Shadowrun: CTRL Issues: A Shadowrun Novel by Bryan CP Steele

Author:Bryan CP Steele [Steele, Bryan CP]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Catalyst Game Labs

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[Nachtsteindorf; The Home of Erimyn and Rachael of the Siberians]

[Post-Mining Wilderness, Stockhausen Estate Territories]

CURRENT TIME: 20 July 2081, 0700 hours

Morning came far too quickly for the team. Gute Fee and Faust came out to the main room shortly after Tanzo started trying to pick up after the last night’s festivities—which roused Janus at the first clink of empty glasses in his hands. His hangover was going to make for a rough day, but he knew the importance of necessary stress relief.

“Anyone for omelets?” Rachael slinked into the room from a far chamber, heading straight to the kitchen area.

“Save me one.” Erimyn emerged from the same far room, a leather toolbelt draped across his midsection. “I’ve got construction duties this morning, but I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“What about you guys?” She began cracking eggs into a mixing bowl. “It will help with your heads and any sour stomachs.”

“Sure,” Janus responded. Some food would likely help pass the discomfort faster.

“No way.” Faust shook their head. “Although a nice tea with milk and honey would be class.”

“Count me in,” Hollywood added as he walked out from…the same far chamber where the gargoyles had come from. He was shirtless—again—and wearing one sock and one boot. Janus noted his wounds from the kludde attack were barely pink slivers of scar tissue. “I could murder some toast too, if that was marmalade I saw get unpacked last night.”

“It was,” Rachael replied warmly.

“I’ve got to get my shift started or Nicolas will band my wings for sure. I’ll catch up with everyone later.” Erimyn ran the back of his fingers down the edge of one of Rachael’s wings, and Janus could tell it was a cultural sign of deep affection. “Enjoy today, friends.” He disappeared out the front door.

“Oh hells,” Rachael growled a few seconds later, hefting a small satchel. “Anthony, can you come and watch this?”

“Anthony?” Tanzo asked. “Who’s—”

“Sure thing.” Hollywood popped over and picked up a spatula. “Do what you have to do, Rach.”

“That durak forgot his rivet bag again. Don’t let that butter burn, I’ll be right back.” She opened her wings wide and swept them together in a wind buffeting stroke, leaping up into the air to exit through the second-floor skylight opening.

The team waited exactly three seconds after her exit to turn all eyes on Hollywood.

“Did you…” Tanzo blurted out.

“Anthony?” Gute Fee gaped.

“…and I’m supposed to be the social manipulator?” Faust laughed.

“So…you okay?” Janus asked the elf. I’m not even sure how that works, but who am I to judge?

“In order.” Hollywood’s smile spoke volumes of his current mood, despite the interrogation from his team. “Yes, twice. There are times when a runner handle just isn’t appropriate. And Faust, you still are, because this wasn’t business, this was personal. And absolutely yes. I’m great.” He poured Faust that cup of tea they asked for. “You never know when you’ll catch that last bullet, step up to the wrong Sam, or check out in the worst of ways. Enjoy your life

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