Gaebolg AR

"Hey Mal, what's going on?"

I looked up... but of course I didn't see anything, except the bad ad for the Sarariman PDW, as I was still connected to my deck. I pulled the plug, and instantly, I was torn from the Matrix (in form of the Gun Lovers Power Hour, in which said ad had run).

I looked around my small room, still a bit dizzy from all the hours I had spent in VR, trying to find out where the voice had come from... until I realized that it was the door intercom. Or the person standing on the other side of the door, to be precise. I grabbed a small taser - one of those things that you can buy everywhere - and went over to the door.

"Who is it?" I asked. "It's me, Jac" came the reply.

Ah... my handler, or someone trying to sound like him. "You know the procedure, Jac. Leave a sample at the door." I heard grumbling. "You know I don't like that... The damned door computer hates me. It always takes more blood than it needs for identification." That was true... the door was a bastard to most people... not to me tho, me being its owner. "There, all done. Gave your damn door another taste of my blood. Can I come in now?"

The door display showed that it was indeed Jac, so I told the door to open.. which it did, albeit grudgingly.

"Welcome to my humble abode. What brings you to me, man." I didn't have to ask. Jac only ever came to me when he had something to do for me. Still I liked asking, thinking that one day he'd surprise me... not this day, obviously. "What brings me to you and your damn vampiric door? A mission of course. And for the next time: Just open the damn door when I come, ok? You're being paranoid." "My dear Jac, you of all people should know that a bit of paranoia never hurt anyone. Not in the Sprawl, and certainly not in our profession!" That was true. The Sprawl could be dangerous... especially in the undercities, the areas far away from the clean, and secure (and mindnumbingly boring!) corporate enclaves... Oh well, no risk no fun.

"Anyways, Mal. I have an assignment for you. If you can get yourself away from all those gun shows you watch. I don't know why you keep watching them. Through me you have access to much better stuff than that." He had a glance at the deck's control monitor. "The Sarariman is an overpriced piece of shit. The Gaébolg from Éire PLC is much better. You still have that, don't you?"

Of course I still had it. I love it. Awesome piece, reliable, quiet and the sensor suite for my cyber port was really good (it even had x-ray view). Saved my ass more than 4 times... In the last 3 days. What can I say, I live dangerously..

"Yes, I still have it. Thanks for it again... Now, the mission?" I tried to steer the conversation back to business. "Oh yeah, the mission. You'll love it, Mal. It's a cross-Sprawl courier job. Easy money." Jac said and smiled.

I believed him.... I should've known better...

END OF PART 1

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Whoever finds grammar or spelling errors can keep them

Trying to get my Cyberpunk going again for the tourney.

Credit to Beck for the shaded rails. Done in PMG 0.6.