Well, I figure I should tell you all how it went. I found out, while watching the news, that my 'friend' the Giant was a terrorist and is now being hunted by the Europeans - what I did not find out was that he apparently had support from 'the greatest Hacker in the world' (to use the media's words) which of course was yours truly. I knew he was worth

250,000, but apparently I was worth

500,000 (nice to be loved, or at least wanted, I guess). We narrowly escaped the Europeans once, but eventually we were being attacked by Go Gangers with surface to surface guided missiles, and the party was nearing TPK. Wishing to avoid high velocity lead (or mild steel, as the case may be, pun intended) poisoning, I decided to pop onto my group contact (which is something like a future /b: and full of other Hackers) and post video and GPS coordinates of the giant along with the following text "Found, Europe's Most Wanted." Of course, I didn't know that I was apparently public enemy number one. Things are looking grim for me, no? So we've taken cover behind the burned out shell of our truck, with the street sam off trying to engage the technical in melee (I think I might have gotten the rules wrong, but if it hits him going >60 m/round it deals twice it's body in damage right? That's how we played it, and it very nearly killed him) and I decide now is a good time to let the rest of the team know that help should be on the way, even though 'help' in this case means those guys with fighter jets and paras who were trying to kill us a couple of hours ago (funny how life works, amirite?). The paras show up, but Mr. Street Sam starts lobbing missiles (which he somehow managed to arm) at them. They are French, and I, of course, speak no French (in character, at least, but out I speak rather well, so I got to roleplay defaulting on that check, to great comic effect) so our Technomancer (who does know what I'm worth) says something to the lead para in French. Meanwhile street sam missile javelined (with what may have been a javelin missile) a squad of the paras, and I, in a moment of apparent altruism (really I was just trying to make nice so the French might a. not kill us b. pay us the reward money and c. take us back to denver as our ride was completely trashed) used the back door login I'd installed on the giant's commlink and put him into VR, and then kept him from logging off. Of course, I made the mistake of going into VR to do it - while I was thusly indisposed they took me into custody. Fortunately, some quick thinking on the part of our rigger meant we got payed for the both of us, so we made out pretty good on that end. I, of course, was certain I was going to be tortured and killed, but I burned a point of Edge to avoid immediate death (I managed to convince them that I wasn't the hacker in question, but they took my internal 'link and encephalon just to be sure) and managed to skedaddle before they realized that I was the hacker in question.
What happened to the giant, you ask? I don't know, I don't wanna know, but I'm certain we won't be seeing him again.
Oh, and then I got to start tutoring Google, which has become sapient and self-aware, in Philosophy. I'm currently trying to convince Google that Utopia does not justify the means. And that is where the session ended. Me and a recently emergent A.I., playing tic-tac-toe (I turned down the offer of 'Global Thermonuclear War') in VR.