It’s 2073 and Minneapolis has been given the World Science Fiction Convention by fannish acclaim. But there are big problems in Mipple-city and Mr. Johnson wants you to check them out, chummer.
To earn a night’s pay a group of novice security guards will step into a world of corporate intrigue and magic that will change their lives forever, if they don’t end up dead.
A simple security job guarding a shipment of antique trinkets turns the Runners into amateur sleuths to save themsleves from corporate revenge. Characters provided for 8-10 players.
Point, Counterpoint: It was just a job chummer. Work is work, right? Don’t get personal, just get paid. Mess around with corps—geeked and on page 1. A Shadowrun mystery.
Shuriken was cutting ICE, cutting it well, until a spectral hand clawed its way out of his dock and tried to frag him. He ran. He ran to tell his fixer. There was magic in the Matrix.