Hey everyone..this is the first story I've written...so...please, please review it. I wanna know what people think.
You can either email me at ixandocommandoxi@aol.com or reach me through AIM on that same name....and fair warning, I tend ta use a li'l foul language...and it gets a little violent, but hey..it's Shadowrun. ^.^ Oh, and...er..I don't own Shadowrun either. I just enjoy it...anyway...enjoy.
"Mm...sleep...just a little more..."
Jack stretched an arm out, reaching for his alarm clock. Upon finding it, he pushed that oh-so-familiar snooze button, and...nothing happened. The high-pitched ringing sounded out again, and then Jack's sleep-deprived mind recognized it for what it was.
"...the fraggin' phone." Jack said as he let out a sigh, then sat up and reached over for the phone. After clipping the bracelet-like holder onto his wrist, he flipped up the vidscreen and glanced down at it. As usual, it was blackened out. "This is Jack..the hell you want this early?"
"Jacko, Jacko...what do you mean early? It's four in the fraggin' afternoon, fer ghost's sake!" It was Roscoe, Jack's fixer. Wonderful. On the bright side for Jack, this would mean more work, which he needed to make rent for the month.
"Yeah..like I said. Early. Whadda ya want, Roscoe? Sun's not even down yet."
"Ohhh believe me, Jacko, my boy. You want this run. Real easy cred, and I doubt you'll even be in danger of gettin' geeked this time. Not to mention the amount of cred...I haven't seen this much nuyen since yer big one back in '52."
Why Roscoe always had to bring up that dreaded run was beyond Jack...he'd spent near a month in the hospital after that one, not to mention losing a good friend, and...her. Not a day went by when he didn't regret getting his wife mixed up in all this. He barely noticed Roscoe was repeating his name for almost three minutes now.
"Shut up, Roscoe...I'm interested. Where's Johnson want to meet?"
"Matchstick's. I know you've been there at least a few times before. Be there at six."
With that, there was a click as the conversation was disconnected. Jack flipped down the vidscreen of the phone, removed the bracelet part of it from his wrist, and then set it down on the nightstand, taking a look at the clock while he did. Just after four, which would give him more than enough time to prepare himself. After sitting for a moment or two, he stood up and glanced over at himself in the mirror. He wasn't old just yet...thirty-seven years of age. Hair had been shaved a week ago, and despite the growth since then he didn't feel the need to shave it, nor his face, today, as the dark growth merely managed to give him a slightly more menacing appearance, and appearance meant a lot in his line of work. Appraising eyes didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary until the light caught them. Then they lit up like the emeralds they were often compared to. As usual just after wakin' up, he was only wearing boxers, and so he took a bit of time to examine his physique. Still in shape, and not a bit of machinery in him to help that out. Nor magic, for that matter, he thought to himself. Sure, some of those chromed-up street sams had some nice, expensive 'ware in them, but..Jack didn't need it, and it couldn't make up for a lack of skill..not totally, anyway. Even skillsofts could only go so far. After examining himself, and his scars, for quite a bit, he glanced to the clock again. 4:30.
"Aw hell. Where'd the time go?" he said to himself before finally stepping into his bathroom for a shower. The water wasn't hot today..bad plumbing came with the bad apartment..but he endured it anyway. Once out of the shower, he took another look at himself in the mirror, then sighed.
"Well...back to work. Let's go get ready."
You can either email me at ixandocommandoxi@aol.com or reach me through AIM on that same name....and fair warning, I tend ta use a li'l foul language...and it gets a little violent, but hey..it's Shadowrun. ^.^ Oh, and...er..I don't own Shadowrun either. I just enjoy it...anyway...enjoy.
"Mm...sleep...just a little more..."
Jack stretched an arm out, reaching for his alarm clock. Upon finding it, he pushed that oh-so-familiar snooze button, and...nothing happened. The high-pitched ringing sounded out again, and then Jack's sleep-deprived mind recognized it for what it was.
"...the fraggin' phone." Jack said as he let out a sigh, then sat up and reached over for the phone. After clipping the bracelet-like holder onto his wrist, he flipped up the vidscreen and glanced down at it. As usual, it was blackened out. "This is Jack..the hell you want this early?"
"Jacko, Jacko...what do you mean early? It's four in the fraggin' afternoon, fer ghost's sake!" It was Roscoe, Jack's fixer. Wonderful. On the bright side for Jack, this would mean more work, which he needed to make rent for the month.
"Yeah..like I said. Early. Whadda ya want, Roscoe? Sun's not even down yet."
"Ohhh believe me, Jacko, my boy. You want this run. Real easy cred, and I doubt you'll even be in danger of gettin' geeked this time. Not to mention the amount of cred...I haven't seen this much nuyen since yer big one back in '52."
Why Roscoe always had to bring up that dreaded run was beyond Jack...he'd spent near a month in the hospital after that one, not to mention losing a good friend, and...her. Not a day went by when he didn't regret getting his wife mixed up in all this. He barely noticed Roscoe was repeating his name for almost three minutes now.
"Shut up, Roscoe...I'm interested. Where's Johnson want to meet?"
"Matchstick's. I know you've been there at least a few times before. Be there at six."
With that, there was a click as the conversation was disconnected. Jack flipped down the vidscreen of the phone, removed the bracelet part of it from his wrist, and then set it down on the nightstand, taking a look at the clock while he did. Just after four, which would give him more than enough time to prepare himself. After sitting for a moment or two, he stood up and glanced over at himself in the mirror. He wasn't old just yet...thirty-seven years of age. Hair had been shaved a week ago, and despite the growth since then he didn't feel the need to shave it, nor his face, today, as the dark growth merely managed to give him a slightly more menacing appearance, and appearance meant a lot in his line of work. Appraising eyes didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary until the light caught them. Then they lit up like the emeralds they were often compared to. As usual just after wakin' up, he was only wearing boxers, and so he took a bit of time to examine his physique. Still in shape, and not a bit of machinery in him to help that out. Nor magic, for that matter, he thought to himself. Sure, some of those chromed-up street sams had some nice, expensive 'ware in them, but..Jack didn't need it, and it couldn't make up for a lack of skill..not totally, anyway. Even skillsofts could only go so far. After examining himself, and his scars, for quite a bit, he glanced to the clock again. 4:30.
"Aw hell. Where'd the time go?" he said to himself before finally stepping into his bathroom for a shower. The water wasn't hot today..bad plumbing came with the bad apartment..but he endured it anyway. Once out of the shower, he took another look at himself in the mirror, then sighed.
"Well...back to work. Let's go get ready."