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Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Shadowrunners... Sara mused, barely a whisper. For all of Sara's comfortable life, granddaughter of a suit, daughter of a suit and married to a suit, shadowrunners were almost something out of fiction. A boogeyman that threatened the established order just to profit from it, sometimes a tragic romantic hero in a few trideo movies. I'm also glad to be here. I want to help. Even if it's risky, some of us have to keep the rest safe she said, looking around, taking in their surroundings, the routes. Sara said nothing while Van Hauser disclosed part of his life. There was no nostalgia in those tough eyes that focused on traffic, his rough voice wasn't any softer when talking about the past. Must have been tough... Sara said, thinking that she couldn't even begin to understand where her partner came from, but it was something she would have to end up learning on the job. But you went above and beyond that place, and now are on the good side she said, showing how naive her worldview was. Maybe that's part of what I want. Grow beyond what's expected of me. I know I can do more and be more than what I am supposed to be she said. Feeling a bit awkward after sharing a bit too much with her partner, Sara soon changed topics. So... on patrol. Do we just keep moving until we see something fishy? she asked, keeping her eyes on their surroundings and not on Van Hauser. Or do you have some stops in mind? Usual criminals, informants, spots prone to trouble... Sara said, eager to know the daily routine even before it happened, wanting to skip steps. You'll do the talking, of course, but any advice to not look so much... well, green? she asked, although deep down she knew it was impossible, that anyone could see through her like she wasn't there.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Van Hauser shrugged, Our contracts with Redmond are simple, we're mostly here to control property damage. It's not like downtown where they run traffic and and all of that or Bellevue where they really want you engaged. This is just about mitigating costs for the clients. He was of course referring to the handful of corporate clients they had in Redmond as well as the local government. If you're working Rat's Nest you'll occasionally get calls to go investigate the source of a leak or something...Salish lands border the dump and they'll bitch sometimes about pollutants leaking into their lands. We're not equipped for that kind of bullshit so give it your best with your respirator on but don't risk your own ass. Their exit was coming up soon and Van Hauser got off and the dump came into view. A huge sign said North Seattle Garbage Center but someone had put fresh paint over top that said RaTs NEsT! and there were remnants of paint from the many times the sign had been vandalized, painted over, then re-vandalized. Well, here we are... Van Hauser said as they pulled into their beat for the night. The key to not sounding green is adjusting the way you talk to match who you're talking to. Redmond keeps it gangsta...sometimes the only way you'll earn respect is to take your jacket and belt off and throw down with one of these idiots on their terms. Don't take their shit but don't abuse your power. Only charge them with what you say you'll charge them with. They'll respect that and you're less likely to get shot at or face resistance when you do have to slap cuffs on someone. Van Hauser rattled off the rules as though they had actually been written down by someone. Also, set aside a little money from each pay and get some certified credsticks...being able to throw some money around without strings attached is a good way to get information once you do have respect. Van Hauser wasn't stupid, he knew O'Halloran wouldn't like the idea of paying bribes or getting into fist fights for street cred but she was in Redmond now. The higher ups had tosse her to the wolves for her first assignment and she'd have to learn quick.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Mitigating costs... Sara frowned. She wasn't stupid, she knew that the world was a scary place with people being mean and just looking for their own benefit, but that didn't mean she had to be the same, and she was sure that there was other people who felt like that. Inaction was the worst part of it, so even if she took note about how to react when toxic agents were involved, her mind was settled on being better. I can almost smell it... Sara said, even behind the helmet and inside the car, just passing below the huge sign and the Garbage Center was on view, it was like she could even taste the dreary place. Visibly tensed, Sara relaxed a bit as Van Hauser continued talking and giving advice. I'm no stranger to getting into a scuffle Sara said, although the mere use of the word 'scuffle' was probably a good enough clue to guess that the kind of fights she may have been on were nothing like what you could found there. Bribes? Really? Sara looked for signs in David's face that he was somehow joking. I don't think that's right she said. If it's a test it's inappropriate, and if it's a joke, it's nowhere near funny added, but she didn't stop there. Funneling money back to this place? For what? So they can spend it in more drugs and guns? she protested, her simplistic vision of the issue getting on the way.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Well, kid... Van Hauser said, carefully scanning the stacks of scrap that had been crafted into homes and even businesses in some cases for snipers or any other kind of trouble. ...what you'll find is that money talks in the sprawl...and bullshit walks. A good cop produces results. So long as the good guys go home at the end of watch and the bad guys are either arrested or in the ground, those are results. Don't forget these people need to survive as well. Many of them are SINless and will never hold a real job. They have to have a hustle. Everyone has one... Lord knew that David had his own hustles. He wasn't crooked, he didn't go out of his way to help the scum and the gangers...but if he could find a way to draw a profit from getting things done, that was just smart business. Lone Star would only do so much for them and they didn't get paid anywhere near what they deserved. Sometimes the enemy of your enemy was a damn good friend. Van Hauser pulled into an area where the ground was packed hard to the point it almost seemed like concrete. Hell, it might have been at one point. Several businesses formed a horseshoe shape around the area and represented one of many small markets in the Rat's Nest. Most of the products here are either bootlegs purchased from the Yakuza or the Triads. Either that or it's stolen. The owners sometimes have info and are likely to be the first ones to help you if you ever have to do an investigation. They also know if anything toxic has been found or spilled so if you get one of those calls come here rather than the hazard site. There are dozens of these markets and you'll get to know them all. Parking the Patrol One, Van Hauser looked at her and said, Might as well meet some people. Just remember, the barrens are all about respect and you get what you give.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Sara immediately knew that not only she had been naive, but also spoken way too much of things that didn't know. Perhaps there was nothing on Van Hauser's tone and it was just her imagination, perhaps it was, but being called 'kid' certainly was a dead giveaway. They way he talked about those people was of course one well informed, as he had made his humble origins well known, so it was something that even if troublesome, Sara would have to accept. She hoped to be a positive force there, but as they delved deeper into that place, Sara wondered how much she could change the streets and how much the streets would change her. So illegal for one or another reason Sara blurted when David explained her the merchandise usually sold there. She had meant to stay silent instead of making herself a fool, but sometimes she couldn't help it. I guess that in this place, when you have to resort to certain... things to live, selling that stuff is the best you can do she admitted. No wonder that the people around would be the friendliest of them all, knowing that the law would look in another direction to get a tip here and there. Meeting people there sounded as intimidating as any new endeavor, and Sara was ready to be all eyes and try to not look scared or too wary at the same time. It wasn't going to be easy. Sara checked her gear, making sure that everything was properly adjusted, specially the helmet and the armored jacket. She had to be respectful of those people and at the same time not remove her helmet? It was hard doing both, but she kept the helmet on, knowing better than to disobey a direct order, largely preferring to just interpret 'being respectful' at her own way. In any case, if it was customary to remove the helmet there, she would follow Van Hauser's guidance. Opening the door and setting her first feet outside, Sara could almost feel a shiver. That was nothing like a properly paved ground, nor was she in a proper part of the city. That was nothing like being her old self.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

As soon as they stepped out of the cruiser all eyes were on them. Some people didn't try to hide the fact that they were staring but others gave sideways glances or tried to hide and watch them from concealment. There were a few armed people in the crowd and they seemed to watch Van Hauser and O'Halloran more than the rest. Two of them were orks, the other two human. Between them there was a shotgun, a couple AK-97's and one human had what looked like a homemade flame thrower. There was nothing legal about flame throwers at all but Van Hauser knew that it was more for devil rats than for people. There were no pesticides that worked on devil rats that wouldn't be a huge danger to people as well so people made due in places like this. Van Hauser walked with a purpose, going straight to a little food vendor. The vendor was an uncommon sight in Seattle, a hobgoblin. Slightly shorter and more wiry than a normal ork and originating in the middle east. Amir! Van Hauser said with a smile. My friend! the hobgoblin replied, coming out from around the homemade grill to give Van Hauser a hug. Normally Van Hauser wasn't big on the hugging but with Amir he knew it was a cultural thing and didn't think too much about it. Patting him on the back he waited for Amir to step back into his stall before he continued. This is my new partner, O'Halloran. Van Hauser said, motioning towards Sarah. Amir smiled a big bright smile and offered her some sort of meat on a stick that was a dark brownish red that he was charging two nuyen for. Here, eat! Amir gushed. Laid across his grill were more skewers of the brownish red meat as well as skewers of edible bugs. He also had the set up to do a sort of crude takoyaki from the looks of things but who knew where the ingredients came from. Van Hauser glanced at the skewer of meat that Amir was offering O'Halloran and gave an approving nod. It's teriyaki...it's good. Van Hauser assured her without directly addressing what kind of meat it was.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Weapons and thugs and more weapons was all that Sara could see for a few seconds. It wasn't easy to see the people that had to live in such a place behind those weapons, something that made the firepower kind of understandable, but Sara focused in seeing them as people and not criminals. Following Van Hauser in his determined movements, trying to look as sure of every step as himself, Sara saw how friendly he was with one of the people there, a hobgoblin vendor named Amir. At least he didn't seem to be armed, that was a plus. Call me Sara she said, trying to be respectful with Amir, offering one hand to shake and taking the suspicious stick of meat with the other. It was like nothing she made at home, that was for sure, and yet it looked shiny and appetizing. Raising the helmet's visor and taking a bigger bite than common sense would advise, Sara's eyes opened wide to the sweet yet strange, good but chewy mystery meat. Mmh- she nodded, chewing on it a while, then gulping it down. The sauce must be a well kept secret, it's better than mine said, taking another bite. I needed a bite, didn't eat anything, meeting my new partner made me nervous she confessed, but he's good so far she voiced before finishing the meat with gusto.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Amir laughed heartily and nodded his head several times. Yes, yes...this one will make anyone uncomfortable! The hobgoblin joked about Van Hauser. The bigger ork just gave Amir a smirk and shook his head. Yeah well, any time Amir starts a conversation with, 'My friend' just know he's going to fuck you. Amir seemed to laugh that much harder at what Van Hauser said and waved his hands like he was shooing Van Hauser away. You'll give away all my secrets! You're bad for business, go, go! This time it was Van Hauser who grinned and motioned for the rookie to follow him. See you later, Amir. He added before his attention was stolen by the comms in his helmet. Thirteen X-ray, thirteen x-ray, units 10-43 in your direction coming from the Plastic Jungles. Possible 10-35. Fuck. Van Hauser spat as he heard the last code. Come on kid, you might be in for a treat tonight...10-35's are Shadowrunners. Van Hauser ran for the Patrol One and clicked his comm on and responded to dispatch. We're on our way, can we please get confirmation on the 10-35's? How one handled gangers who thought they were hot shit and how one handled shadowrunners was totally different. Gangers would kill you if they could just to build their rep but they also would stand down and take the arrest rather than get into a drawn out gun battle. Runners on the other hand had money creating an incentive to shoot their way out, and often times they had the firepower to do it. Climbing into the car the ork fired up the engine and started for the south east entrance to the Nest. It might just be gangers but get ready and be smart. The patrol one is decent cover thanks to it's armor but I've seen Runners carry APDS ammo which means anything less than the engine block wont protect you from shit.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

The secret I'd want to know is about the sauce, but this is just my first day Sara followed with the tone of the conversation, although it was clear that Van Hauser wanted to move on and this was just a small pause on their day. Later! she said, following him. I wasn't lying, the sauce is good but... Sara shivered a bit, the meat was... well, I don't think I even want to know- stopping her chatting as she noticed something was odd, Sara's attitude soon changed back to her straightforward one and not the relaxed posture she had showed moments ago. Her helmet received the same communication, and knowing most of the codes by heart she was distracted by one she couldn't remember. What? What's a ten-thirtyfive? Sara asked eager as Van Hauser started to swear. The answer sent a shiver along her spine. They could stumble upon the very thing they didn't want to, the one thing that Van Hauser warned her about. Climbing on the passenger seat, Sara looked at Van Hauser. No reinforcements? she asked, turning to check that her equipment was all sorted out. So they had just arrived there and now were in a situation where hoping for gangers was the best outcome. I'm ready Sara said between clenched teeth, and it was indeed true, but that didn't stop the slight shaking her body trembled with. It wasn't exactly fear, although such a thing was present. It was also a bit of excitement, anticipation, and the worries about performing properly. She was going to do her best, after all this was what she wanted. This was what she had trained for.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Van Hauser turned on the rumbler siren and called in an eta to their dispatcher. Like the rookie, he was feeling a bit of adrenaline kick in as they raced to intercept the high speed pursuit. For Van Hauser it was calming in a way, and added to his focus. This was just another day in the sprawl but any time runners were a real concern you were crazy not to be a little afraid. They were the pinnacle of street crime. Runners often trained every day in one way or another and too many Lone Star officers went to the range a half dozen or so times a year and that was usually right before their yearly qualifications. Not to mention it was impossible to keep up with technology. Van Hauser had a few implants but it was nothing compared to the Street Samurai. Razor boys and razor girls walking the street with reaction times of 72 kmph... As they got to the gate, Van Hauser swung the patrol one around so that his door was facing the direction that the suspects were coming from. Quickly, he unlocked the shotgun and handed it to the rookie. Here you go, Sarah...be safe, remember your training and stay behind the engine block. If they're runner's they could have heavy equipment. If that's the case just stay low and keep behind cover as much as you can. Always have an egress route, NEVER let yourself get boxed in. They didn't have time for more of a pep talk than that. The big ork jumped out of the car and got the HK 227 before moving around to the same side of the cruiser as Sarah. By that point he could hear a car rumbling down the streets and shots being fired. Van Hauser listened closely to the gun fire. Gangers usually shot like crazy, wasting ammo trying to look tough. Runners chose their shots more often than not, conserving high priced ammo to make sure they had enough to get through the battle. There was a lot of auto fire which was both a good sign and a bad one. Good in that most runners wouldn't rock n' roll unless things were really bad. The bad news was that it meant they were probably gangers with old AK-97's. That meant they'd be dealing with 7.62 rounds which was never good. Watch yourself, sounds like they have rifles... Van Hauser stated what was obvious to him but wasn't sure if the kid knew or not. Clicking his comm on he reported that they were in position, And send us a goddamned Yellow Jacket or a Wasp, please. Some air support sounded great if they were potentially runners. Suddenly a Bulldog Step Van came into view and the rumbler sirens seemed to shake the very ground. Three cruisers were chasing the van and some tattooed maniac was hanging out of the side of the van with an AK-97. Van Hauser momentarily patted himself on the back for having called the weapon. Then he clicked on the loudspeaker of his Patrol One and announced, Stop your vehicle! You have no where to go! STOP NOW!
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

The cold touch of the shotgun made Sara grasp it until her knuckles were white, metal against flesh made her feel safe, holding something tangible. It may have not the greatest of ranges, but its stopping power was to be respected. Leaning against the car she could feel her heart about to burst, fear and excitement tangled together in a dance until there was no way of knowing which one was leading Sara's movements. She didn't twitch nore move to the sound of approaching shots, closer and closer and closer. Autofire. Old rifles. They can't be runners, can they? Sara asked, a mix of hope and fear in her voice. Before she could get an answer the target appeared in front of them, both agents and the car being the only thing in its way. It was everything the suits were afraid of, it was the very image of savages at the city walls, the sound and look of the threat to civilization. Her husband would worry and tremble if he could see her in the way of that rickety thing with that lunatic spreading bullets from the side. Sara didn't worry, didn't tremble. She was supposed to be the wall that kept those elements at bay, the wall that protected people like her husband. She was no longer at that side of the civilization, she was the very line that separated them. My last meal aren't going to be some mystery meat teriyaki skewers Sara grunted, loud enough for Van Hauser to hear if he paid attention over the approaching ruckus. In the past Sara had that idea that her learning, her training would be like an encyclopedia to consult every time that she needed to do something, but now in the thick of things, all those lessons seemed to congeal into an instinct, a visceral move. Sara briefly peeked over the patrol car, seeing that the van wasn't nowhere near stopping before Van Hauser's booming voice. Sara had another plan. Firmly propped on the shoulder the shotgun fired once, twice, pieces of the bumper flying around as her shots didn't find their mark. Fuck. Focus, wait your time... she muttered. In their chase, the van stopped going straight for them for a moment, veering slightly to avoid a mountain of debris. Then it was her moment, the shot sounded twice, once when Sara fired the shotgun, another when one of the frontal tires of the van was reduced to shreds. The next seconds felt like slow motion, as the incoming van lost control, brushed their car pushing it and Sara a few steps back, then ending up smashing against a wall. Breathless and with her world spinning around, Sara found herself on the ground, wanting to get up and finish the arrest, if there was someone yet alive to get arrested. Using the shotgun as a crutch, she stood up to see what happened.
Thread: Shadowrun: Lonestar (Sigr & Dr Herbert West)

Van Hauser was a little amused by her talking to herself but overall was impressed with how Sarah was handling the stress of the situation. She was mostly solid and her chattiness in those few moments before they were engaged didn't bother him. Looking over the roof of the patrol one he could see the van wasn't going to stop. BANG! BANG! The rookie had fired at the van and did some cosmetic damage. There wasn't time to do much thinking at that point. Like Sarah, the next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion. While the rookie was focusing, Van Hauser noticed that the passenger in the van was drawing down on them with something big. In the sprawl anything with a big barrel could be a micro grenade launcher and there was no way Van Hauser was just going to stand there and get blown up. Squeezing the grip of the 227 his smartlink came online and he fired five shots in a row. Most found their mark after passing through the windscreen of the van but there was no time to celebrate. As he had been firing, so had Sarah and the van lost control and grazed their cruiser. The patrol one swung suddenly clockwise and knocked both himself and Sarah to the ground. The difference was that he was an ork and quickly rolled with it and was back on his feet. Other cruisers were quickly pulling onto the seen and Lone Star were spilling out and moving tactically towards the wrecked van. Van Hauser quickly moved to Sarah and without looking up from the wrecked van, his weapon at the ready, he asked, You alright? Sarah, are you alright?