Ah, my team and their first campaign. I belive it was the third run, or at least the third night of the campaign.
They were hired by a ninja clan A to give backup numbers for some small hits on a competing clan whom we'll call B. (considered suicide, but they didn't know that). On the other side, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, the assassin that had been killed on the last run (by a team mate ... long story) was back in action al la GM magic (I didn't like him having to redo a character in the middle of mid-terms just because one of the other players acted like an ass). But, the assassin has amnesia and won't recognize the team ... in an attempt to get them back together, hoping the team would recognize the assassin, they were sent to the same place by different people.
An old chinese man that ran a natural foods shop in Chinatown had spotted some ninjas (clan B) on the rooftops a few nights ago. So clan A hires the runners, with whom they now have a pretty decent working relationship to use the man as a starting point to track down clan B's secret meeting place. Clan B hires the assassin to kill the shopowner; they know he saw them and don't want him talking. The assassin is better than I credited him and the team arrives as the assassin is already in the store, but positioning determines that they never wind up seeing each other. They start questioning as he watches (not recognizing any of his teammates), and the shop owner bolts out the back. As the bumbling group chases the shop owner, tripping over each other and trying to squeeze three elves and a troll out one little alley door, the assassin glides out the front and into the alley, catching the little man with one quick shot just as he manages to turn the corner away from the main group. The assassin then disappears into his truck while they're looking at the body. Ruined my whole plot hook, but that's how it goes
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So later the group is meeting back at the burned out shop a few days later (they torched it as they left), and the troll is being a jerk. In a moment of humor, the cat shaman levitates him up to the roof. Never one to take a joke, the troll pulls his assault rifle out from under his coat and starts threatening them with it ... which of course means people screaming and running in the streets for panic buttons, and the Star on the way. He storms off and leaves the team there, but they ignore it as a small loss and go ahead and take off to check out the potential hiding place for Clan B that they have ferreted out.
Some very nice roleplaying takes place as the face and shaman discover a group of teenage ninja wannabees and sweet talk them into telling them a bit of what they've discovered about Clan B. That should have been it, and it was really ending smoothly despite the horrible, horrible start. But the troll decided that he was missing out of the fun, so he heads back to the building they were checking out, and I quote, "As fast as my truck will go."
"You know that will attract attention, right?"
But he doesn't care, so he winds up in a large car chase, since he won't pull over for the star and he's hauling down the streets of Seattle at max speed. There's helecopters, a roadblock ("What do you mean my runflat tires can still be hurt by spike strips?") Long story short, the shaman was listening to Lonestar radio traffic and knows what's going on, so she sends a city spirit to swoop down and carry him away after he crashes intentionally into one of the LS cars in the roadblock. He would have lived if he hadn't tried to reach for his pistol after LS dragged him out of the car, but it's amazing what 17 SMG's with gel rounds and held actions will do to a metahuman body. The spirit swoops in just after the rounds hit, carrying a quickly dying troll back to the shaman. Shaman tries to heal and fails (hard to head a deadly wound on a .01 essence troll), face tries first aid and fails, so on with the trauma patch, which finally manages to be successful.
Then the realization sets in. Two slightly built elves in the middle of the night in the rough part of china town. One incredibly heavy, cybered troll that just escaped death at the hands of LoneStar a few blocks away. Sirens getting closer and closer. So the face (played by my wife, bless her heart) gets a great idea.
Face: "I call Lonestar."
Hey, it's her first or second game.
Other players: "WHAT?!?!?!?"
But it's too late. By the time the team realizes what she's doing, she's on the line with the dispatcher. Rapidly realizing her error, she does a reasonably smart thing and wipes the cellphone clean while leaving it sitting on the troll's body, piled on the street corner.
Shaman casts Physical Mask and the two elf females become little old chinese men and scuttle away to the tube to make a fast getaway.
Turned out alright, minus the dead troll. But he was really asking for that one. Now, whenever anyone is about to do something stupid, one of the group members will chime in with, "Or ... we could just call Lonestar!"