Running the Streets of Seattle

No one said living in the Sixth World was easy, and you know that fact all too well. For whatever reason you’ve now found yourself with the (un)enviable job description of Shadowrunner. Scratch that, wannabe Shadowrunner. You haven’t performed a real job, yet. However, with rent coming due and hunger right around the corner, you hope one pops up soon.

Suddenly your commlink rings and a familiar voice comes across. “Hey. I may have something for you. Your contact is named Mr. Johnson and he wants to meet at the Golden Lucky Lion at 6:15, tonight. You in chummer?”