Shadowrun: Shadows Down Under by Jean Rabe

Author:Jean Rabe [Rabe, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Catalyst Game Labs
Published: 2018-01-23T00:00:00+00:00

A half hour later Ninn stood in front of the narrow mirror, hardly recognizing herself. The doc hadn’t done any cosmetic surgery, but she’d shaved Ninn’s head until it gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, shaved her eyebrows, fashioned big hoop earrings out of spare wire. She had added nanotattoos. Spotted green snakes arched where her eyebrows had been. A kangaroo bounced on Ninn’s left cheek in shades of brown and olive. The artwork was an Aboriginal design comprised of thick lines, dots, and hash marks. As Ninn watched, the kangaroo straightened and morphed into a lizard that stretched and darkened, the tip of its tail resting on the center of her chin, the crest on its head reaching to the top of her bald crown, the claws of one leg dangled down to touch the bridge of her nose.

On her right cheek was a simple design, a black circle the size of golf ball with eight small circles ringing it—an Aboriginal sun symbol. It transformed into three wavy diagonal lines—the symbol for smoke and fire, then shifted to become a sun again. She could pass for a gogogo, or maybe a joygirl. She needed to find something different to wear to complete the facade; the scrub shirt looked like a shapeless bag. She spotted her singed and bloody tunic in the garbage can and decided to leave it there.

“People will see your tattoos. They won’t really see you. Hide in plain sight, ya ken? You don’t look anything like the elf whose sorry ass was dragged in here a few hours ago,” Doctor Tarr pronounced. “Five thousand nuyen. It has the added benefit of monitoring your blood sugar.”

It wouldn’t bear up to close scrutiny with sophisticated scanners, Ninn knew. But she could avoid that kind of equipment, avoid AISE, go to the morgue with Barega, and get the nanites removed after all of this was done. The hair would grow back, or maybe she’d go for fiber optic implants like some of Cadi’s girls had.

“Four thousand,” Ninn countered.

“Five. Before I change my mind and make it six.”

“With Six You Get Eggroll,” Mordred whispered.

She reached into her leggings pocket and retrieved four opals. “Will this do?”

“Make it one more,” the dwarf said.

“Fine.” A thought flickered as she handed the stones over. “Adoni was SINless, Barega, no records. I got that much from AISE and Cadi. Do you have identification, anything to show you’re related to him? Even an electronic image or a physical family photo might help.”

The old man tugged on his beard. “Nininiru Tossinn, my word is good.”

“Not good enough for the coroner.” Ninn held out her hand. “My gun?”

Barega passed Mordred over.

Mordred sighed. “Together Again, 1944—”

“About your brother. You don’t have ID, you have no way to prove you and Adoni are related, or that you have a legal right to claim the body.”

“But, my brother. I must—”

“They’re not going to buy that Adoni is your brother. Grandson…maybe. I don’t know what your funeral practices are. But here’s what’s gonna happen.

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