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Kim Possible in

Born to Shadowrun

Chapter 6: Seattle, Sorcery, and Sybernetics

Date: March 27th, 2070

Location: Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

"I've heard of all sorts of different boutiques, but this takes the cake," Kim Possible said. She stood on a raised platform, mirrors before her, strange fabrics in a variety of dark colors, and bits and pieces of armor neatly arranged all about.

The elderly Ork looked up from her work to mutter something at Lynn. The young Shadowrunner laughed, and responded in the same tongue.

"What," Kim asked, as the Ork guided her to turn once again, checking something on the fabric. "You know I don't speak a word of Or'zet."

"Your loss, it's a lovely language," Lynn answered.

"Lovely or not," Kim said, growing more perturbed by the moment, "what's so funny?"

"Do you really want to know?" Lynn's eye was quirked up and she was obviously amused.

"Yes!" Kim growled.

"Hey KP, check out the Ron-man's duds!"

Inadvertently interrupting any further discussion of the subtleties of Or'zet, Ron struck a pose for the two of them.

"Not bad," Lynn said with a whistle.

Kim was about to shot a dirty look at her great-niece, but instead decided to evaluate Ron.

He was now outfitted with an armored trench coat of his own, in subtly matted dark browns, greens, and black. Under that, was a tight fitting, two piece body suit, which Kim guessed was also armored. Kim thought the matte black suit was probably a stealth suit like Glynn's, but cut to look a little like a gi. Lightly padded gloves encased his hands, made from the same matte black material. Kim guessed there were more to his boots then met the eye as well, but she couldn't guess what.

All together, it was what Kim was starting to expect from fashion in the twenty seventies. Dark colors on dark colors. However, the little splashes of non black colors helped to ease that. In the end, Kim whistled as well. "Looking good, lover boy," she shot a look at Lynn for emphasis as well.

Ron beamed at her, not noticing the look. "Thanks, Kay Pea. The coat is even flame, acid, and electricity resistant," he proudly exclaimed. "Watch out evil lairs, the Ronster is coming to play!"

Rufus suddenly popped out of one of the trench coat's pockets and clamored up to Ron's shoulder. "Yeah, watch out!" he squeaked, adjusting a pair of what looked like custom fit mirror shades, even as Ron put on a pair of his own.

"You had sun glasses in naked mole rat size?" Kim asked, startled.

"Nope," said the younger dwarf that had been helping Ron. "We just found a pair in human size that matched the mole rat's."

"I knew someone around here could speak English," Kim muttered, freezing up to let the seamstress, or would it be armor-stress, get back to work.

The old Ork chuckled quietly around the pins in her mouth as she continued her adjustment. As she did, Kim watched in the mirror as Ron began to idly strike a few posses. It didn't take her long to realize that he was actually going through some of the Monkey Fu stances. She smiled as she continued to quietly watch him. She'd always be intrigued by the martial art she could never seem to get a handle on. Eventually though, she turned back to her own reflection.

She watched as her new armored "mission clothes" began to come together. Light as silk, stops bullets better than Kevlar, and breaths like Egyptian cotton. Or at least, that's what she was told.

"Look out world, here we come," she breathed.

Date: March 28th, 2070

Location: Headquarters of Seattle Sorcery and Sybernetics, Seattle Metroplex, Extraterritorial

The office was spacious, well decorated, and had a fabulous view. From behind the immense mahogany desk, you could look out and see Seattle stretched beneath you. While the building wasn't as tall as some of the others in the Metroplex, it was situated atop a natural rise given it command of a far better view then its height would normally grant. This was precisely why the chambers sole occupant appreciated this piece of real-estate so much. At least, it was one of the reasons.

Behind the desk was a large leather chair. The chair was an older piece, older then everything else in the room by decades. It had been in the family for some time. The cleaners whispered that it was in fact magic, that the springs where shot through with Oricalcum, and even had a few wilder theories. It varied from time to time. The truth of course was far simpler then that. The chair was simply very well made, and still comfortable.

Sitting in the antique was the obvious ruler of this small domain. He was a statuesque man with a healthy olive complexion. A well tailored business suit contained his broad shouldered frame, kept fit at seemingly no effort. While he did not look that old, he carried the few signs of it with such dignity, that one wondered if the streaks of gray in the dark hair at his temples were simply dyed in.

A soft knock interrupted his contemplations, and he turned from his view to face the door. He waited for a few minutes, cycling though a few of the menus on the cyberterminal in front of him. A soft knock once again filled the room, and the man turned to look at the door once more.

"Yes, enter," the man said, his voice smooth and only baring a hint of a Mediterranean accent.

The door opened to admit a man of slightly heavy build. The well cut suit he wore was a little rumpled from a work day that was probably stretching into its fourteenth hour.

"Ah, Mr. Sinclair, please do take a seat," the man said, graciously indicating one of the chairs on the other side of the desk from him.

"Thank you sir," Mr. Sinclair said, crossing the room to sit heavily in the seat offered.

"Now, I expect that you have good news for me, yes?"

"Yes, I do. I pulled some information from our deniable assets file, and passed word through the Shadows about this job," Mr. Sinclair said. "It took a bit of work, since you said you didn't want this traced back here. I also didn't want to use our normal Mr. Johnson, since it might cause some, uh, odd questions."

"An excellent job, as always, Mr. Sinclair," he said, turning to once again look out at the city beneath him. "But don't you have any questions? You are not curious to nature of this?"

He watched as the hazy reflection of Mr. Sinclair shook its head. "This world is crazy enough without wondering why you'd hire a group of Shadowrunners to steal something from your own company."

"Yes, an excellent bit of reasoning, Mr. Sinclair. You did very well with this too. Please, take Monday off. Spend some extra time with your family."

"Thank you very much, sir, I will," Mr. Sinclair said as he stood to leave. "I'll see you on Tuesday then, Señor Senior?"

"But of course," Señor Senior the Third answered. As the door closed behind Mr. Sinclair, a malicious grin crossed the business tycoon's face. "Now we shall see if you still live up to your potential, Kim Possible."

Date: March 28th, 2070

Location: The Inferno, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

"So, do we have a deal?" Mr. Johnson calmly asked.

"A moment," Lynn said.

"Well, what do we think?" Lynn asked over their private chat.

"I think he's offering way too little in the way of Nuyen for this one," Nate offered.

"You always say that," Glynn said.

"And he's usually right too," Lynn said. "We can negotiate for more. This guys a pro, which means he's low balling us out of professional courtesy."

"And how is that professional courtesy?" Ron asked.

"Let's the teams face have something to do. Nate, you're up," Glynn said.

"I love the bait and switch," Lynn added, as Nate began to enter into casually negotiations over the fine points of ammo use surcharges, breaking and entering extra's, and so on.

"I don't know, something feels weird about this," Kim commented, frowning slightly.

"Aw, come on, it sounds like fun," Ron said, grinning at her.

"It's just a data grab. It's very strait forward. We sneak in, run their node, take the pay data, and leave. No fuss, no muss," Glynn commented. "This is just how business is done now."

"I guess," Kim said.

"Well, I got him up to a reasonable number, half up front, and the rest held in escrow. Everyone?" Nate said, intruding on the conversation.

"In," Lynn and Glynn said at the same time.

"Beer," Lynn mumbled quickly, as Glynn cursed softly.

"Should be fun," Ron said.

After a moment, Kim nodded her assent as well.

With a grin, Nate turned back to the Mr. Johnson. "We're on the job. You'll have the data you want by sunrise."

Date: March 29th, 2070 (only just)

Location: Just outside the headquarters of Seattle Sorcery and Sybernetics, Seattle Metroplex, Extraterritorial

"So, Network, part of the extra charge you negotiated for was from just how stupid thick the security is here, right?" Lynn asked, as she passed the imaging binoculars to Glynn, who let out a low whistle as he surveyed the site.

"Naturally," Nate replied.

"Oh? All right then. Ideas?" Lynn said.

Ron had just passed the imaging binoculars off to Kim. "Those are some big mean looking dogs they have there."

"Yeah, those are hellhounds. Magically active mastiffs, before you ask," Glynn supplied.

"Right, let me guess, they breath fire too don't they?"

"Yep," Glynn nodded.

"Figures," Ron said, sighing. "At least I opted to get the fireproofing on the new duds."

"They have pretty good drone coverage, as well as just normal guards. Looks like in-house too, that's got to be good, right?" Kim said, as she handed the imaging binoculars back to Lynn, who tucked them into a pouch on her belt.

"Maybe, but maybe not. Despite what Lone Star and Knight Errant might say, they're not the end-all, be-all for security forces. Some in house can be pretty damn good. These guys look okay at best though," Nate said.

"So, what's the plan?" Ron asked.

Kim blinked as a three dimensional wireframe of the building suddenly appeared before her. As she heard Ron exclaim, "Coolio," she wondered if she'd ever get as used to augmented reality as he was.

As the image closed in on the top of the building, Network began to explain what they were seeing. "What we want is in the upper floors, on the private node of the president. He just happens to have a penthouse on site. Go figure," Network said with a shrug. "Now, first thing we do is sneak the four of you in through here," he continued, as the wireframe zoomed in, becoming a rough floor map.

---

Kim felt some smug satisfaction as she, hanging upside down from her toes, carefully lowered the grate from the vent system to the ground. She couldn't believe they still made ventilation ducts in "hero size." Not that she was going to complain. "All right," she sub vocalized. "We're in, Network."

"Wiz! As far as I can tell, I was able to blind the alarms on the way in. If they have a Spider, he's not very good, or he has the night off," Network's voice buzzed in her ear. "You're on the residential floors, right?"

"If the plush carpets and nicely painted walls are any indication, we sure are," Kim responded as she looked out at the hallway.

"Alright, the systems should be on night mode. That means low lights and few guards. On top of that, it looks like a lot of guest PAN's are congregated in a few rooms at the moment, so any security systems that are here will be in bad shape. This is as good a time as any. Just stick to the plan."

"Right, Network," Glynn said over the group's channel. Kim dropped silently to the ground to give him room to slip out of the duct as well. Without even a pause, he slipped out the door of the storage closet they were in, and was gone.

---

"After you're in is when the fun starts," Network continued, as the floor plan pivoted on several unseen axes's and came into distinct fore view of their augmented reality. "The reason we're not just sending in Essenn and calling it a night is because there are a lot of extra people there right now. We need extra eyes and ears to cover him, and in case something goes wrong."

Glynn nodded. "No matter how quite I am, I'd prefer to have some extra eyes and ears."

"Please, it's a bunch of rich snobs, eating too many hors d'oeuvre and drinking a lot of spoiled grape juice older than the two of them," Lynn said, point her thumb at Kim and Ron.

"Should we be insulted?" Ron asked genuine confusion tinting his voice.

"Not if it's good wine," Kim answered.

---

After the door closed softly behind her, she picked up the vent grate, and waited for the others. As she waited, she took a moment to look down and smile at her new mission clothes. Made from a light-weight armor fabric, with several gel pads to provide impact protection, it was state-of-the-art materials, combined with her classic look. The armorer had been able to stick with the outfit that Monique had designed for her with only a few modifications. Even if the pants were now made from advanced ballistic rated stealth fibers, the shirt was now long sleeved ending in gloves, and a mask had been added. Kim was pretty sure her fashion diva friend would be pleased. Except, maybe, about the sleeves. At least they got the colors right.

There was barely a sound as a moment later Ron landed next to her. He was decked out in his own ninja-looking mission clothes. Lynn eased herself down last. She was geared out like normal. A skintight body suit that she swore was armored, under a long black armored coat. While she didn't wear a mask like some of the others, she did sport a pair of mirrored shades.

"All right, remember why we're here," Kim heard Glynn hiss over their links. "All we need to do is hook the commlink that the Johnson gave us to the terminal in the head guy's private office. Then, we give Network enough time to pull the paydata into it. After that, sneak back out. As a bonus, security is lax right now because of the party. Simple."

Kim could see Lynn nodding out of the corner of her eyes, as the other girl added, "Easy money, as long as we all stay calm."

"And avoid the roaming guards," Kim added.

"Yeah, and that," Lynn conceded with a sigh.

"You should stay clear of the drones too," Network suddenly chirped in.

"Not forgetting them," Lynn snarled back.

"At least it doesn't look like there's much in the way of Astral defenses," Ron added. Kim couldn't help but grin at his attempt to lighten things up again.

"Yeah, simple," Lynn mumbled.

"So far, so good, right?" Kim added.

A few tense minutes later, Glynn slipped back into the room. "All right, the coast is clear. Let's move. Remember, keep comm chatter to a minimum."

---

"Once you're in and Essenn makes sure things are secure, the best way to the office is through the living quarters," Network explained. Several bright blue lines wormed their way from the utility closet to the office. "Most of these are the servant passages, so they should be clear of most traffic. You are going to have to go though a few of the hallways proper though."

"Network, I'm still not sure about these routes. Going through his house seems a bit needlessly risky," Lynn asked.

"Normally, probably not, Azùl, but tonight's a different case. Thanks once again to the party," Nate replied.

---

"So this is how the other fraction of a percent lives? Creepy," Lynn commented, her voice barely a whisper.

Kim couldn't help but nod in agreement. At regular intervals all along the walls were what must have been a small fortune in some of the most disturbing artwork Kim had ever seen. Tastefully illuminated paintings depicted acts of elegant violence, tantric erotic torture, and vivid landscapes that curled the stomach even as they drew you in. Intense and well-balanced colors, precise brushstrokes, expert balance, and obvious passion marked these as unique and expensive pieces, done by madmen and the emotionally damaged. Alcoves along one wall held small statues in the same esthetics as the paintings, interrupted from time to time by disturbingly normal vases.

"Not how I'm going to decorate when I'm rich," Ron agreed, just loud enough for Kim to hear. The four of them were easing their way down the hall, Glynn in front, carefully checking every door. Then Ron, ready to back him up. After that, Lynn, pistols in hand and ready to fire in either direction. Kim had the rear guard position, making sure that the partygoers weren't upset by their passing. Not that she thought there'd be much chance for that.

As Kim passed another door, she heard the muffled screams of pain and passion coming from the partygoers within. It hadn't taken too long for them to figure out that the main attraction of this little get-together was high end designer drugs, a multitude of rooms, and not a lot of clothes. There were also whips, chains, and other recreational torture devices available in several of the rooms.

While hardly, innocent Kim felt a little dizzy from the smells and sounds that were permeating the living space. As she passed the slightly open door, she glanced in for a moment, but jerked her head back at the strange sigh, and the strong scent of incense coupled with the tangy smell of blood that accompanied it. The whole place was, flavored with it, this weird background feeling of blood and lust. She could feel that Ron wasn't faring much better. Rufus had simply scurried into his pocket when they walked into the living area and hadn't come out.

Kim looked at the image floating in the corner of her view, and saw that they were, thankfully, nearly there. That's when she noticed it; one of the landscapes that was less immediately disturbing than the rest. It depicted the inside of an ancient stone structure. She had the sense that dozens of dark halls led into this assuredly central chamber. There was an impression of light there that was absent from elsewhere, but the light and the earth it bathed were both... off. Tainted. Sickened.

"Have I...?" Kim started to whisper, a nagging memory tickling at her, when there was a thud.

"My bad. Let me just put that back," Ron said, his voice a bit higher than it should have been.

Kim looked over to see Lynn leaning over to scoop up a bronze statue that Ron had knocked over. It looked like she was about to say something less than charming, when Nate's voice broke in on the team frequency.

"That was wired, guys. A guard's going to be there in a few seconds," Nate intoned in his normal, calm, voice.

Sure enough, the sound of feet rapidly approaching rose out of the other ambient sounds. Kim coiled herself and jumped nearly straight up, bracing herself in the dark corner of one of the high ceilings, becoming nothing more than another shadow. She watched as Nate simply stepped into a dark corner next to some of the large and expensive drapes, and also faded from sight.

Lynn dropped her coat to the ground, pulled the zipper on the front of her skin tight suit to her navel, and pulled Ron into a passionate kiss right as the guard rounded the corner.

"What's going on?" the guard asked.

With a soft, wet, pop, Lynn separated her lips from Ron's. "We're, uh, trying to find a little privacy?" Delivered with an airy giggle, Lynn half turned to the guard, keep her hips ground into her inadvertent partner.

"This isn't really an allowed area for party going," the guard replied.

Lynn looked around, her movement's mirroring those of someone not all that sober. "It isn't," she asked in something between a giggle and a whisper. "Oops."

Kim gritted her teeth as Lynn continued, her voice oozing with a husky sexuality. "We're really, really sorry about it." With a casual shift of her shoulders, her body suit opened even further.

The guard's composure finally broke as his eyes roamed down to Lynn's further exposed breasts. Looking at Ron, and misinterpreting his expression of confusion mixed with discomfort, as Lynn wrapped her leg around him, he shook his head. "All right, just remember to keep things to the designated areas, all right?"

"We, will, cross out hearts," Lynn said as she ran a finger across her cleavage. She continued to shoot the guard a hungry look as he picked up the statue, carefully putting it back in place.

"You both have a nice night," he said. As he left, Kim could faintly here him mumbling an all clear into his the microphone clipped to the shoulder of his uniform.

Kim dropped back to the floor right next to Lynn. At the same moment she informed her niece that her improvisations was, "So not a part of the plan."

"So not cool," Ron said at the same moment.

"There was nowhere else to go! I had to improvise or blow the Run. Besides, you're not threatened or anything, are you?" Lynn added, all too innocently.

"No need to be, just try not to improvise with your libido next time," Kim replied, her voice dripping ice.

"Save the catfight for later," Glynn said as he stepped out of the shadows. "We're almost there."

---

"The node is an isolated one, no Matrix or wireless access. Hopefully that means it'll be light on the security. If that's the case, I should be able to find what we need in a few minutes. If it's not though, you guys could be there a bit longer." Nate said, as he handed Glynn a new commlink, purchased just for this mission.

"How long are we talking, Network?" Lynn asked.

"Well..." Nate said, trailing off.

---

"Network, it's been nearly an hour!" Glynn hisses as he paced across the room. "What could possibly be taking this long?"

"Sorry, Nocturnes, but this Node has some of the blackest ice I've seen in a long damn time. Seriously, if this stuff goes off, it'll cook that little commlink and put the entire building on high alert." Nate responded. For the umpteenth time.

Kim sighed, and blew an errant bit of her bangs out of her eyes. The two of them had been having this conversation every ten or so minutes since they'd plugged in the commlink.

"Besides, I just cracked it. You'll be out of there in..." Network trailed off for a moment, stretching the last word. "About now," he quickly finished.

"Finally," Lynn said, as she sprang to her feet and pulled out the wire connecting the commlink to the cyberterminal. The commlink quickly disappeared into a pocket of her jacket.

"Good, this place is not meshing well with my essential Ron-ness," Ron said as he walked towards the door. An angry muttering from the pocket that Rufus was hiding in seemed to indicate his agreement.

Kim nodded also. As they'd waited, she'd felt more and more off.

"All right," Nate's voice intoned, interrupting Kim's chain of thought. "Security is even more strangely absent now than it was when you came in, and most of the guests seem to be in the central area, or at least their commlink's are. Now's your best chance to get out clean."

"All right, let's go," Kim said, slipping out the door.

Date: March 30th, 2070.

Location: Seattle Metroplex, UCAS.

"That does sound like a pretty successful Run, Kim," Ginny said.

"Except for the statue thing and Lynn sucking on Ron's face, yeah, went off like clockwork," Kim said as she sat down at a small, café table with Bonnie and Ginny.

Bonnie giggled a little at that. "Come on Kim, Lynn still just getting out of her teens. Let her be a bit stupid. Besides, social taboos have changed a lot since the start of the millennium."

"I've noticed," Kim said, glancing at some of the PAN's of the other patrons. Some of the comments posted for anyone to see were colorful, at best. Some were even witty about it, although not many.

"Speaking of the little devil, wasn't Lynn supposed to be along today?" Ginny asked, sipping at her coffee.

"She said she had to meet with some of her contacts about some gear she's been trying to get for awhile. But she sends her love," Bonnie said, putting her tea down.

"I still feel a bit weird about the whole thing," Kim admitted with a sigh.

"Is it the Shadowrunning, or that place?" Bonnie asked.

"Both, I guess," Kim admitted with a laugh. "More about the Shadowrunning though. Ron and I were always about helping people out of problems. Not stealing for pay."

"Unfortunately, that's the way of the world right now," Ginny said. "Honestly, this is how business is simply done now. I know this might make you feel like even more of a sellout, but the two of you need to do something with your skills. And that means either being hired on by a corporation, which would probably destroy your soul right out, or Run.

"Organizations like Global Justice just don't exist anymore. On the other hand, neither do groups like the Legion of Villainous Evil or Worldwide Evil Empire. The mad men like Professor Dementor and Doctor Drakken are working for the machine these days instead of living outside of it."

"God but Drakken was whack some days," Kim mumbled to herself. "You're right, I know you are," she continued in her normal tone. "But I want something more. I want to save cats from trees. Help a village in trouble. Save some bumbling scientist's experiment. Something just to help people," Kim ended with a sigh.

"Kay, trust me," Bonnie said, sounding for a moment like the Bonnie Kim remembered from High School. "If anyone can find a way to be a financial loser at Shadowrunning, it's going to be you."

Kim looked over at her former rivals Cheshire Cat grin, and couldn't help but laugh. "You're right, I'm just being melodramatic again. It's not like we have to stop helping people. We just need to find the right people to help," Kim admitted.

"Precisely!" Ginny agreed. "And until then, take some pride in a job well done. No one was hurt, and there was no property damage. I doubt they'll realize they've been hit until whatever it is that got lifted hits the market from someone else," Ginny said. "If not for the whole nepotism thing, I'd recommend you to our own Deniable Asset department."

Date: Early morning, March 29th, 2070

Location: Headquarters of Seattle Sorcery and Sybernetics, Seattle Metroplex, Extraterritorial

"All right, let's go," Kim Possible said, as she and the others slipped from the office.

Señor Senior the Third looked blankly at the screen as he watched the Runners make their way carefully out. The trideo image cast odd colors into the dusky light filling the office from the large windows, and across its sole inhabitant, lounging partially clothed behind his desk. "It looks as though you've recovered from your aliment, Kim Possible. The question is how well?"

The spliced video of the Run started again, and he leaned in to once again study the footage. "For know, I think I will observe. The opportune moment to push you in the proper direction will present it self soon enough. Until then, I shall be patient. There is, after all, still some time."

To be continued...

Author's Notes: Huh, it's been more then a year? I didn't post anything in 2008? Really? Shit. I, ah, blame my own laziness! That's the ticket!

But really, my job situation has been dicey all year, and when I haven't been desperately looking for some sort of work, I've been working seven days a week. I've finally settled into seven days a week of steady work. This, has turned out to more or less be a good thing. After all, I'm working. But, as this is boring real world stuff, let's move on.

Chapter 7 is already about half written. It's the last half too, so it shouldn't be too long until that's up and running. Sorry that this chapter was a bit light on the action too. Cyberwraith9 recommended something going wrong and a nice little fight at the end. And I thought about it too. However, I don't want it in the 3S building. Not yet at least. So, this Run goes smooth. And a run that goes smooth, is one where not a shot is fired.

Thanks for the read and reviews on Chapter 5 and A Christmas in the Shadows from: ShadowBlade989, Lady Rhetorica, Blackguard, majinbuttercup, CajunBear73, Jackaniny, MrDrP, Balrog60, Niklos, and Mr. Wizard.

The Name the Runners contest is still open until I'm done with and posting chapter 7. I like the suggestions I've gotten so far, but I want to see what else might still come in. Winners will see their Handle's used in Born to Shadowrun Chapter 7: Runt of the Litter.

Thanks of course go out to my badical prereaders. Taeh Zuh, who's been a source of feedback on the setting and my, I'd like to think slight, abuse of the English language. PETE!, who's made many a catch in terminology that's hopefully helped with making the setting pop a bit more for all of you. And finally, your Queen of Fanfiction and mine, Cyberwraith9, who's many edits and suggestions help my bad spelling so very much (and from whom I stole the Legion of Villainous Evil).

Special Bonus: Since all the core character build books look to be out, time to start stating out the characters. I'm not quite ready to show you all that's going on with Kim and Ron, so we'll start with the other members of the team.

Since I'm a gentleman, ladies first: Lynn Possible, resident gun bunny and femme fatale (as of Chapter 1)

Lynn Possible

Metatype: Human

Attributes: Body 4, Agility 5*, Reaction 6*, Strength 5*, Charisma 5, Intuition 4, Logic 2, Willpower 3.

*denotes an augmented attribute.

Edge: 4, Initiative 10 (2 Passes), Essence 2.99

Positive Qualities: Ambidextrous, Aptitude (pistols), Biocompatibility (Cyberware), Guts, Perceptive.

Negative Qualities: Incompetent (forgery, parachuting), Low Pain Tolerance, Moderate Addiction (Alcohol), Poor Self Control (Thrill Seeker).

Skills: Climbing 3, Gymnastics 3, Running 3, Swimming 3, Pistols (Semi-Automatics) 8 (9), Unarmed Combat 2, Blades 2, Infiltration 3, Etiquette 3, Pilot Ground Craft 1, Perception 2, Automatics 2; English N, Japanese 1, Sperethiel 1, Ares Macrotechnology 2, Club Music 2, SOTA Science 2, Black Markets 2, Ghost Cartels 2. Skills take into account cyber and bioware but not attributes.

Cyberware/Bioware: datajack, cybereyes (eye recording unit, flare compensation, image link, low-light vision, smartlink, thermographic vision, vision enhancement rating 3), cyberears (audio enhancers rating 3, select sound filters rating 4, sound link, spatial recognizer), skillwires rating 3, reaction enhancers rating 1; muscle augmentation rating 2, muscle toner rating 2, orthoskin rating 2, tailored pheromones rating 1, reflex recorder (pistols), synaptic booster rating 1

Gear of note: Transys Avalon Commlink with Iris Orb OS, 2x Ares Predator IV Heavy Pistols (silencer, quick draw holster, and rating 4 fake license for each), Ares Alpha assault rifle, spare clips with either gel rounds or Ex-Explosive for all weapons, grapple gun with 200m of stealth rope and catalyst stick, Fake SIN (rating 4), fake SIN (rating 2), rating 4 fake license for all illegal cyberware, one year basic DocWagon contract.