Shadowrun (Averavic x I_Am_Nobody)

It was 1' AM, and a young woman was falling asleep in her office. An embossed block on her large mahogany desk said Alexia Gross in an elegant, but legible font. Everything in the office was a tricky combination of fine, yet grand, highlighting her importance to anyone who might visit her office. Currently, Alexia's head was resting in her palm and she was staring at a document on her screen. The slow, rhythmic blinking of the cursor had started to put her to sleep. She had been stuck on her closing paragraph, unable to decide how to start it, and had made zero progress in the last hour. She glanced at the corner of the screen and saw the time and yawned. Seeing what time it was just seemed to make it worse. "Tomorrow, I guess." She said, as she shut down the computer for the night.

She retrieved her light jacket from the rack and turned on the security system for her office before leaving and locking the door. She walked by several doors - each containing a similar office - and made her way to the elevator. She didn't have to wait long at this hour, and was in the underground parking garage so quickly she idly wondered if she had sleep walked there. She walked to her car and felt around in her purse for her keys. She stopped and set her purse on the hood of her car, rummaging through it some more. "Are you kidding?" She said, the weariness clear in her voice. She started walking back the way she came to retrieve her keys from her desk drawer, her heels clicking on the pavement. "I may as well just sleep in the office today."

Some days the shadows took every chance they got to kick you square in the balls. The courier turned out to be able to sprint faster than a car, the light convoy was loaded with special forces, the easy hack turned the decker's brain into ground beef. Some nights the world did everything in its power to make you regret the fact that you didn't just wake up dead, because that way you wouldn't be staring down the barrel of a gun large enough to turn your lungs into a fine mist.

Other times, the mark made it easy on you.


"Target's in the parking garage. Get ready."

"Just do your fucking job," Craggy muttered under his breath, shifting slightly to try and get more comfortable. The human car was too small for his massive frame to rest comfortably within, leaving him no choice but to lay between the seats with a cupholder digging into his ass. It had taken him the better part of an hour just to get that far down, but this way there was no escape for the corporate bitch.

He heard a brief thump from outside the car, VicTime's voice coming through the comlink implanted in his skull. "She's set her purse on the car, looking through it..." The elf's chuckle was cruel through the comm. "I think she forgot her keys, she's starting to walk away. Best chance we're getting."

"About damn time," Craggy muttered, lifting himself up to one knee. The woman had barely gone half a dozen steps when he opened the car door, rising up out of the vehicle like the behemoth troll he was. There was a nasty smirk on his rough face when he lifted his arm, the short barrel of a sawed-off shotgun leveled at their target's head. "Make this easy and get on your knees," he snapped.