, warm-weather clothes, doggy treats, ancient blu-ray discs, vitamin supplements, etc…

Scene 6: Outside of the sewers, the team gets a call from Kira Blackfoot. She promises to return Belinkiy unharmed, but after the scheduled deadline for the ransom. The team discusses a potential backup plan utilizing Olo’s magic in case they do not recover Belinkiy in time.

The team starts hitting up all their contacts, trying to fish out information that can be helpful. With some new leads, Zer0 manages to hack into Belinkiy’s commlink. He is able to find the frequency of Belinkiy’s RFID tag that Ares places in all their top executives. With this knowledge, the team quickly locates Belinkiy.

Scene 7: The team tracks down Belinkiy’s signal and find him located inside a cheap motel in a rundown part of the Sioux Sector.

After some thorough scouting by Lion-O and Olo, the team correctly deduces the location of Belinkiy and the Black Cat’s tactics. The team covers all the exits and initiatiates their plan. Zer0 hacks into a van and motorcycle to block the parking garage exit.

Somehow the Black Cats who were guarding Belinkiy are alerted and enact their escape plan. They try to escape out of the window of the third story of the motel. After Belinkiy is lowered close to the ground floor, Mellora opens fire from a sniper position and downs two of the Black Cats.

Pinned down, the rest of the Black Cats hole up in the room while they send out two Spirits of Man to deal with the attack. Spells are slung back and forth between the Spirits and the team, resulting in one of the Spirits dissipating and Felix fleeing for his life.

Zer0 gets the van and with the help of Lion-O, load Belinkiy into the back of the van. They two pick up everyone else and depart the area as quickly as possible.

Belinkiy is returned to the Horse Trot Ranch ahead of time and the team is awarded the rest of their pay.

Nuyen gain: 4,500¥
Karma gain: 8 pts
Notoriety gain: zero
Faction changes: -1 with the Azzies
Contacts gained: Jarone Falcone (Connection 3/Loyalty 1), Tabby Morgan (Connection 4/Loyalty 1)
Items gained: Belinkiy’s commlink, Ares Predator V pistol from the sewers, obsidian knife, some vitamin supplements

Episode 1: Parliament of Thieves Recap

This is just my quick notes on who did what and the outcomes. If I forget anything important, please note it in the comments!

Scene 1: Club Denim. The team arrives early. Olo is very social and makes friends with Teo. Felix is anti-social. The team meets “Raven” whom they later learn is Mark Longfeather, a Koshari Chief.

Raven gives them a simple delivery mission. The team exits through the backdoor to avoid the suspected undercover cops in the dining area.

Scene 2: PCC:CAS tunnels. The team meets Stalker who guides them through a series of underground tunnels connecting the PCC Sector and CAS Sector.

Scene 3: Traffic Accident in the CAS Sector. While stuck in traffic, the team is approached by two separate groups led by An Peng and Johnny Ono. An Peng and Johnny offer them nuyen in exchange for the package but the Olo confuses them and the team speeds away through the congested traffic.

With Johnny in hot pursuit, Zer0 hacks into Johnny’s car and instructs it to pull aside, allowing Mellora to lose their tail.

Zer0’s bike is a little scratched up, but he didn’t hit any pedestrians! The other vehicles are unblemished.

Scene 4: CAS:UCAS tunnels. After regrouping, Lion-O and Olo meet Peaches. She guides them through the tunnels, showing them the Five by Five bar on their way to the UCAS Sector. The rest of the team crosses the border checkpoint without trouble.

Scene 5: Chavez Mansion. The team arrives at their delivery point which is the house of Omar Chavez. Michael, one of the house guards, guides the team to the shooting range where the team hands over the package intact. Omar thanks them and Michael sees them out after paying them.

Scene 6: Pow wow at McHugh’s. The team agrees to relax at a local McHugh’s and get to know each other a little better.

Nuyen gain: 4,000
Karma gain: 6pts
Notoriety gain: zero
Faction changes: +1 with the Koshari, +1 with the Chavez Family
Contacts gained: Mark Longfeather (Connection 7/Loyalty 1), Stalker (Connection 3/Loyalty 1), Peaches (Connection 3/Loyalty 1)

Zer0’s Journal – Episode 0: Food Fight!

I was hanging out at the Stuffer Shack, minding my own business when some scum walked in and started threatening people over some baby. Regular people, just doing their thing in the middle of the night, just trying to get by. Did I act a little too rashly? Some might think so…but believe me, I am not losing any sleep over shooting that douchebag in the leg…he’ll live, or not…doesn’t matter. Screw over the little guy, go to hell, I say. Frustrated I couldn’t get any good info on these guys…but I’ll keep looking. Met some interesting people that night, let’s see if we meet again in the near future…I wouldn’t be surprised.


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