It wasn't a cold and rainy night. That would've been good news. For Drue sitting around watching trideo on a hot day was not his idea of fun. He wanted to be somewhere gloomy to match his mood. As he looked around his coffin apartment looking for his pocket secretary he stumbled over an end table. Cursing the combination Sleep Deprivation and Hangover he finally found what he was after. Deciding to hold off on calling D who was probably in equally bad shape he decided to hit the fridge for some hangover relief aid. Opening the door and being blinded by the 4 watt light bulb he fumbled past the green mold pastures looking for a bottle that didn't match his dour outlook. Upon finding his fermented refreshment Drue Guzzled it down. Cheap synthohol only took you in one direction but at least it was away from the headache.
As he numbed down a bit he was suddenly jolted by a concussive pounding at the door. He muttered to himself cursing his hangover as he drew his pistol and shuffled towards the door. "Let me in snack shack!" came the muffled call from beyond the door. It was D, how does he recover so fast? Drue opened the door only to find D waiting in Full Combat gear. "how the hell are you so cheery?", Drue asked. "You don't get hung over if you don't go to sleep". "I'll try to remember that, so where are we off to?". "We have a meeting with Mr. Johnson", so you're going to be on your best behavior. "When am I not on my best behavior?" Drue asked midway through picking his nose and letting out a belch that could drop a rhino at 20 yards. "Whenever you're awake" replied D smugly.
So the two started off toward their chosen meeting place. This time its club Penumbra, a trendy place that's secluded and quiet enough during the day to conduct shadowy business. And Shadowy business was what they were here for.
Sitting in the corner booth in the dark was a gentleman in a gray suit. He was human and completely plain in all features making him perfect for his job. A Johnson is a corporate employee who hires deniable assets a.k.a shadowrunners. And guess who has that particular job. Why our two friends D and Drue.
D looks like any other human. A little lanky and muscular, he honed his body into a weapon. Even though he rarely let anyone close enough to need his fists he could handle himself in a fight. D's forte is his affinity for Weapons. D is better than average with any ranged weapon you hand him. And his collection is enough to hole up against an army. D is never without guns in concealed holsters hidden under his coat.
Drue on the other hand only has experience with some of the larger variety guns and rocket launchers. Being a troll Drue is large enough, and strong enough to wield weapons that normal humans require mounted on a turret. However, Drue Doesn't spend much time at range. He prefers to get close to his enemies and crush them with his bare hands. He uses an oversized battle axe and sword. 2-handed weapons for a 10 1/2 foot tall killing machine.
Mr. Johnson Secretly raises an eyebrow seeing these two coming towards him it never ceases to amaze him how people so otherworldly can hide in the shadows and disappear the way shadowrunners can. Not that it matters. Mr. Johnson has the backing of a Megacorp that basically shares control of the world with 9 other corps. His only job here is to hire shadowrunners to put his corp a little ahead of the others.
"Oi" Drue greets their employer. "Ah, Drue and D is it?" he greeted them with no emotion. "I have an opportunity for you here, unlike any you've had recently. Its simple and dangerous, but the moneys good."
"Dangerous we can handle" Drue returned, "I just hope it'll be some place sunny". "Not that a place like that exists anywhere near Seattle" Joked D.