Just another day in the city.
Night City. Harsh and brutal, cold and indifferent, where a violent end is just around the corner for anyone who goes looking for one. A city of broken dreams, and the unreasonable hope that maybe, some day, one might be able to pull themselves out of the mire of going nowhere slow, and coming to a miserable end.
Night City, where back-alley deals and off-the-book "jobs" are plentiful and available, for those foolish enough to jump into a meat grinder, for hope of grabbing the brass ring on the other side.
This is one such story of a hundred others like it, a simple B&E job for one of the local Triad crews. In, out; no fuss, no muss, no bother.
Jack is the would-be heir apparent to the rock-n-roll lifestyle, if not for a string of hard luck and questionable decisions.
Sayoko: young, brilliant, with an incredible talent for computer systems, out in the world, and out from under the heel of her father's boot.
Lucky Larry, whose infectious charm could light up a room.
All they needed to do was grab a datafile; a manifest for a cargo ship coming in. They couldn't have known that a paramilitary organization was going to booby-trap that file, and baby-sit the arrival of that cargo ship.
When the pressure is on, and things turn South, it's a level head and a bit of dumb luck that will see you through to the other side.
Sayoko wouldn't be so lucky. Nor Larry, despite his namesake.
Young Sayoko. First big score out, catches a bullet in the skull.
Lucky Larry, already on a limp from getting tuned up by the Italian mob, takes a round in his already injured leg, and dies almost immediately from shock.
Jack the Rabbit, with his lucky rabbit's foot, manages to live to see another day. Now, he gets to see if he can find a street doc to pull the 10mm slug out of his leg before it gets infected, and has to hope that the boosted datafile wasn't in Sayoko's grey matter. He now also has to figure out what to do with the limp sack of meat that was once his associate.
Just another day in the city.
Night City. Harsh and brutal, cold and indifferent, where a violent end is just around the corner for anyone who goes looking for one. A city of broken dreams, and the unreasonable hope that maybe, some day, one might be able to pull themselves out of the mire of going nowhere slow, and coming to a miserable end.
Night City, where back-alley deals and off-the-book "jobs" are plentiful and available, for those foolish enough to jump into a meat grinder, for hope of grabbing the brass ring on the other side.
This is one such story of a hundred others like it, a simple B&E job for one of the local Triad crews. In, out; no fuss, no muss, no bother.
Jack is the would-be heir apparent to the rock-n-roll lifestyle, if not for a string of hard luck and questionable decisions.
Sayoko: young, brilliant, with an incredible talent for computer systems, out in the world, and out from under the heel of her father's boot.
Lucky Larry, whose infectious charm could light up a room.
All they needed to do was grab a datafile; a manifest for a cargo ship coming in. They couldn't have known that a paramilitary organization was going to booby-trap that file, and baby-sit the arrival of that cargo ship.
When the pressure is on, and things turn South, it's a level head and a bit of dumb luck that will see you through to the other side.
Sayoko wouldn't be so lucky. Nor Larry, despite his namesake.
Young Sayoko. First big score out, catches a bullet in the skull.
Lucky Larry, already on a limp from getting tuned up by the Italian mob, takes a round in his already injured leg, and dies almost immediately from shock.
Jack the Rabbit, with his lucky rabbit's foot, manages to live to see another day. Now, he gets to see if he can find a street doc to pull the 10mm slug out of his leg before it gets infected, and has to hope that the boosted datafile wasn't in Sayoko's grey matter. He now also has to figure out what to do with the limp sack of meat that was once his associate.
Just another day in the city.
