cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/24068

—FLOREASCA EMERGENCY HOSPITAL RECEPTION SYSTEM—

—>/root/install_RAT.sh

—sh /root/install_RAT.sh: Permission denied

—DEBUG: Customer approaching. Initializing onboarding

CUSTOMER ANALYSIS:

Orc female

Estimated age: 22-24

Physical description: [‘Brown eyes’,‘Inward-pointing tusks’,‘Black hair’,‘Medium height’,‘Possible malnourishment’]

Clothing description: [‘Tattered leather jacket’,‘Troll rockband t-shirt’,‘Torn Jeans’]

SIN Issuer: ERROR

SIN ID: ERROR

Estimated wealth level: Low

Targeted upsell: Premium

—>sudo chown v:v /root/install_RAT.sh

—DEBUG: Initializing transcript

A: Greetings, customer! Please state the nature of your medical emergency

C: Any day now, V

—>sudo /root/install_RAT.sh

—sh /root/install_RAT.sh: Permission denied

A: We do not currently have your SIN on file. Please provide a valid SIN for continuance of medical coverage

C: Shut it, tin can

—>sudo chmod +x /root/install_RAT.sh

A: Please consider upgrading to a Premium package for an ad-free medical experience!

—>sudo /root/install_RAT.sh

A: Sorry about that, noise back home seems to be as thick as I remember

C: Or you’re just getting slow. Getting lazy with all that shadowrunning cash?

—WARNING: Unknown voicepack file /tmp/Troll_Female.amr

A: Just started my first job, actually. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about

C: Little old me? Was surprised when I got the message. So, what’s up?

A: Our fixer, JC, hooked me up with a Johnson. First job, it’s gotta be a gimme, right? Met my team just before the meet. Weirdest bunch of oddballs I’ve ever seen

C: Come on, can’t be that bad, we ran with the Vory and they were nutjobs

A: Think less homicidal weird, and more just strange. Some Native American dwarf who won’t take his head-dress off called Shaker, an ex-cop called Mother Hen for some strange reason and an ex-racer called Brundy. Anyways, the meet goes ok, but the Johnson was a nervous wreck. Didn’t even bat an eye when we almost doubled his asking fee. Some Vory lieutenant called Kuznetsov is leaning on him hard for his gang to “volunteer” to fight their new war with the Triads, and he wants blackmail material to make it go away. Whole thing smells fishy as hell. Why this gang? Why now?

C: So you said no, right?

A: Like hell I did, not for that paycheck. After we’re done talking, we realize everyone forgot to put a white noise generator on the table and some guy started blackmailing us.

C: Heh. Chummers.

A: Well, we paid him off and that Hen stole the dude’s white noise generator. No idea why. Maybe out of embarrassment or something? Anyways, so we start doing some digging. Brundy knows who the Johnson was: some hotshot racer called Nitro. Competes in the Seattle Sprint, some underground race. I called some old Vory friends and found out our guy is running it. Gotta be connected, right?

C: Uh-huh. And was it?

A: I’m getting there! So, Brundy goes to register in the race to get more info there while I do a bit more digging on the matrix. We find that Kuznetsov’s been getting into arguments with some racers. More specifically, a racer named Ferguson who’s gone off the grid for a while. while Shaker and I went to make a housecall. Ferguson’s car’s been out to the Redmond Barrens once a month for a long time now for quite a bit, according to the gridguide on it. Weird as hell. Even stranger was when he answered the door with a gun behind his back. Shaker was absolutely oblivious and started asking about Kuznetsov, and the guy damn near exploded at us. Told us to leave or else.

C: So I’m guessing you beat him up and got him to answer a few more questions?

A: This is Seattle, not Bucharest darling. We do have to be a LITTLE more subtle than that. I just put a mark on the commlink in his pocket and we left. Just a burner though. We all gathered up to figure out what we had so far. Hen had talked to his friends in the Knights Errant, no luck there. Brundy found out the favorite to win the race is some guy called “Zone” and that Kuznetsov has been strangely successful in his bets for a very long time now

C: Insider urban brawl kinda successful, or rigs the races kinda successful?

A: We’re thinking rigs the races kinda successful. Just as we were about to split up, the commlink goes active. Wouldn’t ya know it, he’s using this burner to call his wife and kids out in the East coast. Sounds very much like he got them to safety. No idea why, or safety from what.

C: So what happened next?

A: What happened next? What happened next is I sent you a message. Listen, ask around any Vory contacts you have left over there, see if anybody there knows him. I feel like I’m going in blind here. JC, our fixer is sending us some backup.

C: I mean, sure? What are you expecting to find?

A: No idea, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. Take care

C: Screw you too

—>sudo rm -rf --no-preserve-root / &

—>sudo shutdown -H now

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