When the corporation first abandoned the research facility, they thought they'd taken everything of value. They were wrong. Now it's your job to go in and recover what they left behind.
This about the most ridiculous job ever. But somedays, you just need the cred. The heirs of the rich and the bored are holding a scavanger hunt of epic proportions, but personal involvement would of course be silly. Enter you and your team. You have a list of things to find and 'appropriate'. Good luck!
Popular but secretive DJ Dark Crumpet keeps the Plastic Blast club hopping from dusk till dawn. Only a fire broke out last night, and when they opened up the mix room, they found no DJ but a very sophisticated smart frame running and a lot of dust. Seems the DJ's been MIA for a while, and no one is very happy. Except the competition, the club, and a bitter ex-wife? Looks like another long night for the Lone Star detectives.
Your friend, Roger Stanton, has always been hot on the trail of the next Get-Rich-Quick-Scheme. They never work. Ever. Now he believes he has found the place referred to in the Dunkelzahn's Will as "Where a Rock meets the Sky".... And he wants /you/ to take him there! What do you say, old friend?
The Wolves are known as an up and coming mercenary units in the Yucatan conflict. They focus on delicate operations behind enemy lines where the risks are only worth the rewards to a certain kind of person. The Wolves are heading out into the Jungle again, and when they come back their their reputation will be established for good. As either the best special operatives on the Peninsula or as a bunch of crazy fools who accepted one job too many.