Date: November 12, 2073 – April 14, 2074
Location: Zurich Orbital
Mr. Johnson: Jack Gold
Team – 1st Half: Hawkeye, Jack Gold, Ng’atuny, Sancho, Tall Boy
Team – 2nd Half: Jack Gold, Joker, Mad Dog, Rajah, Tall Boy
Nov 13, 2073 – Between Paris and the Zurich was mostly a blur. I know that we were extracted, and I know I probably slept for a few hours before we were dragged before the corporate court. I’m not sure exactly what was said to everyone else, since they brought us in for one-on-one interviews. I do know that during my interview they grilled me on what happened in Paris, what my connections to Terra-First were, and if I was interested in some payback… that’s something that I’d definitely be interested in.
When the interview was over I had some nuyen in my pocket, a 4 month reservation at Zurich’s top hotel, and a job recruiting assets for a job infiltrating the Terra-Frist organization in Amazonia.
March 10, 2074 – Well, it’s been quite a year so far. I spent a lot of it under the knife doing some upgrades and quite a bit of simsense training. Got some upgrades and some survival skills and ‘ware. After all, who needs money when the whole world’s gone to shit?
This whole deep cover thing feels right… like I’ve done it before. When they asked me if I was attached to my face, what could I say? I only know it because I’ve been looking at it in the mirror for a few months. I’m not even sure it’s the original model.
I’ve started recruiting a team from my former running associates. Tall Boy’s the only player from Paris that I trust. Even though he tried to kill me, he was just working the job… exactly what I’d expect from a tactical asset. I tapped Mad Dog as well. Someone sprung him from isolation on the moon. Apparently the virus that he’d contracted was cleaned out… or at least I hope so. I also called on Joker and Rajah… where we’re going we’ll need magical and tech support. I just hope that they can keep it together when the lead starts flying.
I think everyone’s cover is believable, if not air tight. I know that Tall Boy and myself won’t have any problems, but I might need to smooth out some rough edges once we meet up with Santiago.
April 14, 2073 – Plans always last until first contact, right? We headed down the gravity well on an Aztech marked sub-orbital. We had an insertion point to fake the crash, and instead we actually crashed about 80 clicks short of our destination– shot down by some fighter planes out of Argentina, I think. We hit the ground and were thrown straight into the shit… a firefight with local freedom fighters. Lead started flying immediately, and we were unprepared, and possibly outmatched. Once people started falling on each side we turned to negotiations. In return for the medical supplies on the plane, we bargained for passage to Amazonia.
For some reason it feels like we’re going from the frying pan to the fire.
Rewards: Everyone received 3 karma. The team selected for the mission in Amazonia also received an advanced payment of 200,000 nuyen, each.