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Just Another Day on the Job: Session 1 - Aah, another day guarding sleazy beauracrats...

21 May 2040:

And so yet another week began for our trio of somewhat inept bodyguards. Today, however, was set to be somewhat different than every other day that had dawned for a good, oh, 1 and a half years. Because today our group actually have a real job!

The momentous nature of this occasion failed to penetrate our heroes' skulls, however, and each prepared for the day ahead as usual. For Ralf Schcen (Pronounced "Sheen") this involved enjoying a cup of expensive coffee while in Aidan O'Connell's home much polishing of guns was occurring. Argyle Grintlock, on the other hand, preferred to spend his breakfast crooning over his newly arrived batch of Bliss-chips and illegal narcotics.

The drive in to work was uneventful despite O'Connell's brief urge to machinegun pedestrians making an appearance. Thankfully this urge was quickly suppressed by his HCI (Hormonal Control Implant). Grintlock, on the other hand, spent the journey sampling his new Bliss-chips, which proved to be of fair quality in general.

Arriving at ViaSoft? HQ in the Midtown area the trio quickly proceeded to take the elevator down to sub-level 40. Upon entering the official home of ViaSoft? NY's Security Division the group made their way to Jonathan Sleznick's office. Sleznick, their boss for the past 5 years, was no happier to see the three than any other day. After a few minutes spent dressing the trio down, as per usual, he proceeded to brief them. To the amazement of all involved our heroes had been assigned to protect a minor functionary for the day. Alfred Wu, Assistant Director of Textile Acquisitions, was the minor functionary in question and his work for the day would be taking him to Lower Manhattan, a region well known for its dubious nature.

Following the briefing Sleznick expelled the group from his office post haste, reminding them on their way out to visit Eddy over at Requisitions for any equipment needs. Leaving Sleznick's office the group bumped into the Da Silva twins. The Da Silvas, cool and collected as ever, pushed past the group with a few arrogant words and quickly entered Sleznick's office, no doubt to receive yet another Top Executive Protection assignment. The arrogant nature of the twins stirred Grintlock's temper to a boiling point and a outright brawl was only narrowly avoided with the aid of Schcen's quick restraint of Grintlock.

Over at "Big Eddy's" section in Requisitions the group were given the option to appropriate some extra equipment but all declined, believing themselves no to be in any dire need of extra weapons or ammunition (A note for the uniformed: This campaign is being play Axxion-style, so I haven't bothered with ammo for the most part any way... :-). The trio then made their way to the underground garages where their driver was waiting in the standard issue armoured corporate limo. After wasting a good few minutes in a pointless search for explosive devices and other illicit substances the group joined the now fuming driver inside the vehicle.

Pulling up outside the front entrance of the building only a minute or so later, the group where just in time to pick up their charge. Alfred Wu proved to be the archetypal minor functionary: Pushy far beyond his position and extremely aggravating in general. His temper was not improved by the obvious eccentricity of his guards and he encouraged the driver to make his way to their destination with all haste.

The place in question proved to be a small, family-run textiles factory. Our heroes proceeded to take their posts in the reception lounge while Wu engaged in negotiations with the owners. The hours dragged on and, eventually, the meeting came to and end. Nearly six hours had passed. During this time the trio were able to plumb the depths of boredom to a great extent. When questioned as regards to delay Wu merely muttered something about "Stubborn family types. Always trying to haggle a better deal..." The group quickly returned to the car and the return journey got underway. It was late afternoon now and the sun cast long shadows on the somewhat dilapidated buildings of Lower Manhattan as the limo moved homeward at moderate speed.

Entering a long street between two four-way intersections the journey was interrupted by a sudden explosion. Even as the muted sound of the explosion washed over the group four jeeps rapidly emerged, two coming into view at each intersection. The limo was hemmed in with no path of escape and the jeeps were disgorging their load of thugs! The driver slowed to a halt even as O'Connell lowered his window and tossed out a smoke grenade. As soon as the limo came to a halt the trio surged into action. O'Connell pushed his door open and rolled out, firing wildly as he did so. His cover fire forced three of the attacking thugs, including the leader who was armed with the MicroAT? (Anti-Tank) Missile Launcher, to dodge for cover. Grintlock rolled forth and quickly surged to his feet. Even as a pair of thugs opened fire on him with their automatic pistols he lobbed a flashbang in their direction. The flashbang exploded right in front of them, blinding both. However, Grintlock was struck by a number of their shots. Luckily his padded clothing took the killing force out of their shots. Nevertheless, he did suffer some damage. Finally, Schcen, a little slower than the others, emerged from his seat and, using a door for cover, quickly drew a bead on a rather vicious looking thug. His burst of automatic fire was dead on target and the thug fell to the road, his lifeblood draining onto the cement.

O'Connell rose to his feet and threw and grenade in the direction of the thugs he had so effectively smothered with his covering fire last round. Even as he did so one of the thugs opened up on him with his sub-machinegun. Luckily for O'Connell the man with the MicroAT? Launcher was still struggling to reload and was unable to fire a rocket in the direction of the limo. Nevertheless, he did notice the grenade and rolled forwards, toward O'Connell, in order to avoid it. The burst of fire from the other thug's SMG hit O'Connell squarely in the chest. Although his kevlar vest took the brunt of the damage, he nevertheless suffered some bruising. Unfortunately for the thug with the SMG he only noticed the grenade as it rolled to a halt at his feet. The resulting explosion redecorated the nearby area in a delightful pastel of meaty shades and the shrapnel also hit the thug with the MicroAT? Launcher, crippling him. Grintlock, for his part, proceeded to spray the two blinded thugs with fire from his automatic pistol. The thugs, already stunned by the flashbangs, were quickly reduced to unconsciousness by the hail of fire. Finally, Schcen once again proceeded to send another of the thugs to his grave with a well-placed burst of fire. The return fire from the surviving thugs during the round amounted to little and was mostly deflected by the armour plating of the limo.

By this time the crippled leader of the thugs had finally managed to reload his MicroAT? launcher. Even as O'Connell rushed towards him the man released a rocket. Luckily for the players his aim was marred by the pain and the rocket roared overhead, smashing into the side of a nearby building. The driver of the limo, deciding to make a break for it, put the pedal to the metal and within moments the armoured vehicle had rammed aside the obstructing vehicles and was away. Meanwhile the trio had been left to deal with the remaining thugs even as the sound of approaching sirens began to reach them. O'Connell completed his rush towards the leader with a vicious kick that pulped the man's skull against the wall he had been leaning on. Meanwhile Grintlock and Schcen proceeded to deal with the two remaining thugs. A final man, after seeing his comrades cut-down, ran for his life and made good on his escape before the group could react.

As the group surveyed the scene and discussed the impending arrival of the police it suddenly became apparent that the attack was by no means over. All at once chaos erupted as everyone's cybernetics simultaneously failed. Schcen's communications implant and, more importantly, his cybernetic eyes shorted out with a defiant buzz while Grintlock's spine erupted in agony as the implanted cyber-rig blew its circuits. O'Connell collapsed in extreme pain and confusion as the hormonal implant in his brain blew every circuit on its myriad chips.

Grintlock, the only member of the trio still capable of seeing AND comprehending was treated to the sight of a tall figure clothed in the stereotypical attire of a long trenchcoat emerging from one of the nearby buildings, his right hand extended. In the next instant Grintlock's consciousness was obliterated and he collapsed to the ground, dead. Schcen and O'Connell could only stand by as the figure proceeded to unleash a metallic storm of knives that tore the remaining two characters to pieces and also severely damaged the inert body of their fallen companion. Their last thoughts were of pain and fear. Slowly, everything faded to black...

Time passed...

And consciousness slowly returned to the three. They awoke to find themselves lying in one of the wards a ViaSoft? Corporate Hospital...