Shadowrun by Jason Schmetzer

Author:Jason Schmetzer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Catalyst Game Labs

Henrik Gould was nobody.

Literally nobody.

His SIN was fake.

“I don’t have time for this,” Zipfile muttered. She stood in the kitchen, looked at the data displayed on her AR while her microwave ran. On the counter across from her was the empty can from whatever noxious crap Emu had swigged down before taking off with the others.

While she waited, Zipfile queued up a search agent and sent it into the public Matrix, looking for anything else fake Henrik Gould might have bought. It was a long shot, but every once in a while long shots paid off.

She’d lost money on one half-court shot before realizing the truth of that statement.

In the meantime, she decided to come at it from another angle.

“Rip Current Sea Lanes,” she muttered.

The company she’d found that owned the warehouse Yu had wanted hit, the job that had started all of this, might be a good place to start. It was a Renraku shell company according to Yu, but Zipfile wanted to test if that story held water.

Earlier she’d assumed it because it made thinking about the whole thing easier, but what if it wasn’t true. And if it wasn’t true, how would she prove it? She knew from checking security scans the office was already empty, as if it had been unoccupied the whole time.

Her microwave dinged done, but she ignored it. Instead, she stepped out of the small kitchen and looked at the chipreader still sitting on the couch. Jobber had put her onto who might have bought the chip, but that road was cold.

She still had the code.

When Yu had first shown her the drive, she hadn’t looked any deeper than the installer. It hadn’t seemed prudent, and having seen the effect it’d had on the Telestrian servers, she wasn’t sure she wanted it open anywhere near her own network. There could be all kinds of viruses on that little chip.

Eish.

But she had to find out.

And it wasn’t getting near her network.

Which meant she was going to have read code.

Eish.

Anything was simpler.

Zipfile knew she was a good hacker. She knew it. Her peers knew it. She could run the Matrix and come back with the paydata every day of the week. It was her against the system on those runs, and the system got to go.

So she won.

But she hated reading other peoples’ code.

Hated. It.

Forgetting her food, she went into her bedroom, under the bed, and got out an old flatscreen ’puter.

Reading code.

In the real.

With her eyes.

“Eish.”

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