<em><strong>Seattle, UCAS, March 2072<br/></strong></em><br/>Within the long shadows cast by the AAA Megacorps, all persons exist.  But only because of those shadows do some people live.  Those people are the shadowrunners, the deniable operatives that are hired to wage war amongst the elite of the elite, those whose true existences must never, never be revealed, lest they find themselves out of their line of employment, forever.<br/><br/>Most corporate warfare is relatively small-time (when you consider the sides warring have several trillion nuyen in resources and pan-global operations delving into the most cutting edge technologies), but sometimes, sometimes, one side decides to take it up a notch, decides to go beyond the pale, decides to do something big.  And these big things, well…<br/><br/>…they cast the longest, darkest shadows of them all.  And suddenly the world itself lies in the shadow of a dark and forbidding tower.<br/><br/>In a little corner of Seattle called Tarislar, there is an apartment that belongs to one of these shadowrunners.  This particular one - street name Pathfinder - is a Technomancer, one of a new breed of hackers that works the Matrix with nothing but their mind.  No fancy equipment, no programs, just what's in their head.  As you might imagine, this sort of thing makes them highly invisible to the public (though no Technomancer in their right mind would give away their identity by refusing to carry a commlink) and their usual methods of surveillance.<br/><br/>This one is about to get a call from a friend, about a job, a job that will require more than the usual assistance.  A job that will bring in another of the shadow community's best.