Another night loomed above the sprawl of Seattle. The darkness was held at bay with the soulless light shining from the countless skyscrapers. The rumble of machinery, the humming of drones and air-taxis, and the endless whispering and grumbling from the huddled masses kept the concrete jungle tearing through the night as always.
For those capable of affording a better class of living accommodations however, they are lucky enough to be able to completely block out the real world and live within their own isolation in piece. For those that have the backing of one of the Megas, or that provide backing to them, you can even rely on a certain degree of safety for your Astral and Matrix privacy. Or you can go out hunting to cause trouble for others.
From inside corporate territory the entire world outside could almost appear peaceful. With all of the wealth and power possessed within their walls made them their own pocket worlds. Outsiders could see them as paradise within a cruel and unforgiving land. Those that knew better understood that anyone outside the Corp, and even some within it, should only view them as a means too a quick grave should you try and jump yourself up any.
Within the linked halls of Renraku Computer Systems' in their territory within the Seattle limits countless wageslaves roam back and forth, enjoying the Neo-Japanese contemporary styling of the interiors. There are never enough hours in the day to accomplish the work needed, but the combination of stimulants and bioware extend the working hours enough for their Corporate masters to be satisfied, for the time being.
At his personal terminal worked one employee that had a little more pull than those commonly around him. The apartment was spacious with all the amenities one could hope for. As his fingers moved rapidly across a laser keyboard to write up yet another report he would pause on occasion to take a sip from the glass of merlot at his side. This dwarf kept his dark beard exquisitely trimmed, his suit tailored to beautifully accentuate his muscular frame.
There was an inaudible beep from his cranial commlink gave the dwarf pause. With a thought he recorded the progress on his current report and banished it from his display. Standing up to relieve the cramping in his muscles he brought up the new message to the front of his PAN. A grin crossed his face as he read the few words contained in the message; "Hellfire Bar, 1:00 am tomorrow."
"Well, that doesn't give me much time to get everyone together," the dwarf muttered to himself. He opened one of the draws in his desk, slipped on his concealable holster, and brought out his Hammerli 620S pistol. Gently slotting in a magazine of ammunition he tucked the gun into his holster and pocketed another magazine in case things went south in a hurry. He made his way over to the door, looking over a few of his different augmented sunglasses options.
"Heading out Davas?" The soft feminine voice called from one of the two bedrooms of the apartment. A fair featured head emerged from inside, a loose fitting martial arts gi draping her slender and well-curved frame. "I trust you'll be back before too long cousin. If not, I'll see you after my class is done in the morning."
"Don't worry, this is just a job scouting mission." Davas grinned and threw on the sunglasses he had settled on. "Shouldn't be any danger tonight Jessica, so you can just relax and I'll see you later."
Jessica rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she grinned slightly and returned to her room.
As he opened the door Davas fired off a PAN message to the people he wanted with him for this meet. It was going to be another busy day.
