Time: Began on July 8th and ended July 10th.
Shadowrunners: Reynard, Pattern, Leningrad Cowboy and Red Partisan.
Results: The team were able to get the identity of the thief (Nurse Andrea Vanska) and catch him in the act, but they were not actually able to catch him. After a brief shoot-out he got away in a yellow hummer with two Tamanous agents. Thus they earned half their promised pay, 5,000 a head.
Introduced: Dr. Jacques Latarget, Dupont & Ink, Andre Vanska, Café Bardot
Other: The Vory start following Pattern, suspecting him of being involved with the hit on The Tarnished Star. They now know where he lives and works.
A corporate strike team riding in an Ares Dragon helicopter pulled a job at the same time as the stake-out erupted, approximately three city blocks over. Who they were or what they were after was not elucidated upon, but they did demolish the top floor of the building they’d invaded.
It’s a bright and warm Sunday morning in District 17. While a great many people are sleeping off hangovers you are all tottering along the cobblestones that lay between the Hausmannian architecture which dominates the Batignolles. Francois had called the day before, saying there was work to be had and who were you to argue if the Johnson wanted to meet for breakfast on a roof-top patio?
Staring at your reflections in the elevator on the way up towards Café Bardot, some of you wonder why the Johnson isn’t going by any of the usual aliases such as “Hans Brackhaus”, “Ned Lud” or the perennial Mr. Johnson. Once a waitress has you all seated at a booth that provides a breathtaking view looking southward across the district, towards the heart of Paris, you soon figure this out. The man who comes to join you is plainly not a corporate or street Johnson who does this for a living.
Middle-aged and rather portly for an elf, Dr. Jacques Latarget introduces himself as the owner and head surgeon at Cybernetique de NuYu – a small, legitimate cybersurgery clinic which lay not three blocks from where you are eating. Dr. Latarget is dressed in the clothes of a man who values comfort over style and judging from his body language and the stress in his voice, he needs all the comfort he can get.
“Hello, I gather you are the specialists that Francois has recommended to me?”
“Well, I shall do my best to provide you with what you need to do the job and to do it discretely. Mine is a simple problem, which threatens to become complex. A person or persons have been stealing organs, cyberware and drugs from my clinic. This has happened twice in the past month. Both times it seems that our security was shut down from the outside by some…decker I guess you call them? This would always happen around one in the morning and the thief always seemed to be able to sneak past our security guard with the goods.”
“After the second time I simply began disconnecting my clinic from the local telephone grid every night when I closed up. Luckily I am able to do this as we subcontract any long-term recovering patients to a nearby Docwagon franchise. This was a week ago and I haven’t been robbed since. However, I don’t have any feeling of closure and I think that the thief or thieves will simply come up with a new way of robbing me – perhaps during the day or even using violence”.
He takes a long sip of his tea as your breakfasts are brought to the table. A breeze blows the Doctor’s napkins away but Leningrad Cowboy nimbly picks them out of the air before they can sail over the railing.
“I’d call the police but even the most innocent of losses at a clinic will bring up the spectre of organlegging. All those news magazine shows have everyone convinced that every privately run clinic is making money on the side by ‘losing’ organs off the back of a truck, as it were. I know I would lose a good deal of business if this were to get out you know?”
”So I’m turning to you not only for your skills but also for your discretion. I believe Francois has already discussed the terms?”
He had. You were to be paid 5,000 each upon discovering who was behind the thefts and another 5,000 each if you could bring the thief or thieves to justice.
“Ah, good. I suppose I could bring one of you inside the clinic to have a look around, under the pretence of your being a patient perhaps…but otherwise I’d prefer you keep an eye from afar. I can’t have you conducting formal interviews with my staff as if you are policemen, it would be all too easy for one of them to post about it on the Matrix or let slip while out drinking…right now myself and the other surgeon at my clinic, Dr. Krieger, are the only ones who know about the thefts.”
He hungrily stuffs a croissant into his mouth, the third of the morning.
“I’d like this to be resolved in a week’s time if possible. Now, do you have any questions?”