I will probably skip over the introduction/negotiation and so on as I find they tend to drag a fair bit, especially online.  So I will probably handle that in a meta/OOC way.  So any questions, rolls, and so on should be made here and don't have to be made in character, as well as a rough plan of attack.  From there we can hopefully jump into the action.<br/><br/>Characters can also begin with 10 additional karma and 12,000 additional nuyen.  Make sure to track where it goes, and please don't add it until you are done creation.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Summary</strong><br/><br/>The group has been hired by a wealthy Seattle individual not only to carry out an immediate job, but to do multiple jobs.  The first job is to kill a local businessman and crime lord.  He is in a highly secured, secret, location somewhere in Seattle. <br/><br/>The exact location is unknown.  The precise method of finding it will be left up to the runners.  A known and possible avenue does exist in the businessman’s habit of recruiting up and coming starlets with promises of wealth and fame.  It usually ends with the starlet being fucked by the businessman, and his tastes have been growing increasingly dark.<br/><br/>The exact defences are unknown.  However it is known that he has deals with several local gangs.  They deliver meat and muscle, he pays in cash and protection.  All reports indicate he has some sway with Knight Errant.<br/><br/><strong>Rough Introduction</strong><br/><br/>Mr. Johnson was a woman well into middle age.  She had aged gracefully and clearly took care of herself, but also had avoided the standard treatments for a woman of her wealth.  A web of wrinkles did little to detract from her regal beauty, and the simple but elegant dress she wore hinted at a body that men might still lust after. <br/><br/>The meeting was to take place in a mansion on the edge of Seattle, a massive building that was at least a century old hidden inside of a massive plot of gardened land.  The security was in layers.  A security guard at the gate, drones in the gardens, and a heavily-implanted giant of a troll in a suit at the front door.<br/><br/>The meeting room was a massive, but primitive, dining room.  The table was a monstrosity of wood, the walls were covered in paintings, and a grandfather clock chimed out the hour.  Mr. Johnson sat in a heavy wooden chair that dwarfed her petite frame, her eyes focused on an envelope in front of her.<br/><br/>“I am looking to retain your services for a period of a year, maybe more.”  Mr. Johnson informed those gathered, her voice soft yet strong.  “I have some work I need done, not just here in Seattle but around the world.  It will be difficult, and dangerous.”  Her eyes lifted from the envelope to meet the eyes of those she was looking to hire one by one.  “But lucrative.  I will pay well, and there will be many opportunities to earn above and beyond.”<br/><br/>“Take my first job for you.”  Mr. Johnson flipped over the envelope to reveal a broken wax seal.  “A rival of mine created a company a few years back, a front for his activity, but with the backing of someone far more wealthy and powerful than himself.  They have been working to meld magic and technology in various distasteful ways.  My rival felt it would be, fitting, to test one such device on a person of importance to me.  I responded.  You may have heard about the explosion out in Auburn last week.”<br/><br/>Mr. Johnson lifted the envelope and pulled out the contents.  Inside was a headshot of a woman, attractive and vaguely familiar to all present, and a piece of paper with the words ‘2040-2075’ handwritten on it in red ink.<br/><br/>“I want him killed.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>