You're at least partially responsible for my foray into fanfic, CanRay. When they come looking for retribution, they'll take it from you.

Bring it. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/devil.gif)

You sure you want the wrath of the internet brought upon you? I'm considering 9th Doctor/Jackie Tyler slash fic.

"There's a strange man in my living room."
"Yes."
"I'm in my dressing gown."
"Yes."


"Anything could happen."

"...... Yes."

I'm currently going through On the Run, and it's working out completely different from the way you described. That may (at least partly) due to the group's composition:

• A Gaelic fomori street-sam with tricked-out cyberarms and a claymore
• A human Catholic spellslinger
• A human sniper adept with Attribute and Skill boosts
• A human speech adept with Commanding Voice and Kinesics
• A dwarf drone-whisperer who's mastered Matrix security
• An ork hacker who won't hack without a Taco Bell run first

Critical differences I've seen so far:
My team bribed their way into the concert by repeatedly offering vials of medical-grade novacoke. Heck, they even offered one to Nabo.

They spent a long time hassling Zipper right there in the bar, finally resorting to the face magically compelling her to talk.

By the time they got to "C-DA", the strike team was already searching. The runners barely spent a minute in the bar, and thanks to having some sniper overwatch, took down the strike-team in one Combat Turn.

They're on their way to talk to Delphia, but their motivations are different: They suspect that the disc has some super-secret data hidden behind that encryption, and they want to know what's 20+ years old and still worth hiding.

I hope my story helps with your running of the adventure. Let me know how it goes.