Shadowrun: Blackbird Two: Combined Exercises by Russell Zimmerman

Author:Russell Zimmerman [Zimmerman, Russell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Catalyst Game Labs

SIX

SEPTEMBER, 2050

Everyone called Seattle the Wild fragging West, and everybody thought they were the damned cowboy. They all thought their set of wheels was the fastest horse in town, they all thought their wires or boosts made their gun the quickest, they all thought they were the hero, the mysterious badass, the special shadowrunner nobody could catch. Every two-bit hood thought they had nothing but potential and a bright, wealthy, future ahead of ’em. They all thought they were untouchable.

I’d spent about the year reaching out and touching the ones that had wronged Council Island.

The Road Ragers were an up-and-coming Seattle go-gang. Really invested in their wheels, really invested in their rep, really invested in their hyperviolent fun. So invested, in fact, that they’d pulled a big job. They wanted to be seen. They wanted to be noticed. They wanted their name to ring out throughout the whole Sprawl, by doing the impossible.

So, the Ragers rolled right up on Council Island. Stole a dump truck and rammed it through the checkpoint, just floored it down the highway, no subtlety, no tricks. Hyperviolence. Shock and awe.

Shively had been eating, birthday dinner with his little boy. The kid was turning five, wanted some Just-Men-Time for his birthday, he was tired of being stuck at home with his mom bossing him around and his baby sister getting all the attention. So the little man got to spend the day with his dad, looking at the paracritters, naming all the flowers and plants he found, then having a ritzy dinner at CI’s fanciest restaurant. But then, this. They were in the middle of bringing out his cake—they had diplomats singing his Happy Birthdays for him, this kid’s a charmer—and then the gunfire started.

The Road Ragers had gotten ahold of a couple big guns, and were just having a good ol’ time, taking potshots. High out of their gourds, blasting anyone who caught their eye.

Seven people died before Shively and his cops got things under control. Luke killed two of them himself, with his concealed carry piece. Left his little boy in the middle of her birthday dinner ’cause daddy had go…fraggin’…shoot some lunatics.

That was a week ago.

Today, first thing this morning, real dramatic-like at dawn, Captain Shively of the CIP handed their prisoners over to Lone Star, who had the contract for citywide security. Because their little rampage had started with the carjacking of a city-contracted waste disposal vehicle (under Lone Star’s nominal protection), had continued while doing damage to vehicles on the public highway (under Lone Star’s nominal protection), and had fired their first several shots from that highway onto Salish-Shidhe territory…Lone Star wanted ’em. Really, really, badly. Shively handing them over first thing in the morning was the only little slice of get-back he could get.

“At least I made the bastards get out of bed,” he said, skipping a stone. It eventually fell into the sludge this close to shore on Puget Sound. On the Seattle side of the lake, the pollution literally just stacked up.

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