2013 08 07 3

Wed Aug 7 2073 The Warrens. Tyson senses something is….off. The leader of shadowrunner crew The Loteks checks his watch- something ain't right. Sensors up! Bullets spang into the armored van! Machine gun burps and revved cars. It's all blur- We're getting jumped!, shouts Dot.Matrix. Another runner team, it's an anti-extraction if you will. Actions and time blur, slowing down, then picking up too fast to process. Some kind of explosion. Magic and cordite burns the air. Images of Dot.Matrix bleeding on the floor, and Caleb the hired merc firing his gun- and retreating? Leaving the team to these….dogs. Simon rocks himself in a semi-catatonc state.