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It took all my willpower not to roar with laughter. Ive dealt with Shapechangers for decades, but never driven with one. It was honestly the most hilarious thing I had seen since that horrendous day when my wife died. Here I was, in a hot ride, with a Wolf Shapechanger who was hard as ferrocrete, sticking his head out the window, tongue hanging out the side, happier than a puppy with a new chew toy and a tummy rub. In Wolf form, it wouldnt have attracted any attention, but he was Furless at the moment, so we got the occasional look. He did growl at a few of the gangers, however, and no one shot at us. They didnt want to deal with the crazy passenger, I guess.
Over an hour passed getting to the orphanage. I was checking for tails, paranoia gripping me as I was on duty in the Shadows now, and had to take a detour when a bridge was declared Off L
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Ive got a debt to repay, I aint going to cry Ill put a gun in your face, youll pay with your life I sang as I moved down the dirty streets of the Redmond Barrens, dancing along. My Commlink was sending the song directly to my ears, all the while not blocking out the remainder of the situation on the street. The Classical music soothed me as I moved, sliding around like I was on greased soles.
And the words of the song were as true today as they were back then. I smiled and cued the link to mute the music, and approached the person I had been hunting for the two weeks since the big fight went down. It was a minor footnote of an event, barely noticeable to the city. The Street had already forgotten it, as the next round of gang warfare had started up. The Bloody Razors were picking a fight with a lightly-gua
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While my C-N Jackrabbit was a sweet ride, its back seat leaves a lot to be desired. It had limited legroom, seatbelts that were next to useless, and a short seat that an Elfs skinny Hoop would slide off of. I would have fallen into the foot well while my attention was focused in the Matrix if I hadnt been stopped by the bucket seats in the front.
Will you quit chasing cars! Jet bellowed at Felix, who was yipping in pleasure at driving, I know were not supposed to go in any set pattern aside from this signal thing, but still
Still, its time to pull over. I said, I got something, and I dont exactly want to drive while showing it. Sitting up, I looked at the two in the front. Felix was watching the road carefully, we were on a highway just outside of Tacoma, and he had apparently been chasing rando
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So what do gangers taste like, anyhow? I asked Felix as we walked back to the Jackrabbit. The neighborhood had barely noticed our presence, the Bouncers being pretty much the only exception. A bit of a brawl like this had only whetted my appetite for more socially unacceptable violence for a good cause.
Alligator is the closest that I can compare it to, only tougher. Not as well fed. Slight hint of chemicals. Spicy aftertaste. Grandpa had always warned me about questions I didnt want answered. I had been hungry for more soyburgers.
Jet was impatiently standing next to the car, seething with supernatural effect around her. She had cloaked herself and the car in some kind of magic that prevented others from noticing her, but didnt affect us. I didnt understand it, but it worked, so I wasnt
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It started with a woman. All the good stories do. She was beauty personified. She had the face of an angel, and skin of porcelain. Her body was toned and taunt, with long limbs that you just want wrapped around you. Her dress was immaculate, a skirt-suit that accentuated her appearance. And her eyes are as pure green as the Emerald Isle, and they looked right into your soul.
Actually, her eyes did peer into your soul, as she wasnt human. She was a spirit of some sort, summoned by a magician years ago, and found her freedom through some manner. This usually spelled death for the magician in question. She was a chummer of mine, so I never asked. I have a lot of friends that have mysterious and questionable pasts. I, myself, have a history like that. And you better believe that I worked hard at getting it that
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Of course, anyone who truly knew me wouldnt ask that question.
Jonathan Jonah Johnson was a good, honest person, widower, semi-retired. Not to mention independently wealthy from having his company bought out, and investments since then. Thats the official record. The reality of my situation is much darker, more sinister.
In the Light, I am Jon Johnson. In the Shadows, Im Mister Johnson. The nom de plume used to hire people that dont exist, to do jobs that never happen, and pay with money that doesnt show up on any ledgers. The paymaster to Shadowrunners, the common term for those people that live outside the system, to perform the tasks that spies once did for anyone that has the cash. If you want to use the street name given to me years ago, however, its Money. Partly because I had it, but more because I was
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In fact, the gang did have a Minivan handy. A beige Volvo with grade school bumper stickers on the rear. Guess some Soccer Mom got lost in the wrong end of town. But it also had the multiple bench seats in the back, which would allow for all the girls to be able to get to safety. A female ganger came with the van, but her leathers and, apparently, self-inflicted mohawk haircut appeared as anti-Mom as possible.
Felix rode with her, curling up in the passenger's seat of the suburban vehicle, growling at the driver. He'd keep her honest. I laid Debbie down in the bucket seat of the 'Rabbit, and strapped her in. Looking up, I could see the storm continuing on over the Rat's Nest. Lighting played, cloud strikes happening in rapid fire timing. The roar of some ancient beast filled the air, speaking to an ancient part of the brain of all those present, fillin
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Looking down at his body, I knew that Beetle had proven he was a hard man to kill one last time. He'd survived a living hell, only to be killed moments after almost getting a chance at returning to the Light. I said my good-byes to Beetle, then Doctor Sigurdsen, reminding the coroner that I would take care of Beetle's final rites.
He'd wanted cremation, with no remains left. Too many nasties out there to leave anything behind he claimed. He'd seen those nasties up close and personal, too. I moved quickly out of the hospital, and outside where I could finally turn my commlinks on, and contacted the Seattle partners for my law firm. I'd let them handle all the arrangements for the body.
I'd handle avenging his soul personally.
Setting the Comet to do random evasion pattern delta, I hunkered down in my seat, datajack plugged into the car, and jumped into my implanted commlink, a virtual concep
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Thank goodness for Double-Coupon days! I said, pulling the heavy bags of groceries out of the trunk of my new (to me) GMC Commodore Sedan. Yes, things were very much looking up to me. Boyfriend, car, rent paid up for a few months, and now enough food to last me a bit, even with my bio-thingy boosting my appetite.
Of course, when things are going well when you work the Shadows, the criminal underworld of 2070, it only means that you're being set up for a fall. In this case, it was physical as I felt a blow to the back of my head, then one to the front as I hit the trunk, sprawling to the ground as my bags went flying everywhere.
So, this breeder thinks he can just park anywhere on our turf, huh? Came a guttural voice as I shook the blurriness from my eyes. Breeder, oh frag, these guys were so stupid they couldn't even tell an elf from a human.
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2070: Seattle Metroplex, UCAS
My name is Jon Money Johnson, and I am suffering.
All the herculean trials that I have found myself facing in my many years, this had to have been the most difficult. More difficult than the first time I hired a team of Shadowrunners for wetwork, than killing my first metahuman, than proposing to my wife.
OhwowMoneythisisgreat, checktheseshoesIgotIloveshoesanditmatchesmyCommLink, andohwowcheckitoutviolentManga!!! Speeder had not shut up a single time since she jumped into the passenger seat of my Chrysler-Nissan Jackrabbit Car, as she came close to enjoying a simple pleasure that most girls her age took for granted: A shopping trip to the mall.
Speeder was 12-years old, and a Hacker of some repute in the dark underbelly of society known as the Shadows. But, a scant three years ago, she was just the daughter of a JoyGrrl. And dear
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August 25th, 2055: Chicago Containment Zone, Illinois, UCAS.
Fighting the pain in my chest, I ran further, away from the monster behind me.
I had come to Chicago for my operation a week ago, a heart transplant. They tried some new technique as well, experimental magical something-or-other that sped up healing. Got my heart ahead of time, frag I got it in time, and they got to test things out on me. It worked so well that I could walk after only three days.
Which was good, because that was when whatever the hell happened did. It's been two days of living hell, listening to the weird things going on around the city, outside the hospital. Then, suddenly, a few minutes ago, a security guard burst in, blocking the door, and raving madly about monsters, waving his gun around, and finally collapsing, his back torn open and bleeding out.
Come to think of it, I'm not exactly sure that I survived th
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I got Brad an Orkstaff XXX 180 Proof Beer, and a Bright Star for myself, just a little taste of home, and excused myself as I went into the bathroom of my three-room apartment. Peeling off the shirt, I saw the bruise start to develop above my kidney on my heavily muscled torso. Reaching above the medicine cabinet, I pulled out the HotCold Slappatch, and put it over the bruise. The heat would sooth the pain, and then the chill would cause the swelling to go down. I looked at myself in the mirror, glad that I was still able to do so after being drugged and going on a rampage of steroid-like rage.
The handsome face, still strange after five years from the cosmetic surgery that changed my appearance, stared back at me. The slight scars almost unseen on my pale skin, an advantage to living in Seattle, where the sun never shines. My muscular body, highly unus
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I woke up to the smell of a burning car.
It's a smell you never forget. A lot of people say that it's cooking metahuman flesh that they never forget, but that always smelled like Pork to me. The smell of burning gasoline, lubricants, leather, paint, and metal stayed with me. I remembered it in my sleep at night.
The pain came next. It was then that I knew I wasn't dreaming. It was a different pain. In my sleep, the pain is a burning death the creeps along my back and legs. The fire that had required my muscles being replaced by vat-grown synthetics, allowing me to walk again, drive again. But, in doing so, had removed the reason for doing so. This pain was mostly hunger, as well as stiffness all over my body. A dull ache was over my torso and left shoulder.
Eyes open, and light intrudes, stabbing deep into the brain.
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Typefaces are our instruments to construct words and sentences. Of course this very article couldn’t be written without type other than writing by hand and scanning it in, but I wouldn’t know how to save the file or how to access the website to upload it to if I had no access to typefaces. Of course I don’t have to say where type can be found; it’s absolutely everywhere. However, most people don’t consider where typefaces come from. Most of my life and even the first 5 years or so of my design career I was absolutely ignorant of where typefaces came from. I mean, they were just "there" on the computer and I never considered someone actually had to make typefaces for us to use—letter by letter. In this article I will discuss the history of Roman typefaces; how it progressed during the ages, how each style can be recognized and how to select typefaces consciously and logically r
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And then I came straight here. I should have informed you first, but, well, I thought of your responsibilities. I told the crippled man in front of me, a pair of plates of pasta between us. He had a pair of typical muscle behind him, an ork and a human. I had Murphy behind me, more than equal to the two of them.
I was back at the Crime Mall, at what passed for the head offices, the Italian Restaurant. Paul Fianachetti had been an enforcer for the Chicago Families back in the day, and another of Grandpa's crew in Chicago during the Bug Crisis, but broke his back falling down a sinkhole in late 2055, spending most of his time keeping their electronic equipment in working order and running a command and control centre. Despite being stuck in a wheelchair, he still took out three Ant Spirits that came after him, the third with a bowie knife that he still wore on his shoulder.
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Despite the bad feeling I had, the job went off without a hitch, a simple job, just as Felix had said. The hardest part was dealing with the delivery ork, who spoke neither English or Spanish, the only two languages I knew. But we muddled through. Then an hour-long trip in the rain, and here I am, in Downtown Seattle, with a full black-market bank account, three-quarters of a tank of gas, and most of the evening ahead of me.
A smile was just about to escape me when a few dozen kilos of soft body slammed into me out from a side alley. They're trying to kill me!, she screamed in my ear, as I almost shoved her off me. But, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a slim form with a machine gun in his hand come from the same alleyway, his figures concealed by the steam raising up from a sewer grate.
My jacked up reflexes, thanks for my bio-thingie, moved me as I twisted around, she
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The buzzing caused waves of pain that shot through to the core of my brain. Even after having three years of having them, double-vision with cybernetic eyes is the weirdest thing I have ever experienced. Opening my eyes, I adjusted the amount of light let into the cyberoptics to just under complete dark, and tried to figure out the buzzing with my hang-over influenced mind.
By the second buzz since getting up, I figured it out. Call coming in. I mentally commanded my implanted commlink to accept the call, but no call... Groaning, I reached over to the charger by my bedside table where I kept my legal 'link, where my legitimate SIN and other details were kept, hitting the call-accept button there. Still no call. Finally, in desperation, and knowing the answering machine would pick up soon, I called out, Answer call! hoping whatever was accepting it would understand my pain
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At this point, I'd like to panic. It's what any sane metahuman would do in a situation like this.
But, if I didn't want to end up as some rich slot's personal hunting fox, I couldn't spare the time. But hunger and exhaustion was hitting me hard. Security first. Using a chair, and a few empty soybeer bottles. Wouldn't stop anyone from breaking in, but would let me know if they did. I also opened the coffee table's small drawer, and took out a few of the stray bullets I keep there to reload the four spent shells in my revolver.
Exhaustion next. Stumbling to the bathroom just off the narrow hallway from the living room to the bedroom, I opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out one of the few pill bottles I allow myself. As I hit one of the walls, I used the CommLink attached to my right forearm to queue up five soysteaks, blue, and a pot of
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Having a shotgun blast open up the door at your feet will wake you up better than any power beverage or ersatz coffee made from soy and enriched with caffeine. Opening my eyes to a huge ork kick the remains of the door open and walk in, with the opening of a train tunnel pointed at my face did the rest.
I moved with all the speed I could muster, diving for the revolver on the table next to me, but I could see my hand shaking like I was drying out once more. I wasn't going to make the revolver before the blast that took my life entered the frame.
Only to find how wrong I was when I touched the handle, and saw a blur of motion, and heard a thunk on the cheap press-board. As if by magic, a switch-blade appeared, the blade right in the centre of the trigger guard. I looked over at the hand and arm that propelled it, and saw a human wearing a suit that had the very subtle characteristics of