It all began with topiary

So an important part of being a Shadowrunner is to never overlook anything. If something seems like it’s a coincidence, then it probably isn’t. And it’s not being paranoid to assume that everybody is out to get you. You’re a career criminal, after all. You do grossly illegal things for money. Of course it’s going to come back on you. The last couple of days had a series of events that did seem to be unrelated and just a matter of people being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was only when reviewed as a whole that the real problem emerged.

It started with Neon going through the data she’d pulled from the MCT lab we’d torched last week. She’d been concerned about the intrusion of that creepy Technomancer into the system. Freddie had suggested that we try to track him down, but that was proving to be difficult because, what do you know, Technomancers don’t play by normal Matrix rules, much to Neon’s frustration. What she found however, was strange. The Techno had gotten into the system and then deliberately tripped a whole bunch of alarms which had wound up alerting MCT to our presence. Why was another matter.

Crimes against humanity, hazmat suits and potato chips: a typical day in the life of a Shadowrunner

Well this happened.

Okay, I need a better summary for that last run then that. Right. Anyway, it began when we retrieved MCT’s prototype drone from DeckCon for Lizard Johnson for a hefty wad of cash. A few days later, Lizard B. Johnson got back to us with an aghast look on his scaly face, and said that he had another job for us. He wanted us to go to the MCT research facility that had created the drone and destroy it, their ability to make more drones and all the data on it. Oh, and kill anyone who was involved with the research and development of the drone as well. The fact that he used words like ‘abomination’ suggested that something about meant that this was more then just getting one-up on a rival company.

Mitsuhama Computer Technologies:
We're that damn evil

So we had a job, one that would need us to terminate the targets with most gross prejudice. Of course, to get there, we’d need to find out where it was being developed and who was involved with the program. (It wouldn’t help just to shoot up every MCT lab we came across, as fun as it would be). Likewise, we also had to deal with MCT’s infamous Zero-Zone policy, which meant that the place would be a virtual fortress packed full of guards, drones, turrets, critters, wards and run with a policy of shoot to kill and don’t even bother with the questions.

Fun times.