G'morning Chummer.

[Turtlicious]

Hey, it's a Spam Play you know how it is. I got a story for you and will ask for suggestions ==> Is what you put before you answer so I know it's an answer.

You wake up hitting the alarm with your hand, it's a good day to do work in the mean streets of LA. You quickly rinse the sweat off your body and throw a small Cred-Stick to the whore you laid with last night. You rub your eyes wearily and turn on your commlink, patchin' in too the wifi in the city. Your computer greets you by name.

What is your name again?

[Caelum]

==> Turd


Huehuehue I'm 12.

[Turtlicious]

"Good Evening Turd, How are you today? This is your agenda for tonight" Oh just fuckin' great, some slot-head messed around with the settings on your board. You sigh as you pull up the registry database and type in your real name using your Neural Link.

What was your name again?

[Sporian]

Snake Plisskin.

[Caelum]

==> Jack

[Kill Bones]

==> Yagsa Rosol

[Turtlicious]

<Jack Rosol> You think into the neural interface, as you walk down the street. The computer beeps at you, "You have 3 jobs on the Agenda Jack, which one would you like to do first?" A screen dance before your eyes, listing three bulletin boards. You scratch the short hairs on your chin as you look at them. All three are from the same Johnson, it looks like he wants you to work overtime tonight.

The first job is simple, or so it would seem. Some poor sap hasn't paid the proper dues, now it's time to collect, you've gotta grab his car and drive it to Johnson's private garage. The other two are Matrix jobs, one's a job for a telemarketing firm: They want a list of Architects who are using a particular service, helping them expand their clientelle. The other is a Sinner who want's his SIN (Serial Identification Number) wiped from another Johnson's database. None of the jobs are particularly glamorous, but as a Runner you need to pay the bills.

Which do you do first?

[Turtlicious]

You continue to walk, thinking for a moment. "Are you still there?" Your computer asks you plaintively.

Which Job are you doing first?

[Caelum]

==>The Sinner

[Turtlicious]

<Call up the SINner> you think at your commlink, <Tell him I'll be there in thirty,> you put the keys into your diesel gas guzzling car and drive off. In the back seat is your trusty Ares Tech Assault Rifle and a few surprises for any dweebs who might try to rip you off. The servos in your arm squeal as you drive. You sometimes miss the cartilage in your elbow, but damn you're glad they didn't chop the thing off. It taught you to be careful. It taught you runs are deadly.

As you pull off of your Exit you get a message from the Comm, "SINner says Wintermute" That was the go sign, it meant the Johnson left the club and you could get to his computer. You pull up to Chromium, a popular club in Seattle, and are nearly assaulted by the overtly-loud dubstep and the amount of civvies flooding in and out of the club. You see two Troll bouncers at the front gate and you have no idea about the security inside.

Alright Chummer, how do you want to go about this?