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Shadowrun - The Rat's Nest

Not On The Fucking Phone

Personal Log - R. Kowalski, PI

Personal log of Kowalski, Roger

“What do we do now?” She stared at me. “You are the cop, are you?” “If we give this to the cops, we’re as good as dead. At least we can throw our lives away. You want that?”

We were driving fast away, criss-crossing the town. “Fuck. Maybe if we just give it back?” “Yeah, great idea, Bunny. They bury us with this thing. Did I ever tell you about this mobster cemetery case I was on with Homicide?” “Shoot.” “It was this pier up on the more run down Everett dockyards. Warehouse and that. We found on the bottom of the sea corpses. Their feet in cement blocks, like in those old flicks. Their bodies in different states of decay. Most of them just bones sticking out of the blocks. We found whole families down there.” “You solved it.” My answer was just a dry laughter. “If I had solved that case I would be captain today and had worked up my ranks in the Knights. But I didn’t have much luck at those times.” “What happened after that?” “We didn’t find any more bodies showing up. At least not at that place.” “Creepy.” “At least I was not the one diving. It’s one thing in the old times. But we had one of the bodies still moving. It was a ghost.” “A ghost? You’re shitting me!” “A damn ghost. Things like that can happen when you work for Homicide.”

She was sitting a while beside me, silent. “So we’re going to die? Or what?” “Don’t panic. But before we give it back or give it to the cops, we try to contact Tyrell. Maybe they are good for something more than giving us shitty jobs.” “I think it’s us who fucked that up, don’t you think?” “Hm”, I made.

I contacted Miss Simpson. “What’s the matter?”, her voice was friendly. “Job going well?” “Ah. Not exactly. We have run in some trouble. A bit bigger than we expected.” “So?” “We followed that client. And he’s actually not cheating on his wife. We think he’s some kind of made man or something for the local mob.” “That’s so great, that you tell me about your training exercise on the phone, Mister Kay. So I say you found out and passed the test. Thank you.” She hung up.

I looked at Babsie. “What’s about that?!” “You really tried to tell her about something more illegal than drug business over the phone? What did you expect?!”, she crossed her arms. “You have no idea what you’re doing, are you?” “What? I was on the other side!”, I protested. “And I thought I could learn something from you. But it’s looking more or less that I do most of the work and safe your ass most of the time. I want a partnership.” “You are my partner.” “If we survive this. What do we do now?”

The phone was ringing. Miss Simpson was on the screen. “I didn’t pick up.” “No”, she said. “That’s a company phone. You don’t need to. You know that every traffic is monitored? I have now entered your phone directly. So please do me a favor and do not cut the line or it will be nasty on my side. Which file?” I told her. “Checking.” After a while she said, “that’s a lot of shit. What do you plan to do?” “We hoped you could tell us.” “I want to be a partner”, Babsie said. “My ass is as in the line of fire as his. That’s the least. That means we want more money.” Miss Simpson looked sour. “If you both survive. Which is mostly my job now. First of all, you don’t have a copy of that thing, have you?” “No, Mam.” “Don’t be stupid and try to be a smartass and make a copy then. I transfer it on your memory chip of the phone. You take it out now. And with that we make sure nobody gets a copy by hacking your phone. I send you a courier to get it from you. You don’t keep it with you. You don’t go to the cops or anywhere else. I give you an address to crash for tonight. You don’t contact anybody you know until I contact you. You don’t visit any places you visited before. You don’t use any checksticks you used before. You leave this car at a parking place I tell you. Don’t lose this phone. Or you are alone. Do you copy?” “Yes, Mam.” “The courier will meet you at a bus station. She will have a new checkstick for you with some money for survival. You give her the chip in return. And a new card for your phone. You will discard your old card.” “Okay.”

“What do you plan to do?” “I try to get you out of the line of fire. And get rid of the traces you left on your mark. The courier will have some offline storage with him with further instructions for you to do for your safety. In the meantime, just keep your head down and out of sight. Don’t contact anyone, do you copy?” “Yes.” “Is this like in a spy-flick?”, Babsie asked. Miss Simpson turned her head. “Must I explain to you the difference?” “No, of course”, I said. “Mister Kay, you are really a buzzkill.” “That’s what I always say!” “So that’s the young apprentice you got yourself?” “I don’t know what to do without her.” She smiled. “We see what we can do about that. I can’t promise anything right now. I just try to get you out of trouble and I just hope it ends well for you. Just don’t try to be smart, okay?” “Okay”, I nodded. “Okay”, Babsie said.

“Just a moment, before you hang up”, I sounded more nervous than I had planned. “Why do we give away the data? Shouldn’t we hold on to it?” “No”, she said. “If they get you and you have it, they will get the chip and get you, erase both and are done. If I manage to part the chip from you, we have at least a bit of bargain left.” “I understand. Can you help?” “I think I can. I will at least try hard. I will need at least twenty-four hours for this. Follow the instructions. All of them. Any questions? I would like to keep this short.” “No. Thank you very much.” She hung up.

“So?” Babsie was looking at me. “Do you think she’ll sell us out?” “We are dead both ways, Bunny. But if we trust her, we at least have a chance, don’t we?” “Hm”, she didn’t smile. “I don’t like to trust people I never have seen. What can she do?” “I have no idea. Let’s just try and survive.” “Dumpster diving?” I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

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