Taiga Singh - Fixer Briefing Scene
A fixer sends his Shadowrunners on a job, circa 2055.
Seattle Underground, 2055
The neon-lit dive bar in the Redmond Barrens hummed with the low conversation of street samurai, deckers, and other denizens of the shadows. In a corner booth shrouded in smoke and shadow, Taiga Singh leaned back in cracked synth-leather, her cybernetic eye glowing faintly red as she scanned the team of shadowrunners who had answered her call.
Taiga Singh: [Stubbing out a cigarette in an overflowing ashtray] "Alright, chombas, now that we're all here and the jamming field is active, let's talk business. My Johnson has a problem, and problems mean profit for people like us."
She slides a credstick across the table, its surface gleaming under the bar's harsh lighting.
Taiga Singh: "Fifteen thousand nuyen. That's your starting fee, split however you want. Another ten when the job's done clean. The target is a mid-level Aztechnology researcher named Dr. Elena Vasquez. She's been working on some very interesting bioware prototypes at their Bellevue facility."
Taking a long drag from a fresh cigarette, Taiga's expression grows serious.
Taiga Singh: "Here's the catch - my Johnson doesn't want her geeked. They want her extracted alive and willing. Seems the good doctor has been having second thoughts about her corporate loyalty, especially after seeing what happened to her last research partner who tried to blow the whistle on some... unsavory experiments."
She leans forward, lowering her voice.
Taiga Singh: "Dr. Vasquez has a window tomorrow night. Security rotation changes at 2300 hours, and she'll be working late in Lab 7 on the third floor. The facility uses standard maglock systems - nothing your decker can't handle. But here's where it gets interesting..."
Pausing for effect, she taps ash into the tray.
Taiga Singh: "Aztechnology's been paranoid lately. Word on the street is they've got some new security contractor - ex-military types with serious hardware. Could be nothing, could be a problem. That's why I'm sending a full team instead of just a solo op."
She slides a data chip across the table.
Taiga Singh: "Building schematics, guard rotations, and what little intel I could dig up on their security upgrades. The extraction point is the parking garage - level B2. I've got a Johnson's van waiting there from 2330 to 0030. Miss that window, and you're on your own for transport."
Leaning back again, Taiga's cybernetic eye whirs softly as it focuses on each team member.
Taiga Singh: "Questions? And don't ask me who the Johnson is - you know better than that. What I will tell you is they've got deep pockets and a long memory for good work. Screw this up, and you'll never work in Seattle again. Pull it off clean, and there's more where this came from."
She stands, dropping a few nuyen on the table for the drinks.
Taiga Singh: "You've got eighteen hours to prep. I suggest you use them wisely. Dr. Vasquez's life depends on it... and so does your reputation."
As she moves toward the exit, her voice carries back over the bar's ambient noise.
Taiga Singh: "Remember - quiet, clean, and no bodies. The shadows are watching, and so am I."
The team is left with the credstick, data chip, and the weight of another job in the sprawling darkness of 2055 Seattle.