03JAN2061: Kozmo walks into the smoky confines of Moon's
Shine. It's a Monday night and the dance music is blaring.
The heavy bass of the music puts Kozmo in a good mood. He's
slightly out of place here, but at least the music has him
at ease. He looks around the room and quickly locates the
table where Jared Connelly sits talking on his cellphone.
Kozmo cooly walks over. As he approaches Jared notices him
and a gets a big smile on his face. He motions for Kozmo
to sit down with him, Kozmo hears the tail end of Jared's
"Five-to-one odds? I'll take a piece of that. I want 500
nuyen on the Screamers to win and put 100 on the Arrows.
Detroit? Nah, I don't want any of that drek. I lost 200
on those fraggin' slobs last week. Neh? Yeah, that's it.
I'll catch up with you tommorrow omae." With that he flips
his cellphone shut and focuses his smile on Kozmo. "Well,
well my young protege, what are you drinkin' tonight? Let
me guess...vodka, straight up?" Jared motions to a waitress,
"Bring my friend here a vodka and another soy beer for me."
"I guess you heard about the run already?" Kozmo says with
a wry smile on his face.
"Yeah, I talked to Chico yesterday. Sounds like everything
worked out for you omae. I heard you did some sweet talking
too. I'm impressed. Not to many newbies would have the balls
to stand up to a guy like Chico. You did good standing up
for yourself. No one in this business is going to give a
frag about you except you. Remember that." Jared pulls a
cigar out of his inside coat pocket and lights it up. As
he takes the first few puffs of his cigar the waitress shows
up with their drinks. "Well, congratulations on your first
official run." The two men take a swig of their drinks.
"What can I do for you now? You here for more work?"
"Well, whatever you got I'll take, but I'm really here
about some gear I need."
"What can I do you for?" Jared sits up straight and immediately
takes a more serious position.
"My normal hardware just wasn't adequate on that run. I
need something that'll pack more of a punch. I popped a
guy 4 times from across the room with my Colt America and
I think I just annoyed him more than anything." Kozmo scrunches
his face in distaste.
"Yeah, I knew you'd come around on that. I know you like
that light drek when you're doing second story stuff, but
in this biz you need some punch. Do you have anything in
"I did some pokin' around on the Matrix. I think I could
use an Ares Predator III. Can you handle that for me. I'd
like it as soon as possible."
"No problem. I'll give you a call later this week.
"Yup, that'll do me." With that Kozmo takes the rest of
his drink in one swig and begins to get up. "I'd like to
stay, but I'm meeting someone."
"Keep your nose clean omae."
Kozmo gets out of a taxi at Totti's a small Italian cafe
in Seattle. He strolls into the restaurant and looks around.
He heads to the bar and sits down at the end facing toward
the door. He motions to the bartender, a hulky Italian whose
head and body meld seamlessly together, "Hey Joey is Crazy
"He's out back talking to the boss, he said you should
wait for him here. You want the usual?" Joey begins pouring
him a vodka before Kozmo can even answer.
"Thanks." Kozmo takes off his jacket and positions himself
so that he can see the trideo monitor above the bar. There's
an urban brawl game starting, the Seattle Screamers against
the Sioux Council's Lakota Arrows. This must be the game
Jared was betting on. About 15 minutes later Kozmo feels
the sting on his back as a giant hand crashes down on him.
"Aha, Sasha! My brother the cossack!" A booming voice exclaims
in a thick Ukrainian accent, "Are you here to tell me story
of your wonderful exploits!" Ivan, Kozmo's brother sits
down next to him, "Joey, I tell you that little brother
is beginning life of crime and deceit? He fancies himself
a Shadowrunner!" Joey the bartender smiles and slides a
glass of vodka towards Crazy Ivan. "Shadowrunner...bah!
You are a cossack!"
"Hey Kozmo, you never said nothin' 'bout that to any of
the boys. Why you wanna mess around with that fraggin' drek?
I bet the boss could use you full time." Joey says.
"I bet he could, but you know me...I'm better on my own."
Kozmo smiles uneasily.
"Enough Sasha, tell big brother about your first run. I
want all details." Ivan takes a swig of his drink and settles
into his seat at the bar.
"Ok Vanya," Sasha shifts in his chair to face his brother,
"I got a call from my fixer Jared on friday night. Turns
out there's a club named the Digital Ducats that needs some
protection. The owner is looking for some runners to keep
the drek out. I figure its as good a start in the biz as
any, not to mention the club is whiz bang, so I don't mind
spending my New Year's down there. Worst case, nothing happens
and I spend the night listening to good music checking out
the ladies." The two brothers laugh. "So I get there and
the guy has about 5 runners. There's a fraggin' huge troll
who looks military, some dorky lookin' mage, some tribal
hunter, and an ork mage. They all seem to have their drek
together. The bar owner wants us to protect the place from
some humanis polyclub hit that's supposed to go down. He's
gonna pay us if somethin' or nothin' happens, so I figure
its a good deal."
"You get paid to sit around and watch girlies at club?
Maybe I should get into this Shadowrunning?" Ivan laughs
and slaps his brother's back again.
"Hold up omae, I wish it went that easy. We scope the place
out. The other guys seem reasonable and know what to do.
We spread out to cover all the doors. Its a madhouse though,
people packed in like sardines. Before we know it, we start
hearing gun fire and people are getting mowed down everywhere.
I think there were a few of these people in the club already
and the others came in through the doors with no problem."
Kozmo takes another swig of his vodka, finishing it off,
and signals Joey for a refill, "I jump behind the DJ booth
because two of these drek bust in not more than 10 feet
from me. Luckily for me, the crowd shielded me from the
gun fire. I look across the club and two of these fraggin'
scumbags are right by the dorky mage and one of them is
letting loose with an SMG. I figure I got some time before
I need to worry about the punks that came in by me, not
to mention the tribal has got my back. So I start poppin'
shots off at this guy across the room. Unfortunately these
fraggin' pea-shooters I carry don't do enough damage so
I'm really just pissin' the guy off." Kozmo cringes as his
brother chuckles and slaps the bar with his hand.
"Ha, I tell you! You need man's gun, not sissy guns!"
"Yeah, well I just came from a meeting with Jared and I'll
have that fixed before my next run."
"Good, you'll be a real cossack now!"
"Anyway Vanya, we do pretty well considering the circumstances.
These punks have their own mage that seems to be pretty
whiz-bang. The two mages with the group take care of her
null sheen. Meanwhile the troll is a one man wrecking crew
mowing down these punks and the tribal takes out the two
by us. She's poppin' them with these stun rounds out of
her shotgun...winds up cuttin' their throats to finish them
off, I didn't get that. Maybe some tribal thing where she
needs the blood on her hands...I don't know."
"Sasha, sounds like you were successful on your first
"Well, I guess so. After we finish them off the ork mage
notices a bomb on one of them. Turns out they're all rigged
to blow. We get the frag out of there just before the whole
places blows. Turns out it wasn't enough to blow the building,
but just mess the place up. Unfortunately the other mage
doesn't know when to just bust out of some place. He got
caught in the blast. I think he's learned his lesson. When
somebody yells bomb and runs, you should probably follow
them. He wasn't hurt too bad. I think the bonus money we
got for keeping the damage to a minimum will help him shake
off the pipe that was blown through his side." Kozmo finishes
his second drink and slides the glass back to the bartender.
"Sasha, the cossack! Sounds like you did good. We will
celebrate tonight!" Ivan finishes his drink in one final
swig and puts his arm over Kozmo's shoulder, "Tonight the
brothers Shevchenko will paint the town red! And since you
have all this spare cred, I will let you do the buying!"
Ivan lets out a bellowing laugh as the two get up from the
bar and head out of the restaurant together.