Shadowrun: Bullet with Butterfly Wings<br/><br/><em>My name is Alana Ma…  <br/><br/>No, my name is Lace.  <br/><br/>I like to think we all have justifications for what we do.  That there’s still enough human inside of us that we need a reason—or at least an excuse—to live this way.  I haven’t killed anyone yet, I don’t think, but I’ve helped my friend’s to do so.  I’ve stood buy and let my comrades riddle security guards with bullets so one corperation can thumb its’ nose at another.  I’ve then gone home and made friends with these people, gone to the virtual world and made love to them.  <br/><br/>I don’t think he would approve, but I’m doing this for my father.  Just like the people who stole him from me, I’ve become a disposable asset in the covert corperate wars, hoping that someday I’ll find out who hired them to take him, and where he is now, and why, so I can bring him home.  <br/><br/>I wonder if I can ever go home.  </em><br/><br/>Like the rest of her team, Lace woke that morning and slipped on her Augmented Reality glasses to find a translucent, softly glowing ivory envelope sitting beside her.  Slipping on her trodes, she winced a little at the tingles as her brain interfaced directly with the matrix.  For a moment she reeled at the double vision of seeing the envelope with her eyes and on the glasses lenses at the same time.  She removed them and reached over to open the envelope, finding within a simple letter.<br/><br/><em>I have a business opportunity that might interest you.  Please join me for lunch at the Hanging Gardens Salad Bar and Soy Grill, the table in the east corner.  <br/><br/>D. E. Johnson  </em><br/>