Hemmingway was not a fixer, nor a shadowrunner of any kind, except in his own mind. He was a shadowrunner wannabee; he didn’t run any shadows himself, but he liked keeping tabs on the shadow community. The party at Hemmingway’s fortress at the old LAX airport never stopped. Hemmingway had the nuyen to blow and he liked the company of shadowrunners, even though he never left the safety of his fortress. The Fixx had become a constant in the LA sprawl.