Getting the band back together.

[crazy ski 1701]

Everyone is here because there last team didn't work out, in one way another.

In your line of work you wanna get rich, not dead. To do that you need a good team watching your back. That's why you have taken an offer to join a new team from the very well respected Fixer Dresden. Dresden chose each one of you because you are the best (available) at what you do. So any job thrown your way should be a walk in the park.

Only problem is that park is located in the grim dark heart of Seattle where behind every tree is a ganger waiting to stab you and take your weeks earnings. That is why for the last week you've spent with your new team in a dark damp run down warehouse that has been remodeled into a makeshift training ground. It's been a long week of bumps and bruises but the team is coming together very nicely. you guys are tired hungry and ready to leave the rotting stink of the warehouse. But the only thing open at 3am is ........... your friendly neighborhood Stuffer Shack.

[smoke warrior]

Section holsters his weapons with a huge smile."guess what time it is, It's TACO TIME!!!!!! Stuffer Shack here I come who is with me. And they won't have blood on them this time last time I couldn't tell what was hot sauce and what was blood FYI blood gives me gas. You don't want me on a mission with gas the guards can smell me coming a block away. Oh don't forget to say hi to Mr. Pig. holds up creepy stuffed pig with wires sticking out.

[Synthalus]

JOHN SMITH

John Smith eyeballs the small stuffed pig and then looks at section and shakes his head. John smith begins to mentally monologue like in an old detective film;

It was a rainy night. The moon was high and the streets were dirty as ever. I had stepped outside for a shake and decided to walk to the closest Stuffer shack for a pack of smokes, When I ran into this clown. He was an Ex-Military Sniper with a few loose wires but he was the best in the biz.

" Hello Mr. Pig? Section shall we go get a bite to eat? I need a fresh pack of smokes, care to join me in a quick jaunt over to stuffer shack?"

[smoke warrior]

Section eye balls the dwarf while thinking to him self.
I have a feeling he is talking about me under that thick skull. Ahhh cap here come the voices.Why do you trust him he wears a hat you hate people with hatswhat are you talking about I love hats especially the ones with feathers in them. Section looks up from looks like deep thought. "Join you who says your not joining me and who says we arnt joining Mr. Pig? All I know is I need tacos. I'm ready when ever you are".

[Synthalus]

JOHN SMITH
" Come on kid lets go get those smokes!"

John and his companion make their way to the stuffer shack.

It was a long dark street. I was used to walking down streets like these alone. But now I had company along the dirty filth ridden streets of Seattle.

[smoke warrior]

Section. " Lead the way tiny the first taco is on me."says section as he starts to dance with Mr. Pig.

[Synthalus]

JOHN SMITH

The boy was a good shot but a bit pushy. I walked along the shadowy streets to the local stuffer shack thinking this could be our night. If only I had some smokes for the walk?

[crazy ski 1701]

the walk from the oh-so-secret training area is a test in claustrophobia. in this part of town the buildings are packed together like boxes in a compulsive-hoarders back room. the streets, let alone allies are razor thin, making the buildings seem to len in together as they go up, closing you in a cage of steel and concrete.

the team peels away to walk in pairs or individually, not a good idea to walk in large groups here, attracts to much attention.

Street lights flicker weakly making the shadows all the deeper. cars shoot past, spraying your with a mist. The road and building walls seem to be made black volcanic rock instead of cement, with the near constant drizzle of rain. to compound problems, the gray sky rumbles again, threatening to catch you in yet another downpour.

emerging from your side street onto something trying to look like a normal street, with the buildings around it small enough to not crush you under their toneage. across from you is the welcoming, sickly yellow glow of the neon sign of a fat man, maybe a Dwarf, laughing while holding a hot dog.

it is an oasis of light and warmth to your tired, cold and hungry bodies. Becking you to come, rejuvenate yourself for as long as you credstick lasts, The Stuffer Shack.

a couple cars and a white van sit idle out front of the tiny parking lot. even as you approach, you see the signs of life inside though the large plate glass windows.

the doors part with that annoying digital "Pong," as you pass into the dryness of the store. Great tracts of neon and fluorescent lights that indicate that you have arrived at the home of synth-alcohol, soykaf, porno-simchips, Holohayo 3D greeting cards, pneumatic fluid for your bike, cheap fetish trinkets for the magical wannabes, soygrits, and a full line of stuffers with no redeeming nutritional or social
value. Yep, the good 01' Stuffer Shack, home to a smell you can't recognize (and probably don't want to) and thousands of nuyen worth of stomach-rotting chow. As an added benefit,
it's open 24-7-365.

The elf girl behind the counter looks like an angel; even the fluorescent lights can't dull her beauty. Her vacant stare indicates that she probably only has one asset and you've already noticed it. Coming out of the storeroom is a dwarf wearing an apron and hauling a load of NutraSoy Energy Cakes™ (both kinds, the original Euro-Chocolate and the new Caribbean flavor). Talking non-stop (mainly repeating the phrases, "Stop that!", "Drop that!", "Put that down!" and "Get over here!") is an obese woman with a shopping cart and an equally obese child who seems to want one of everything the store offers. In other words, everything is normal for a Stuffer Shack, even at 4 a.m. There are other people shopping in the store, but you hardly notice them as your stomach growls again and you head for your gut rotter of choice.

[Synthalus]

JOHN SMITH

John smith heads over to the counter and asks the pretty elf woman for a pack of new age Lucky strikes, the ones with no filters. As he waits for her to get his smokes he looks around the stuffer shack as any good detective would , making sure to observe his surroundings.

[smoke warrior]

Section. He completly ignores everyone and runs over to Asile 14 for taco time.

[Rhal]

Hearing the others talk about heading over to the Stuffer Shack, Brigs decides to do the same. He heads off with the others, although doesn't say much. As usual he is wearing his normal grunge wear and long coat, however he still has one of his knives and his HK hidden in his long coat. Walking in to the Stuffer Shack he heads over to the bar and orders a high octane/caf coffee.

[crazy ski 1701]

Smith walks over to the counter.

It seems to take the girl a few seconds to understand your request, long enough time for you to read her name tag: Wanda and admire her hair style, pulled up and cemented into a single orange spike, before she turns, getting the right box of smokes on the 3rd try from the display behind her. she turns back to you, laying the smokes on the counter and waits for you to slot your credstick.

you see the manager at the end of Isle 11, stocking a display full of some form of power bar. you hear the loud crying and shouting of mother and child from somewhere in the isles out of sight of from you.

as you chat up the girl, ignoring the slightly annoying time delay as you can practically hear her sinapsis firing off in her head, one at a time, the door "pongs" and 3 more people walk in from the rain. each dressed in a similar synth-leather jacket with some sort of logo on the back. All human.

the tallest one, seems to be some type of samori wana-be, with his hot red hair pulled up into a top knot. he turns and starts pacing down isle one and two.

the 2nd, a far more attractive girl then Wanda, walks by you. shes dressed to be seen, in white leather under the black leather jacket. she gives you, and ever one she passes, the look of "i want to fuck your brains out on the counter, before i drag you off to my car," sort of look.

The 3rd, a skinny fella, seems to hang on the White leather girls every motion, her ever tease seeming to drive him mad with jealousy, much to her joy. they make off to hot coco machine in area F.

( on your perception check, smith sees that the samurai wana-be, is concealing a sword under his long coat. )

[smoke warrior]

SECTION I head towards the counter with an arm load of tacos when I see the new girl"Hello Mrs. Boobs you look cold want a taco. starts to hand her a taco.

[crazy ski 1701]

Brigs, as you get your half gallon of Nitro coffee, the white hot leather girl and scruffy boy friend make there way over to you. she moves with practiced grace, like a predator stalking her pray. she locks eyes with you, and silently offer you everything she has, for a price. with a glance at the goy on her arm, hes eyes scream jealousy, and possible violence shoud you take that offer.

Section. you live in a world of bliss. an Isle, a WHOLE ISLE has bin restocked with nothing but soft microwaveable tachos in a rain bow of flavors! you have finally died, and gone to heaven!

[Synthalus]

JOHN SMITH

John turns around and lits a smoke in the store, He says to the samurai;

" Listen punk there are children in this store, im gonna have to ask you lot to step outside and disarm yourselves. I don't want any trouble and ill wager you don't either?"

John smith takes a long cool drag off of his lucky strike and blows it in the direction of the would be samurai and starts he internal monologue.

She was a orange mohawked angel with a few screws loose but that's just how john liked'em. She gave him his smokes and charged him for his purchase but all he could think about was her long legs. That's when he walked in. The would be samurai. I noticed the sword concealed under is jacket almost immediately. it was the kinda trick punks like him tried all the time. Enter the stuffer shack with an edged weapon concealed, knock off the place and vamoose as quick as can be. Not on my watch.

[smoke warrior]

SEction. Seeing the new girl preocupied with Brig. He moves his sights to John wholooks to be having a confrontation with the clown with a sword. I walk over stand behind John with an arm load of tacos and try to be meancing.

[Rhal]

Brigs just glares at the man, then looks at the girls and smiles. He then walks away with his coffee taking a swallow, when he does so he gets an almost euphoric look in his eyes. Once he arrives over by John he sees Section with a shit load of tacos. Did you remember to get the extra extra spicy ones for me?

[smoke warrior]

Super ultra gut busta all the way chica chica ya

[Synthalus]

JOHN SMITH

John Smith still eyeing the Samurai wanna-be says to Brigs;

" Brigs we got bigger problems right now, this clown over here with the red hair and the punk face is caring a concealed sword under his long coat. There are children in ths store. They need to vacate immediately."

[Synthalus]

JOHN SMITH

Brigs was a cool cat. The kind of companion every shadowrunner wished he had but never did. He was quick with a joke or a light up your smoke. He was capable in a fight and that was just what John expected to happen in the next few moments.