Los Angeles, California Free State, 2070.

Friends and allies during the great tsunami, the members of the future runners group meeting in Sad Bastard's in Jefferson park had all realized the failures of their respective previous runner groups in Pueblo Council controlled Los Angeles-they had not participated in the dominant economy of Horizon's Persona 2.0 (pito!)social network. All their advice on 'how to run' was from Denver or Seattle, or Germany...none of that applied here. Without a presence on P2.0, you were nobody and you got the contracts of a nobody.

Talking it over, the group between them knew few people with the reach to get them 'Pito' access...maybe some fixers could overcharge them 20,000K nueyen each for the privilege of an account that might immediately be shut down on a system operator's whim, but none of the chummers at the table were exactly flush (or if they were, they weren't volunteering.)

Dirty Old Bob- Amnesiac homeless mage, native of the new river formerly known as Lemet Park.
The Holo Kid- yes *that* holovidchumboy. He went Adept during the Tsunami.
Miko- A Wizard college dropout turned clean-air Shaman. She knew Bob from Lemet Park.
Zafira- cosmopolitan wannabe fixer. She's new to the group. (cool aside, this is JonathanC from these forums)
Ty- A cipher. Saved Miko's hash during the Tsunami.
(Bel-Aire) Bill-Enigmatic problem solver. His resources saved the day when tsunami #2 came. (cool aside, this is Reverend Mo from these forums)

Zafira had a old contact who had become an agent, and her got her a Johnson meet reluctantly, with the understanding that his specialty was placing interesting persons on the 'pito' network. Their run would not be for cash, but instead for traded favors.

A friend of a friend of the group, Dog the Hunter, mentioned that he knew of some wharf rat reclaim jumpers, called the 'Spit Hand Scavengers', that had a dead or alive bounty of 1600NY per member.

Oddly enough, Dog left, thinking he might have a lead on the hottest bounty of all, Fastjack, and the group collected Ty and Bel Aire for their potential run instead. The Johnson met Zafira at a open air cafe in Westlake. The Johnson's guards showed themselves, and warned Zafira to play nice, then the Johnson showed up herself. The Johnson stated the terms: in exchange for this run, P2.0 IDs would be exhanged for the group; a possible bonus would be worked out if the group avoided detection.

Ms. Johnson wanted to know if the group could handle a underwater reclaim run.
Zafira said yes.
Ms. Johnson asked her if the group could handle a high quality biometric safe crack.
Zafira said yes.
Ms. Johnson pointed out the reclaim site in question was outsourced but really owned by Aztechnology.
Zafira said no problem.

Ms. Johnson passed over rough schematics of the underwater former 'Paragon Inc.' offices and descriptions of a simsense disk in a executive safe. She did not elaborate, save to say if the simsense data was copied, the payment was null and void. Ms. Johnson included the contact information for 'Froggie', a scavenger who illegally scouted the reclaim site.

Zafira rapped with 'Froggie' and got some more details from him...mainly that there was an unopened vault office suite inside the building. She sent 'Froggie' some party tools in the hopes they could become direct contacts in the future.

After all this networking, the action junkies of the group were chomping at the bit to shoot something. They went down to the wharf sprawls on the new seaside of Hyde Park and went to work.

The group were among hundreds of sprawled shanties pushing up to the wharfside, which made pretty good cover. The site itself was the subject of six droned protectors, two floating strobe lights that cast illumination heedless of who liked it for 800feet to the edges of the Reclaim, and four drone Light Combat Vehicle boats. Meanwhile, 30 or so wharfside locals had assembled to watch the group about their preparations (moving respirators, checking weapons, summoning spirits, contacting the local node.) In a few moments, a group of particular wharf residents showed up in a combat jeep. The observing locals largely took that as their clue to go back inside. The group looked almost as divergent from the wharf population as the runners. The newly arrived group watched the runner's progress quietly, almost taunting them, while speaking with a few locals who were sure to point the runners out. They took no other actions, however.

Bel Air Bill tried to subvert the visual and motion sensing feed of the drone node network, but failed, making a small notation in the system security record under ID 'Carmen Sandiego'.

Dirty Old Bob and Miko went over a few summoning scenarios, but settled on water spirits, Bob's to move the group beneath the waves and Miko's more powerful water spirit to conceal them from view. Whether or not they avoided contact at the moment they entered the site was unclear-the drone strobe lights moved forward 20 feet, but this was not unusual for them (they floated around all night.)

Bel Air Bill had fitted the group with respirators, so the elemental's movement was rapid and without note. The group entered the underwater Paragon building, which was tilted forward 30 degrees, and worked along their map using the elevators to the speculated upon 'sealed executive floor'. They found signs of it, and Zafira got to work popping the vault walls. The opening of the vault walls shifted a lot of water pressure, and the floor the group was on, newly drowned office and all, now had a foot of air clearance in it. The group split up to locate the safe, and then Zafira got to work. Meanwhile, the runners raided the office of any valuables they could locate, coming away with about five comlinks that were in vogue three years ago, a corporate Katana for Paragon Inc, and the rings and affectations of seven or so nearly mummified bodies.

Zafira alerted the group that the safe was beyond her...just as promised, it was a foundation-connected biometric reader which was still functioning--one wrong move and the contents were flushed with acid and a sattelite signal was sent to any still contracted security. The safe needed the retinal scan of someone with access, so the group brought over a body Holovid Kid just happened to be holding--he looked executive--and the lock popped anticlimatically. The group got the goods..13 sheafs of epaper (libraries worth of internal documents), 4 plastic coated chips, one of them presumably the simsense chip they came for.

The runners left. As an afterthought, Dirty Old Bob put his remaining waterspirit on watching the exit as the group moved out. The spirit thought 'watcher duty' was beneath it, and refused to count that as a 'service' performed. The water spirit let Bob know that the wharf local group the runners observed above were now in a boat on the edge of the reclaim site, and that two watcher spirits were bringing a big fish over to them.

Once free of the elevators, Bob assensed that the two 'watchers' were in fact water spririts, and that the shark they goaded to the runner group was A: Awakened B: The size of a Van and C:Very very angry.

As the group went 'o shit' and began their readiness, the red skinned shark with two strange clawed human arms closed on them at 110 miles per hour. They were in for a serious battle, underwater, backed into an elevator shaft.

TBC! (comments, suggestions, additions, details always appreciated!)