1. "Waterfront Condominiums and Hotel." - Your place.
2. "Big Bob's Stuffer Shack" - 'Big Ork Meals at Cheap Ork Prices, like momma used to make.' Specializes in soul food, notoriously large servings. You have a discount here, which is convenient for filling up before a run. There are no meals on the menu which don't include meat.
3. From left to right:
-Chairman Wok's (Pan-Asian cuisine)
-Garden of Eden (Vegan and Whole foods)
-Down Home Louisiana (Traditional Cajun grill)
-Starbucks (Cheap Soykaf by the barrel, but offers real coffee, if you're willing to pay for it.)
4. "Samuel's" - Hoity Toity dance club and retreat for rich white humans. Other races of humanity are allowed in, but Metahumans are turned away at the door.
5. "Under the Floorboards" - Scuzzy metahuman bar. Humans are technically allowed in, but might not leave in one piece if they overstay their welcome. Run by a massive Troll named Griff.
6. "Han's Computing" - Computer repair, electronic tools and program shop
7. "Gunz r Us" - Huge firearms chain. There's a shooting range in the back. Rumor has it they deal in illegal weaponry if you know a certain phrase (you don't, currently.)
8. "Fire and Ice" - Magic Shop, caters to all brands of magic, though the owner himself is a shaman rather than a mage.

The light grey represents other hotels. If you've rented a separate room, odds are it will be in one of these two places.

The beige is the start of a relatively large suburb.

The white buildings on the right are all warehouses, and the blue arrow points in the direction of the water, not far from your
building.

The nearest hospital is about a five minute drive down 42nd Street, past the suburbs.

The rooms on the right hand side are open to all members of the team and have simple deadbolt locks, nothing more. The safe room to the far right has a complicated electronic lock that needs codes from two or more team members to open (everyone was given an individual code upon check-in.) It would be a good place to store things that you don't want the cleaning lady to accidentally stumble upon, or to hide out in case of emergency, but it's almost prohibitively secure. Since it needs two or more people to open, you can't stash anything truly private in there. The common area has the usual amenities. Fridge, cooking supplies, media players, all sorts of stuff. The only access to the place is through an elevator at the front. Everyone was given an electronic card when they checked in, and you simply scan the card in the elevator and it will drop you off at your floor. There is no way to access floors you don't have the card for, so you don't know your neighbors.

-It was a high paying job, the kind you don't really turn down, even if you've got a bad feeling. That said, you never saw any of it, since you had to get the hell out. Your usual Johnson called it your 'Expense budget.'

-You don't know all that much about Johnson. He's a dark-skinned human, seems close to his late 40s. He won't tell you his real name or who he's working for. Real old-fashioned type. He's all business most of the time, but he pays well and up until now, none of his jobs have really been a bust. You use him frequently because he's extremely good at tolerating your BS.

-The job was a prison break in Detroit, busting a client out of a Knight Errant holding facility. It was going smoothly, very little violence, but the client was a plant. He pulled a gun and the alarms were triggered right away.

-You had to fight your way out in full force. You managed to get out after a huge amount of hassle, but you were then informed that you needed to flee the country, which leads us to 'present day' so to speak. You're here waiting for your heat to cool down and for Johnson to make sure all his sources are in order.

Real Name:Caewil McNamara
Alias: Cath
Age: 60
Gender: Female
Metatype: Elf
Specialization: Shaman/Face
Totem: Cat
Appearance:

Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes almost naturally to her, just like her ability to blend in with most social groups. Her augmented yellow cat eyes are the one feature that messes some with people’s first impressions of her, but then she has her second augmentation in tailored pheromones that usually helps smooth things over. She looks considerably younger than she is, even if a few wrinkles have appeared on her face.

Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered in a number of shamanistic tattoos in places where they are easy enough to cover up.

Personality: She has a great respect for the ancient spirits, nature and is particularly fond of felines. Her cat eyes is a feature that most would likely remember, but nevertheless she doesn’t regret having them installed as she claims to sense a greater respect towards her from the cat spirits. Sometimes it appears as if she's talking to herself when she's talking with her mentor spirit.

Caewil is confident to the point of arrogance, even if she knows how to tone down some aspects of her personality and show others more prominently depending on the requirements of the situation. She can be secretive and keep information to herself unless she deems it necessary for others to know it. Sly and deceptive, but above all she can be quite cruel when it comes down to it. Both Caewil and her mentor spirit enjoys playing with their enemies. She may go out of her way to harm someone before incapacitating them.

Bio: Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took an unexpected turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.

With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either. At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear 2032 in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.

Caewil grows more and more skilled in the magic school of conjuring under her mentor. She hones her skills as a Face during the years she spends in France too, assuming different identities in different circles until she is confident in most of them. After she begins to use her skills to con the rich in 2045, it’s a matter of time before she is forced to leave the country. She made mistakes that would teach her valuable lessons, but it was difficult for her to appreciate them back then because there were more than a few individuals that wanted her head on a plate and some of them got very close at times too. Thanks to some of her elven contacts, she is able to return home to Dublin in 2049, which has by then become Tir Na Nog.

She spends the following twenty years in Tir Na Nog, finding more luck in the politics and social life there than she had in France. It probably helped that she didn't attempt to con anyone too powerful or vindictive. It happens that she, from time to time, assists her people on the streets with her shaman skills. Her aid grows more and more rare as she gets a foot in with one of the Danaan families. Against her better judgement, she begins an affair with the wife of the head of a Danaan family. It does take a couple of years before her spouse finds out, but by then Caewil thinks she's found actual love. It makes her reluctant to leave the country as she knows would be best, but Mirage convinces her to do so just in time to avoid an early meeting with death.

Caewil isn't left with a lot of options regarding what country to travel too, and while she dislikes the idea of living in UCAS she is grateful she has any contacts left that will get her to another country. It's bad for business to mess with the Danaan. Once in the UCAS she lays low for a few years, and eventually becomes a shadowrunner.


Cyberware/Bioware:
Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.

Tailored pheromones. Cath’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.
Loadout: Several sets of different clothing, wooden quarterstaff, some reagents, Ares Vibroknife, Colt Asp, fake SINs.
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