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Shadowrun - The Rat's Nest

Those We Left Behind

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Those We Left Behind

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I…no, screw this…


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Okay…
That’s better.
I don’t know what to say, really. It’s all so unreal.
Rook’s alive…Spirits, my partner is alive…
Glow City did something to her, though, something most awakened consider worse than death. A totem’s like a coin and one side has all the bad stuff. To survive, she made a deal with the devil, in lack of better words.
She’s with the Stilettos now. They chose Satellite Day to unleash hell on the Eagles of Revenge.
And I lost it.
Within in seconds of this unlikely coincidence, blind actionism elbowed its way through the clusterfuck of my emotions and my body gladly followed the only clear order given: Do something!
Get her out of there, and if you can’t, make sure you won’t lose her again!
And so I did.
Man, what a run.
Smoke, confusion, bodies, mutant dogs everywhere, but I almost did it.
Should’ve known. She’s better than me, she’s not one you try to trick.
I chipped her, but she spotted the others and we all had to run for our lives.
The mutant assholes and their mutilated dogs swarmed the plant… my people barely got out while I was busy getting pincushioned by crossbow bolts.
That was one of those times when I wished I’d still be on my own. At least then nobody but me would take the fall for my botches.
Gotta admit, though, when I was on that roof, sore lungs and aching limbs I was genuinely happy I wasn’t alone.
Ela came for me, braving bullets and bolts. I sometimes wonder what makes me deserve that loyalty.
Talking about the real deal, here. I mean, Jet made a break for me with my bike, but like most people, he did that ‘cause he doesn’t like unsettled debts. See the difference?
Well, I can.

We made it out alive. Barely, but we made it. If it wasn’t for my magic I guess those bolts would’ve finished me off. Never seen Neil so worried…the muties tend to poison their arrows and bolts. Hurt like hell, but it takes more to keep me down.
Our rides were wrecked, everyone was injured, one of the zoners lost his arm and Rod got left behind…at least he’s still alive and considering the circumstances also well.
I’m still off-balance…insecure. That’s something I’m not used to.
Talking helped. Not much, but it did.
Nothing I can do though but stick to the plan.
That’s probably what hurts the most but it’s also the only remedy I guess.
We’ll go to Boston.
We’ll get the money.
And then I will get my partner back.


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