<strong>10:00 AM - Tuesday, April 26, 2072</strong><br/><br/>The man that they were meeting was clearly well off.  His penthouse, where he had summoned the various runners for their meeting, was located on the 57th floor of a highrise, and would have had a breath-taking view of the Puget Sound if not for the weather.  Of course, the runners had been requested to use the loading bay and freight elevator, but that didn't make the place any less impressive.<br/><br/>They had been lead, one by one as they arrived, to a dining room with a bank of windows looking out towards the Arcology.  The woman who greeted them was a buxom, rather young looking, redhead dressed in an overly tight blouse and a knee-length skirt.  She ordered them each to wait in the dining room, and to not touch anything, then departed to meet the next.<br/><br/>The dining room itself was centered around a massive oak table, the chairs solid enough to support even the largest troll.  There were several doors leading from the room, all closed, and the windows that revealed the low clouds, heavy rain, and occasional lightning that had been the weather for several days now.