The clock showed 3:46am when the telecom went off. Its harsh metallic sound echoing around the room. With a hum-click the screen came on. Its green screen with a black line moving up the screen burned its light into the room and showed the face of a clean cut white male. You recognize his as Chance a fixer you had gone to see. Since then you have been awaiting your first real job as a Runner. Be at 113 Plaza Street tomorrow at midnight. You will be meeting a Johnson who is looking for some hired help. I have told him to expect you. Don't be late.  The a click and the fading sound of static the telecom turns itself off. The room returns to silence and darkness.