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Shadowrun: Dark Secrets (Causeway x Theris)

Net smiles at your comment, before taking on an introspective look when you mention Mr Johnson. "You know, I think your right, If he got these for us for the run, maybe he didn't tell us everything? then again they never do" he grumbles. He looks surprised when you mention is own augmentations, "I's know's a guy" he says with a grin, effecting a cheese Italian accent. Then he continues in a normal voice, "We call him Frankenstein, he did me and Rex, and is our go to doctor when we need one" he replies.

The engine dies down after a moment and you hear another vehicle approach. "Hey Rex, get off that trash barge and help me, and where's Net, he can help too, and Cyber" You hear Hawk yell out. Net looks up, "looks like we're being summoned, best not keep the 'Queen' waiting" he says.
 
Nodding, I head back to the docks where Hawk's no doubt waiting. "Well, it seems there's some good news," I say as I jump off the side of the boat onto the deck. "I managed to find a little diamond in this here rough. Though it could still use a... thorough coating of bleach, regardless."
 
As you hope off the ship you find Rex stooped over a van baring the logo of some small time company. Ottersons couriers. Inside is several large boxes, with large labels proclaiming their contents. You see at least 4 crates labeled cleaning, 2 food, and 2 water. At the steering wheel is a dwarf, complete with the classic beard, with a white hat and light blue overalls. Net runs up to join Rex in the unloading, trying and failing to carry just as many crates as the troll, who manages 2 at a time, one for each arm. Hawk passes you with one of the hunks of wood "What diamond was spawned from the depths of this rough?" she asks jokingly, thought she is clearly curious.
 
"I'll show you later," I say, subtly indicating the dwarf. Grabbing some cleaning supplies, I make for the head. After a few moments, I come out, gasping for breath. "Huh... between the stench and the fumes from those cleaning supplies, I think I just about got a buzz... or at least killed a few brain cells. Good news, though. We have a functioning head." Hopefully taking care of that business earned me a few brownie points. If not...

"Did you show her what this fugly's packing below the belt?"
 
Hawk nods, letting you know she understood your meaning before continuing past. Grabbing the case you make your way into the bowels of the ship and get to work on the head. Hawk had bought enough bleach, degreaser, and acids to scour the entire ship, twice. Finally you crawl your way out of that particular room, and your certain you'll have nightmares about it for years to come. Hawk smiles as she sees you, before reconciling is disgust, her hands reaching to cover her mouth and nose. "Thanks for doing that, now go clean up, my god" she says, gagging. Net, standing nearby smiles at Hawks reaction, though you note that he is actively trying not the breath himself. "Nope, I figured you'd like to do the honors" he replies.
 
After quickly making myself presentable, I head back to the crew to see how they're doing. "Well, now that I'm not a walking Superfund Site, let's see the main attraction." I slide myself over the boat's surface like a sexy showgirl on a gameshow, and pull out the guns.
 
After testing out the shower and making sure that everything works you make your way back on deck. The others are gathered for your presentation, having finished loading up the rest of the supplies. All three of them whistle at you as you slide along the deck, and break out in cheers as you pull out both of the Stoners. Rex comes up and almost delicately picks up one of the LMGs, checking it over with a grin on his face, like a kid in a candy store. Giving the weapon back to you he looks at the others, "I think were ready" he says.
 
Nodding, I say, "Does anybody have a place I can park my bike? Also, mind helping me unload it on the sly? I've got some... extra goodies stored away that could probably be very useful in this situation. After that, we should probably get to planning things out."
 
Hawk tosses you a pair of keys "you can drop it off at my place, I've got a garage so it'll be out of sight" she says. She also pulls out her commlink and taps on it, and a message pops up on yours with the directions. "I can help you unload" Net volunteers, stepping up to stand next to you.
 
I unload all of the gear I'd been concealing due to legal issues onto the boat, including my assault rifle, a Nissan Optimum. The underslung shotgun will probably come in very handy on this mission. After that, I head off to Hawk's place. "You coming too?" I ask Net.
 
As Net helps you unload his eyes get a little wide eyes at all the armaments "Your not one to mess around are you" he says. Net nods his head, "Sure, I'll come along, Hawk doesn't live to far away, and the walk back will be better with company" he says.
 
"Armaments are my security blankie," I say, and get my bike ready. "Go ahead and hop on the back, should take your weight, as long as you don't hit the Stuffer Shack too frequently," I say, smiling.
 
"and lose my girlish figure, hell no" he replies with a smile, before hopping onto the bike behind you. His hands automatically going around her hips to secure himself. You feel his biceps against your sides, firm, but not steel.
 
I take the route indicated to me to Hawk's place. Upon arriving, I wait for Net to input the code to open the garage, assuming that he knows it. These three seem like they've worked together in the past.
 
As you pull up the to the coordinates you see a fairly decent apartment building, with an attached garage section. Net hops off the Bike and goes to the one numbered 235 and inputs the code, causing the door to rise.
 
"Not a bad place," I say, moving my bike into the garage. Turning to Net, I ask, "How long have you been with this group?"
 
Net pauses at you question, rolling his eyes up as he remembers when he joined the group. "Its going on close to 5 years now, since we all got together, I know Rex and Hawk had a team before that though" he answers you.
 
I nod, seemingly satisfied. "Well, that's good. Means that this whole setup's a fair bit more solid, all things considered. Less likely to go downhill if you already know what you're doing. I'll just shoot the badguys and we can all go home and get paid." After a while, I ask, "How long have you known Dex?"
 
"Yeah we finally figured out how to do our jobs" he jokes with a grin. He takes a moment to think " I've known Dex for 6 years now, I was doing some solo jobs from home, and he blackmailed me on the team the first time. I liked the work so kept up with it" he answers you. Then he gets a mischievous look in his eyes,"Hey, want to snoop on Hawks apartment?" he asks, a sly smile creeping over his features as he produces as old fashion key.
 
"About the same for me, then," I say, looking him over. As I see him produce the key, I raise an eyebrow. "You think that'll be enough? I know I have several forms of security at my place. Wouldn't want to trip anything." After a moment, I say, "I mean, I'm as curious as the next girl, but... ah, fuck it. In fact, why don't we raise the stakes a bit?"
 
He raises his eyebrow, before indicating the deck strapped to his body and the holes in his head. "Securities not a problem, plus I know how she thinks" he replied, smiling, "and don't worry about magic, she doesn't do wards". His other eyebrow rises when you mention raising the stakes "What did you have in mind?" he asks.
 
"Oh, nothing too terrible," I say, and trigger my breast implants, causing them to visibly swell an entire cup size. I've had my clothing specially made to accommodate this, and aside from some stretching noises I like to add to the show, there is no lasting damage. They'd have to get a lot bigger before I start having wardrobe malfunctions.
 
Nets eyes go wide and he looks like a fish out of water, then after a few moments he asks "Are those the 2.0?". At the same time you see a noticeable bulged begin to develop in his pants. Shaking himself he tries to look nonchalant, but its a little late for that, "Shall we?" has asks, nodding to the door leading into the Apartment.
 
"They are indeed," I say, feeling the pleasant tightness in my shirt. "And the beast thing is, the bigger they get, the more sensitive they get..."

I enter the apartment, swaying my hips as I go, my big, round ass looking like it's about to burst from my tight leather pants. I take a look at Hawk's humble abode.
 
Net follows you up, and you can feel his eyes on your ass as it sways back and forth. "Are they~ he says, a dreamy lilt in his voice. He almost forgets to shut down the security when you reach for the door handle. His hands blur in front of him, a small look of panic on his face, but he gets it, however there is a side effect of his speed, as your breasts swell an additional cup size and a half.

Inside the Apartment is actually rather nice, with signs of her heritage everywhere. Richly colored rugs dress the floor and a few tapestries are hanging from the walls , along side bead artwork. The couch has what looks like a buck skin blanket, soft to the touch, and the lamps incorporate real horn in their construction. The room is warm, but not stuffy, and a gently wind rolls past you and into the hallway, strangely you don't see an open window.

Net Spoof commands the security = 5, 1, 1, 5, 5, 5, 4, 4, 5, 5, 1, 4, 4 → 6 successes against 5
Maglock defends = 5, 2, 6, 2, 1, 3, 4, 5, 4, 3, 3, 5, 6 → 5 successes against 5

Net spoof commands your breast implants 2.0 = 6, 6, 2, 5, 3, 5, 3, 5, 4, 4, 5, 2, 5 → 7 successes against 5

Your Transys Avalon defends = 5, 5, 3, 6, 1, 1, 5, 6, 1, 4, 4, 5 → 6 successes against 5
 
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