Chilling Conversation, Made me think Options

[Swing Kid]

OK, so there I was, sitting in a local club, enjoying some good gillchill when I overheard a guy sitting with a few of his chummers talking about their "Shadow-runs." Obviously, they were very green, actually talking business where every tooth in the bar could listen. Anyway, so the guy brought up the point, "Why run, when we can make a fat living jacking Deckers for their rigs?" At first, I thought the answer was easy, because we tend to keep close tabs with each other, and with our favorite sams. I looked around and realized that this ork was all alone. I look about as dangerous as a three-legged poodle, and am often mistaken for a sqatter, so I have never really seen much of a reason to keep a meatmonkey on the payroll 24-7. It got me kinda nervous. What if someone decided to start targeting deckers?

((Needless to say, I hit the Matrix and took care of that piece of waste (Named Big Jawed Steve, born Steven Riffet, Dale, Cal, Closed SIN #3492YY231, who most recently lives in the Silent Arms inn in DT Seattle, unguarded and alone), helping out his criminal dossier, and forwarding all of it to interested parties. Slot with the Deckers man, and get erased...or found, depending on how you look at it.))