Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 19:04:32 GMT
Time Stamp: 00:27, 02/03/2065
User Address: Unknown
Subject: An Offer
Hello runner, I hope you understand that locating your Matrix address was no small investment on my part, but that does not matter, what does matter is you. I require a group of individuals with certain, skills. You happen to have some of these skills. The offer is simple, a long term employment option, complete with good pay, warm food, comfortable beds, and most importantly, safety. You all have your own reasons for accepting such an offer, a stable income, useful for keeping a loved one clothed and fed, or perhaps you are running from Saeder-Kruppe, and this will give you a place to keep your head down, perhaps you are seeking the thrill of the game, or, perhaps you are simply doing the only thing you know how to do, whatever your reasons, you will find I have a great deal of use for your talents, and the money to reward you with.
Attached to this message are two files, the first one is, call it a down payment, 5,000 Nuyen. That should be more than sufficient to convince you of the legitimacy of my offer. The second is a ticket, for a private plane trip to an airfield outside the Gdynia-Gdansk Megaplex, should you choose to accept my offer you are to download both attachments immediately and then purge your Matrix address before leaving for Poland right away.
I have faith that you will make the smart choice.
-Mr. Krol
This was not a normal job, but then again, it was clear that is was not a normal employer. However this man had found them, he had gone to considerable effort to track down four specific runners. Four runners who had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Whatever their reasons for doing so, four runners boarded four planes that early February morning, heading to Poland, for the promise of a gig most runners could only dream of getting.
Their plane trips took quite some time, time the runners used to relax and take advantage of the accommodations of the planes, normally reserved only for corporate higher ups and their hanger ons. After their plane touched down they found themselves escorted by suited men who oozed of professionalism into an unmarked car and driven out, away from the city into a more rural area. After nearly an hour's drive the car came to a halt outside an impressive manor house, the wrought iron fence in the stone wall ringing the manor grounds opened without a noise to permit the car's entry, the first runner to arrive was escorted into a foyer and ordered to wait. Within an hour three more runner had arrived at the small but richly decorated room, they stood apart from each other, silently appraising their new teammates.
A tall, thickly muscled Russian man sporting several conspicuous pieces of cyberware nodded at a Elven man badly in need of a shave. The pair regarded their less familiar companions and warily as they regarded them, a Human of middle eastern complexion who looked far to young to be running, and the forth runner present, a short Dwarf wearing a number of gold chains around his neck. After a few minutes of silence a door opened and a suited man beckoned them to enter.
Inside the next room they found a sight to dazzle the mind, a collection room of sorts, housing dozens of priceless antiques and historical artifacts. Suits of medieval armor competed for space with what appeared to be truly ancient jewelry. In one large case they found what appeared to be a genuine dinosaur skeleton, while another held an antique revolver with an ivory handle. Dozens more pieces were spread across the sizable room, aside from the single man at the door they were the only ones in the room.
"Mr Krol will be along shortly." the man informed them, "Until then, do not damage anything, Mr Krol takes great pride in his collections and would not take kindly to them being broken by ruffians."
User Address: Unknown
Subject: An Offer
Hello runner, I hope you understand that locating your Matrix address was no small investment on my part, but that does not matter, what does matter is you. I require a group of individuals with certain, skills. You happen to have some of these skills. The offer is simple, a long term employment option, complete with good pay, warm food, comfortable beds, and most importantly, safety. You all have your own reasons for accepting such an offer, a stable income, useful for keeping a loved one clothed and fed, or perhaps you are running from Saeder-Kruppe, and this will give you a place to keep your head down, perhaps you are seeking the thrill of the game, or, perhaps you are simply doing the only thing you know how to do, whatever your reasons, you will find I have a great deal of use for your talents, and the money to reward you with.
Attached to this message are two files, the first one is, call it a down payment, 5,000 Nuyen. That should be more than sufficient to convince you of the legitimacy of my offer. The second is a ticket, for a private plane trip to an airfield outside the Gdynia-Gdansk Megaplex, should you choose to accept my offer you are to download both attachments immediately and then purge your Matrix address before leaving for Poland right away.
I have faith that you will make the smart choice.
-Mr. Krol
This was not a normal job, but then again, it was clear that is was not a normal employer. However this man had found them, he had gone to considerable effort to track down four specific runners. Four runners who had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Whatever their reasons for doing so, four runners boarded four planes that early February morning, heading to Poland, for the promise of a gig most runners could only dream of getting.
Their plane trips took quite some time, time the runners used to relax and take advantage of the accommodations of the planes, normally reserved only for corporate higher ups and their hanger ons. After their plane touched down they found themselves escorted by suited men who oozed of professionalism into an unmarked car and driven out, away from the city into a more rural area. After nearly an hour's drive the car came to a halt outside an impressive manor house, the wrought iron fence in the stone wall ringing the manor grounds opened without a noise to permit the car's entry, the first runner to arrive was escorted into a foyer and ordered to wait. Within an hour three more runner had arrived at the small but richly decorated room, they stood apart from each other, silently appraising their new teammates.
A tall, thickly muscled Russian man sporting several conspicuous pieces of cyberware nodded at a Elven man badly in need of a shave. The pair regarded their less familiar companions and warily as they regarded them, a Human of middle eastern complexion who looked far to young to be running, and the forth runner present, a short Dwarf wearing a number of gold chains around his neck. After a few minutes of silence a door opened and a suited man beckoned them to enter.
Inside the next room they found a sight to dazzle the mind, a collection room of sorts, housing dozens of priceless antiques and historical artifacts. Suits of medieval armor competed for space with what appeared to be truly ancient jewelry. In one large case they found what appeared to be a genuine dinosaur skeleton, while another held an antique revolver with an ivory handle. Dozens more pieces were spread across the sizable room, aside from the single man at the door they were the only ones in the room.
"Mr Krol will be along shortly." the man informed them, "Until then, do not damage anything, Mr Krol takes great pride in his collections and would not take kindly to them being broken by ruffians."