A little bit of fluff for you.
I have no idea if/when I’ll run the final “Pawns” mission, but this is the start of the meet.
The shadows have been unusually quiet lately, it was as if they were holding their breath before a storm. The call you received early in the morning seemed much overdue. Though you’ve gotten messages like this a dozen times before, your fixer telling you to head to The Dead End Bar for a meet, your fixer felt the need to remind you to run your commlinks in passive mode. Heading to the meet through the deserted warehouse district it quickly became apparent why, shortly on entering the area you receive a message saying “The Dead End is closed for a private function. Security is on alert.”
The club’s security is nothing to laugh at, after all its as much a runner hangout as it is a thriving club. Plus the streets around aren’t patrolled by the Knights. You arrive at the club to see it practically deserted. A sleek black sports car is sprawled across several spaces in the lot, completely ignoring the lines, a familiar battered white van parked next to the building, and the other runner’s rides parked a respectable distance from the sports car.
Entering the dimly lit bar your commlink immediately protests at losing its signal. The familiar figure of Das is behind the counter polishing glasses. Cerra is sitting at a nearby table sporting a “sexy secretary” look as opposed to her normal soldier look. Before her are piles of documents and assorted objects. She has a mix of chess pieces, stones, gems, and other things not easily identified. The rest of the runners are sitting at various tables with bottles of the house beer as they watch the final figure in the room.
At the bar with his back to the room and a bottle of top shelf vodka resting next to his chromed left hand is the elusive Johnson known as Shade. He’s viewed as an urban legend on the streets with a history that cannot be verified. People tread carefully when they think he might be watching, a true ghost of the shadows. Typically Cerra acts as his representative to conduct meetings for his jobs. Those who meet with him in person only get the chance after they’ve been thoroughly vet’ed and earned Cerra’s approval. His presence shows the magnitude of the job.
Taking a final drink from the bottle he turns to the group, his eyes glowing red as he appraises the assembled crowd. Silence falls over the room as the idle talk and drinking stops, the only ones still working being Cerra and Das. Shade gets straight to the point, “We’ve got a job for you. We need your help destroying a God…”