It was a simple bodyguard job, guard the VPs daughter while she slums it at a rave. Only somehow now there's two of them and they don't seem to see eye to eye...
The courier does not question the contents of the package, a time tested axiom. But it makes you very curious when the Triad asks you to deliver a package and the Mafia want to pay you to deliver it *faster*.
Daddy's little girl disappeared and now daddy wants you to find her. He says she's an innocent sixteen year old so it should be simple enough... Right? How far could she have gone? How much trouble could she be in?
Daddy's little girl disappeared and now daddy wants you to find her. He says she's an innocent sixteen year old so it should be simple enough... Right? How far could she have gone? How much trouble could she be in?
The Mary Celeste. The Flying Dutchman. The Marlborough. These names strike fear into the hearts of sailors everywhere. Soon theyâll add another name to this list.
Mr. Johnson has lost her friend, a technomancer. She can connect to him via the Matrix, but neither of them know where he is physically. Guess whose job it is to find him?
Mr. Johnson has lost her friend, a technomancer. She can connect to him via the Matrix, but neither of them know where he is physically. Guess whose job it is to find him?
Not only did some poor slob get arrested, he also angered someone with nuyen to burn and a taste for a dish of ice cold revenge. The bad news is the slob's death must look accidental and prison-like. Course, that makes sense since he's currently in prison. The good news is that the prison is out in the boondocks, so we're not talking about a full-frontal on a maximum security installation.