Thornhill - Casanova
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Cyberpunk
Streets of Fire
01
In Character
Not backing down. Never backing down.
The Afterlife
Watson
“Hey Choom! I know you’re probably wondering how I found your email address, but that’s the beauty of having netrunners on the payroll right? Anywho, I heard from some chooms in low places that you’re in between a regular crew and fixer, luckily it seems we can both help each other out, I just so happen to need a group of talented edgerunners for a job that’s cropped up, real simple and easy eddies. If it sounds like something you’d be interested in, drop down to the Afterlife and ask for Eddie. We’ll be set for a respectable chunk of change (split fairly, of course) and if all goes well, this could be the beginning of a very profitable relationship.
I look forward to hearing from you : )”
"That E-Mail was too damn casual." Eddie thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Occupying a booth in one of the VIP lounges of the Afterlife, so far, the few potential mercs that had shown up in the early hours of the afternoon had been duds, junkies and fuck ups who were untouchable in terms of doing biz with. He idly nursed his drink as one of the crews that had recently come into Rogue's favor entered the bar, their raucous laughter and sounds of levity caused Eddie to frown. Memories of his past friendships and crew floated to the surface of his mind, but now wasn't the time or place to reminisce. Removing his suit jacket and suppressing the unwanted memories, he set the jacket beside him on the booth. Movement caught Eddies eye, a man with dressed in leather and adorned with the oh so familiar arachnidesque optics of a maelstromer slid into one of the adjacent booths surrounding the small table where a laptop and shard cases lay along with Eddies drink. "Konrad, how nice of you to swing by." Eddie's voice remained even, poised, some might even mistake him for a corpo with his preferred style of dress and professional attitude, and some might even call him a poser, but if there was one thing Eddie valued over anything, it was professionalism, in appearance and exection.
The afformentioned Maelstormer simply nodded and sipped from his drink. A David Martinez by Eddie's approximation, if anything the boosterganger had good taste in mixed drinks. Konrad was one of the more agreeable members of Maelstorm, still given to the extreme cybermodification and violent nature of Maelstrom, but Konrad kept most of his organics and rationality intact unlike some of his compatriots. "Didn't think we'd be seeing each other so soon again, But I hope your group of sorry-ass gonks has their shit together, because Richter is sliding off the edge. Hard." Konrad said as took another draw from the drink in his hand. Eddie's frown deepened at the mention of his and Konrad's shared problem.
Eddie had been made aware of a local gang of Maelstromers running a XBD operation in Northside, nothing out of the ordinary but enough to pique his interest, a potential client looking to shut it down could mean a sizeable payday for himself. What happened instead was that he was approached by an executive from Ronin Records, Kerry Eurodyne's personal label. Coincidentally one of said producer's hottest rising stars and meal ticket had disappeared after playing some dives in Watson. Being the smart cookie that he was, Eddie put his feelers out, and turned out Konrad, second in command and friend of Richter, head of the local collection of Maelstrom gangs and soon to be cyberpyscho if Konrad's report held any water. "How bad?" Eddie said as he nursed his own whiskey and silently began accelerating his timetable. "I known Richter a long time, guy's no angel, but the things he does recently is extreme. Even for me, to the point where the meatsacks the gang has been using don't make it past one recording session." Konrad shook his head as he continued. "Getting chipped multiple times damn near every week, tweaking the fuck out on his chooms, hell he even went on a rampage that killed two of our new guys a couple of days ago over a fucking scopdog. Now he's abducted that pop bitch and brought a shit ton of attention to our operation, and managed to piss off Dum Dum. He's gotta go."
Externally, Eddie's face remained impassive, but internally he was sweating bullets. Richter going cyberpsycho and skinning their girl alive would be disastrous for his rep, and a blow he doubted he could quickly recover from. Luckily, a ping from his netrunner notified him of more of his potential candidate approaching the Afterlife. A small smirk turned the corners of his lips as Eddie leaned forward and tented his fingers. "I believe the solutions to our mutual problem are on their way."
Code by Nano
