Shadowrunning had come fairly easy after his years as a merc. Years he tried to forget. Desert wars. Yucatan. Then the El Infierno invasion as part of the Calfree forces. What a joke that was, but he’d survived again, saved when his conscience and experience told him to bail out of his contract. The army had no right mowing down civilians in the name of keeping the peace. His unit had been captured by a marauding go-gang later that same day. All of them gutted and hung on lamp posts.