When Andy learned that Verner too had started as a corporate geek, he’d been inspired. If Verner had broken free of the corporate world and become a shadowrunner, Andy was sure he was capable of doing the same. For a month or so afterwards, he’d worn leathers, fringed like he saw in the West Coast fashion fac-files, and had gotten really deep into the shaman stuff. Trance dram chips, fetishes, meditation chips, dream catchers, Indian legend chips. He’d even gotten himself a Narcoject pistol like the one Verner was supposed to carry. It wasn’t a real Narcoject—he couldn’t afford the carry permit, but his corporate affiliation did let him possess a non-functional replica—but the logo-inscribed butt sticking out of a genuine Nauga-leather fast-draw holster added a real frosty touch to his look.