2019 08 05

Mon Aug 5 2079 Boston Metroplex, Location Unknown. A shadowrunner out of his element and perhaps in over his head, works the digital shadows of the matrix and a few of his contacts while out on a job. The gist? Dear DRACO Foundation: In need of a shadowrunner? Call Walker. The message, astonishingly, does not fall on deaf ears. Call it kismet/lady luck/mercury in retrograde. He doesn't hear back -yet- but he's on someone's radar, and if they need an extra set of hands - he just might be their first call. Or his last.