<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Waltz<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 30's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No one/anyone<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fifteen minutes sound like a long time on paper, during planning, but in reality the run was over in a heartbeat. Miss Frost made a snide comment about her assets, broke the maglocks and the team was in. Fury grabbed the case and Waltz raided the electronics lab with Tempest and the others.<br/><br/><strong>“Don’t take what looks fanciest. Likely those are custom pieces that we can’t sell. Take what looks like standard issue: lab boxes and tool kits with manufacturer’s labels!”</strong>Waltz instructed them and then everyone grabbed what they could and ran. He would have loved to have more time for a second trip but time was of the essence and because their escape route left them vulnerable, he didn’t risk it on his first shadowrun. Who knew just how good corporate security in this place really was.<br/><br/>The getaway was simple, too. They loaded up the cart and just jogged down the access tunnel to the car. No one shot at them. There were no barghests chasing them. When they crawled up the manhole at the end of the tunnel, there weren’t a dozen gun barrels pointing down at them and no Lone Star choppers hovering overhead.<br/><br/>Findley didn’t fuck them over, either. Not more than Waltz expected anyway. He paid up and bought the stuff they had stolen. It was likely a ripoff of the worst kind but that’s what you get when you work with criminals. That’s what they had signed up for. At the end of the night, each of them had made 6000¥, which made a nice dent into his augmentation loans. Findley also offered some follow-up work, which sounded acceptable considering how smooth this run had went.<br/><br/><strong>”I will be there, Mr. Findley.”</strong>Waltz replied when the troll announced a meeting location. For now, he would relax a bit. The Tuxedo was his kind of club and eating and drinking on someone else’s tab in fancy restaurants and clubs was basically Waltz’s<em>profession</em>. Before he became a Shadowrunner, anyway.<br/><br/>Waltz almost fell off his chair at the thought.<br/><br/><em>I am a Shadowrunner!</em><br/>