Someone's been stealing a lot of high-tech decking gear, including some pretty high profile SOTA mods. If Lone Star doesn't catch the perps soon, heads will roll. And according to the Chief, those heads will be yours! (An in-depth introduction to SR4. Completion of booth demo required.)
The DLs. The hottest matrix wizards in 2060. That was until the Star got lucky, and nailed your meat while you where AFK. Lucky for you, they didn't ice you, just sent you away for twenty in the federal pen. Ten years and lots of good behavior, your back on the streets... Of the 3rd world of the Matrix. First order of business: Get back on top. (An in depth introduction to decking in 2070. Completion of booth demo required.)
The Johnson has hired you to get a forgery made of a work on display in the Hermitage in St. Petersburg, Russia. And he only wants one artist to do it. This is where you come in. You need to get him out of the Isle of Man Prison off the coast of England.
You've got the forgery. Now you just need to get it into Russia, replace the masterpiece with the fake (without getting caught), and meet up with your contact at the docks for your vayage home. No problem, right? Right.
You got the artist, no problem. You got the forgery, no problem. You broke into and out of the Hermitage, no problem. You made it back to the docks, no problem. So why are you lying on the floor, surrounded by angry KGB agents? Good question!
She was a gifted student at what was supposed to be an exclusive corporate college. Instead, she became a lab rat at an exclusive R&D facility. Now her brother wants her back and he's hired you to get her out.
Wealthy heiress Lille Radisson isn't the usual client the Red Label Detective agency sees. But she's hired the intrepid team to accompany her to the reading of her late father's will, for reasons that become abundantly clear. Can Walker's team solve the puzzle before the mysterious Mr. Graves lays claim to the Radisson fortune? (Participation in part two encouraged, not required)
When the investigation into the death of real estate mogul Reginald Harris turns up no evidence of foul play, his widow hires the Red Label Detective Agency to help her prove that someone killed her late husband. It doesn't take long before things start to get weird. Once again, Mr. Graves seems to stalk the team's every move. But what does he want this time? (Participation in part one encouraged, not required)
Some of the local talismongers are having trouble with Organized Crime. Who knew free spirits ran protection rackets? (An in-depth introduction to Magic in 2070. Completion of booth demo required.)
Yeah, you're crew /had/ the hottest wheels... Until they got jacked! Now you're stuck with last year's junk piles, and only two weeks until Ares Import Nights. Can you beg, borrow, and steal enough parts in time for the hottest race in North America? You better hope so, cause the bets are already placed, and you stand to lose more then your money!