:: Iblis quickly accesses her deck and creates a file with all the photos in it. She sends a quick thought and the deck begins to download it. ::

"I guess the show is over then. Everyone ok with me calling Mr. J?"

"Three dead, one barely alive... What a quota..." Ohanzee is visibly depressed.
Ohanzee takes two massive rounds off his belt and slowly slides them into the magazine of his Remington.
He then leans the rifle against a wall and draws his two Savalette Guardians.
He walks ahead of Olga as they approach the drone. All his sense enhancements at maximum efficiency as he scans the area for further drones and assailants.


I'm Sorry!!! Apparently the eMail notifications didn't work properly and I don't check this forum manualy. I thought the game had died! Just yesterday I received an eMail that someone has posted... I hope I'll post regularly again now. I definately will check this thread manualy every few days.

"Go ahead and call the J, Iblis. Worst case, he can help with the cleanup. Ok, you and Ohan pull back. I don't think there's anything else to see with the drone."

That can't be it. They must have been expecting some kind of resistance...

Marcus keeps up his patrol around the rooftops, certain a second attack or a retalitory strike is on it's way.

Ohanzee relaxes slightly and looks at Olga. Without any further comment he then walks back to guard shack.
Inside he holsters his two heavy pistols and picks up his rifle again.

"So I guess it's back to guard duty, right?", he says as he turns to leave and resume his patrol.

:: Iblis, with a quick thought, dials the number left for contact.::

"Ok all, Mr. J is ringing. I guess we are all done with this party pack."

:: She gives Olga a big grin.::

Senate answers the phone on the second ring, motioning with his offhand as he recognizes Iblis.

"I see. Very well. I will be there shortly."

Fifteen minutes later, the heavy BMW sedan pulls up into the parking lot. Senate exits from the passenger side, glancing around before coming to view the bodies. His expression betrays nothing as he examines them briefly before reaching into his inner coat pocket. He hands Iblis six certified credsticks in the amount of five thousand nuyen each.

"Payment in full for the job. With this development, we won't be needing your services anymore. My employer wishes to thank you all for your efforts."

Marcus accepts the credstick with a nod and a slight smile, and heads off to pack up his gear.

This definately goes down in the history books as the one run that didn't go wrong..

Taking the credstick with an expressionles face Ohanzee wanders off to the shack to gather up his gear. Carefully he places everything in the trunk of his car, going twice to get everything. He seems to lighten up a bit as he closes the trunk with an audible but not-too-loud bang.
"Okay everybody. Parting time. It's been great working with all of you. If you ever feel you might need my assistance, give me a call and I'll see what can be done.", says he as he passes around business cards in plain white with only a number in small and un-ornamented black numbers.
Deep inside he hoped they would never call but his conscience knew that contacts where vital to business. A business that was feeding him. Feeding him poisoned food. Killing him slowly...

Without further good-byes he enters his car and drives off, through the gloomy wheather of Seattle, heading for an uncertain future.

:: Iblis throws her credstick to Olga with a smile and a wink. ::

"That should clear my debt at the bank of OK for this month."

:: She grabs her bag and does a slow walk around Senate. She pauses to make eye contact. ::

" It was fun."

:: She heads to the Jeep and hops into the passenger side. She sticks her head out yelling to Olga. ::

"Let's go!! I can not stand another moment of this crushing sobriety!! Mr. J has paid and it's time to shop and rock!!"

This brings our adventure to a close. Everyone receives three points of karma.

-=blinkblink=- That's a new one for me. A normal, completed run on the forums.

There's going to be a follow up, right? Right?