//:...mission-link-established...
//:...location=BONADAN...
//:...objective=TECH-HEIST...
The soft thud of Kivah’s boots brought Das’s eyes up from the deck, but she couldn’t move a muscle before she was scooped up in her old friend’s arms. If
Kivah
were
anyone else, Das would shoot her, but she was too busy giggling to worry about it.
“
Haha, hey Kiv!” Das said with a grin. “
No boys, just credits and stimcaf. And maybe a few girls, y’know, when I get bored.” She flashed a playful wink, always glad to see Kivah. These few months running on Etti without her had been uneventful, which in their line of work was a good thing, but
uneventful was often
fething boring.
Reggie
likes jobs that wrap up nicely with a little bow, but Das didn’t mind pulling a blaster or squeezing a Corpo for a few extra credits.
She sighed, still smiling. “
It’s good to see you.”
Das’ eyes cut to where
Glade
had seemingly materialized from thin air. She was chromed out with more tech than Das had ever seen in person, a true staple of a Denonite shadowrunner. If CAD can’t see you, they can’t kill you. “
Glade, right?” Das asked, though she could have deduced. “
Welcome aboard!” It was always nice to have one of Darkwire’s bunch. Das wasn’t sure how many survived after CAD’s lockdown, but she wasn’t complaining. Glade would make an excellent addition to the team.
Next to arrive was
Keys
, a Zeltron who looked like he could use a sandwich. Dad already planned to congratulate a job well done with a hot meal from an Amavikkan friend, Gideon, but she made a mental note to slide him a few portions for the road. Anything she could do to keep good shadowrunners on retainer, or better, interested in joining Code Zero.
“
Heya Keys,” the teen said with a shine. “
I think that’s everybody.”
She flicked her cyberdeck on again and swiped the screen, lighting up the abandoned warehouse with a holoprojector. Under its soft green hue, Das started her briefing. “
Reggie’s your handler, I’m your eyes in the sky,” she started. “
I’m Das.”
“
The mission’s fairly straightforward. CSA’s been holding onto sites that’ll never sell after a corp goes bust, then uses them for all kinds of secret chit. We found one here,” she said, zooming in on an industrial block not far from the spaceport.
To the untrained eye, it looked completely worthless. No proper roadways or paths, only remnants left to eaten up by acid rain without a crew to maintain them. The only thing that made the facility
seem noteworthy was the slow-spinning emblem of the Techno Union hovering above it, added by Das herself to bring notice to the site.
“
A little birdie told us all about TU’s nano-droid project. Microscopic droids that carry information. Really innovative stuff, and TU wants to keep it all shuttered up until they’re ready to drop it proprietary. We’re gonna beta test it for ‘em.” A wry smile formed on her lips.
She pulled three code sticks from her hoodie pocket and tossed one each to the team members. “
These are loaded with access codes and scramblers. They should get you through most doors, or confuse the system long enough to take a fusion cutter to ‘em before the alarms set off.”
Das used two fingers on the deck to zoom in, displaying a rough schematic of the facility. Colored symbols denoted access points, terminals, and, most importantly, the main lab where the droid samples were stored. She pointed that room out on the map. “
This is your target. TU keeps the nanos in transparisteel canister about the size of blaster clip. Intel claims they come 50 to a case, so grab as many as you can destroy the rest.” Thermal detonators, imploder grenades, whatever flavor they like.
Das’ head tilted in an almost childlike manner, eerie to those who’d never worked with her before. She looked around the room, ready to field questions or send them off on speeder bikes.
“
Any questions?”