2013 08 07 5

Wed Aug 7 2073 The Warrens, near The Rez. The well equipped runner team removes Simon, his ill-fitted suit jacket flapping in the humid air. He pleads his case to one of the runners, a nice elven woman who seems only too eager to be convinced. Hook line and sinker she falls for his simple sniveling honesty. Guns are drawn, words are said and lines are crossed. The Johnson could be hosed if this isn't played right. Bang! The team is double crossed, in a way, and Simon and this new woman are on their own. Who knows what happens next.