Spoiler Alert! This post includes details of the published CMP 2014-06 adventure that will be spoiled if you continue reading. You have been warned.
Spring 2076. After flying back to Seattle and picking up their gear from a discreet shipping company, the team met with Mr. Johnson in the Barrens. Within an abandoned warehouse, a Hispanic man stepped out of a black Americar. Martial, an ogre street sam, Sechs, a human mage, Delta, an elven technomancer, and Batomi, an elven Rat shaman, recognized the same Mr. Johnson who brought them to the Seattle Sprawl for a run a few weeks ago (CMP 2014-05). The current team added Gurdek, an ork phys ad.
Mr. Johnson smiled and said, “Thank you for meeting me. I have a job and you have proven quite capable. I need you to deposit information onto the host of a corporate facility. I don’t want them to know the file has been added of course. I can pay you 5,000¥. If you are undetected, I would then like you to extract an unwilling employee from the same location. For this, I will pay an additional 7,500¥. Are you interested?”
Batomi was able to negotiate a 500¥ bonus for expenses for a total of 13,000¥ for both parts of the mission.
Mr. Johnson provided the rest of the details. “I need you to download the contents of an optical chip on to the Tacoma NeoNet HR facility host. I have already arranged on site access to their host via a workstation on the third floor. The office is number 317.”
“It is critical that the information be uploaded without NeoNet’s knowledge. Failure to be undetected will result in decreased compensation.”
“If you are completely undetected, however, I will send you the bio of an extraction target who will be in the building. He should be considered unwilling. The target has no magic, augmentations, or known defense training.”
The team finished their questions and headed straight toward the Tacoma building. En route, Delta scanned the matrix and found basic floor plans from before it was owned by NeoNet. Nearing the building, the runnres found a busy bar with lots of pedestrians despite the trickle of rain. From there, they could observe the target building without attracting attention.
Batomi and Sechs noted a weak Spirit of Man circling the seven-story building with mirrored windows. Using clairvoyance, Batomi also viewed the empty lobby and saw a lone guard patrolling the 2nd floor and heading down the stairs toward the lobby. Later, he headed back upstairs.
Pretending to be drunk, Martial and Delta approached the front door. Martial popped the cover off the maglock and Delta slotted a cable into the device. Courtesy of his ‘trodes and technomancer wizardry, he quickly hacked the lock and marked the powerful NeoNet host. As the circling spirit slowed, Sechs cast an influence spell and convinced it that “these are not the pedestrians you are looking for.”
Once the door was open, the team quickly slipped inside. As luck would have it, the sec guards and security spider weren’t looking at the screen attached to the front camera at that moment.
Inside the sterile lobby, Batomi directed his clairaudient ears upward. On the second floor, he heard the patrolling guard entering the stairwell. Fearing he was moments from entering the lobby, everyone hid. The corporate furniture provided scat cover and the team was tense even with a spirit concealing them. Then, Gurdek accidently dropped a magazine from his SMG onto the faux marble floor with a terrible clatter. Fortunately, however, after several seconds no guard appeared. Batomi magically confirmed that he had moved to the 3rd floor.
Batomi followed the guard using clairvoyance to the 5th floor where he briefly chatted with a middle-aged human man getting a snack from the cafeteria. The guard continued upward and out of the Rat shaman’s range.
Delta hacked the lobby camera and the team silently moved up the stairs. On the 3rd floor, they found a cubicle farm with surrounding offices. Office 317 included a nameplate near the office door that read, “Peter Erdmann, Defense Projects Personnel Manager”. Inside, the 3 by 4 meter office was a faux oak desk. An AR “screensaver” swirled over the top of it. Behind the desk were framed professional degrees and a 4-foot-long ornate sword. (The engraved frame read, “Excalibur”, but the runners never investigated it.)
Delta found the terminal already logged into and quickly downloaded the file. Then, he notified the Johnson who replied, “Good work. Your target is Peter Erdmann, age 58, human male. Current location shared.” An ARO popped into their AR view. He was upstairs, likely the guy in the cafeteria.
Using clairvoyance again, Batomi confirmed that the guard was on the 7th floor. He had just entered a security office with 2 other guards. (Clairvoyance failed to “see” the Spirit of Air in astral space who immediately recognized the astral signature of a suspicious spell. The spirit sped to its off-site conjurer to report.)
Delta hacked the elevator and the team, cloaked in magical concealment, rode to the 5th floor. Mr. Erdmann was unconscious from Narcoject toxin so fast he barely had time to utter, “Not again.”
As the team drug the limp body toward the elevator, the returned air spirit manifested amongst them. Then it engulfed Gurdek. The ork turned purple and gasped for air as Sechs tore at it with a manabolt. Just as Batomi banished the spirit, Delta yelled, “Incoming guards!”
The technomancer’s sprite bricked one guard’s SMG as the other two lined up shots from the stairwell. Batomi magically controlled one of the pair and prepared to have him turn on his ally. Before friendly fire could be induced, Martial dropped one with a tight 3-round burst of stick-N-shock rounds. Gurdek, having caught his wind, closed and slammed the controlled guard with a stun glove. He slumped as the ork moved onto the landing and found the third guard (with the bricked gun) lobbing a grenade. Gurdek grinned. He snatched the projectile from the air like a Seattle Mariners star. And threw it back. After the flash-bang explosion, the last guard was down.
The team grabbed Mr. Erdmann and raced for the front door. Delta spoofed the cameras.
At the front door, the patrolling Spirit of Man descended. Batomi and Sechs disrupted it before it could even manifest.
The runner’s van drove casually away while the NeoNet High Threat Response Team was just leaving their garage miles away.
Mr. Johnson met the team at an unimaginative sports bar named The Sports Bar on the edge of Tacoma and Puyallup. His ork bodyguard collected Mr. Erdmann, while the runners got paid. He implied more work would come given their performance and walked out into the pattering Seattle rainfall.
Picking Up the Pieces
Money: 13,000 nuyen each
Karma: 7 (survival, file download, remaining unnoticed for 1st mission, extracting Erdmann)
Reputation: +1 Street Cred (download undetected)
Contacts: Mr. Johnson (Seattle Hispanic human man) (Loyalty 1, Connection 5)