Shadowrun - 35 - Run Hard, Die Fast by Odom Mel

Author:Odom, Mel [Odom, Mel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

35

"What happened to Cholonga?" Argent asked.

"Skinny I get is that he went on the corp-dole as a black-ops specialist and got geeked running what was supposed to be a buy-back from another corp. At least, that's the scan they're giving out."

"But you got it another way?" Argent said.

"Yeah. The street buzz is that Cholonga was a sacrificial offering. He blew up somebody at a corp where his boss corp was making nice-nice again. In order to do biz, the other corp wanted Cholonga's brainbox on a stick."

"You've got addresses for the others?" Argent asked. Cholonga would be missed on this op; he was a true professional.

"Yeah. You ready?"

Argent took a blank chip from his forearm and slotted it into the telecom. "Push it through."

"Coming."

The telecom whirred for a couple heartbeats. Argent scanned the encrypted information feeding into the chip.

"You got times and places on there." Rottstein said. "An LTG if your timetable gets fragged along the way."

Argent took the chip out of the telecom and housed it inside his arm again. "Thanks."

"Null sweat." Rottstein said. "Just keep your head low, omae. You're one of the few who I can still do biz with and not end up with herniated bowels 'cause I'm trying not to drek myself."

Argent punched the Disconnect and crossed the street to Archangel. She had her sunglasses off as she studied the children's dresses. Her eyes were bronze with startling gold flecks in them. He couldn't quite identify the emotion in her eyes, but part of it was sadness.

"Like to buy something?" he asked.

Smoothly, the sunglasses slid back into place. Her expression was neutral when she turned to face him.

"No."

"You can have it sent."

"No. Cut to the chase."

"Sure." Argent led the way down the sidewalk, searching for an El Infierno cab. Most of them were armored up like tanks, and very few of them existed at all. "Do you speak French?"

"I speak eleven languages." Archangel replied. "French is one of them."

"Good, because speaking English in Quebec City isn't a good idea."

"We're headed to Quebec?"

"As soon as we can catch a plane." Argent replied. "We're going to be traveling a lot over the next few days."

* * *

The jet touched down in Quebec City at 21:43:11, local time. Secmen and sec-systems filled the airport.

Argent's cyberware sent the silent alarms into a panic frenzy as soon as he stepped off the plane.

A half-dozen men, rendered faceless by the riot helmets they wore and covered in kevlar, pointed their weapons at him. "Down on the "floor!" ordered a man with sergeant's chevrons marked on his shoulder. He spoke in French, then repeated himself in English. "Hands on your head!"

Argent complied, moving lithely into position and staring full into the sergeant's facemask. "I've got papers." he said in French. The remainder of the plane's passengers cowered in the tunnel leading to the jet.

The people in the airport itself stared in frozen curiosity.

The sec sergeant nodded to one of his men. The sec-man came forward cautiously, remaining small in the field of fire.

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