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• SITREP: Primary Objective Incomplete. Suddenly a text message comes from Erika Hoffner, your Johnson, to Shrike, Wraith, and Stygge: "Defensive lockdown. Comms are compromised and personnel are down. Backup is enroute, Callsigns: Greivous and Ronnie. Will contact you when able." Gunfire ...

Test Post Mission Summary thus far: 1. Erika Hoffner, a xxx executive, with a team on retainer, hired you to bag the target. Team was: 2. Her intel said the target is a nasty person, protected by nova hot Matrix security 3. The site had a staff onhand that Mulpa talked with before he went dark 4. Mu...

I like the formatting that puts relevant details in bullet points. Your last post detailing what we know was excellent for situational awareness. As the encounter progressed, I noticed the cut and paste situation details were not changed to reflect the current events. That would help and using your ...

After a very long, cold day with more problems than a shadow runner was supposed to handle, Arthur needed answers. FAST. Whoever that team was, he needed to get confirmation of his kill or there was no payday. He dialed Trillian, his Johnson friend, and waited for her to pick up. She didn't. Arthur ...

Finally! Arthur thought as he sighed in relief. 9 rounds too many for mah laik'n. Wahl, Ah jes got ter git payed now...Aw, frag. I got teh git a pitcher of thet thang! Ain't got the recordin' option in mah eyes an' thes commlink don' got the zoom to gimme what Ah need. Ah got to go down thur 'n pla...

Arthur mentally winced as two of his precision shots sparked off the pavement. The maimed cyborg skipped over toward the elf veteran like a wounded frog might attempt the waltz before attempting to flip the trailer. It held still just long enough and an armor piercing round blasted through the shoul...

Arthur watched the massive cyborg soak a "parting" headshot. That is: part of it here, part of it there, and part of it waaaaay over there staining the wall ! Without his cheek pressed firmly to the stock, Arthur's jaw would surely have dropped open in a most unprofessional display of asto...

Tucked behind his custom M1A rifle, Arthur saw his shots performing as intended...so far. That is: the massive cyborg was goose-stepping his way toward the door, the elf commando had NOT been ripped into hero kibbles, and said elf was also NOT peppering the building with automatic fire in an attempt...

Dago stoopid nosey dandelion eatin' treehugger! Yer standin in mah target area! Thet thar's gon cause all kinda tactical problems! Arthur carefully considered his situation. He only had to eliminate the cyborg. Distance, light, visibility and wind were all compensated. Excellent firing position exc...