We showed up at what’s probably the only non-Yak Japanese restaurant in Seattle and met a visibly nervous Johnson.
He handcuffed a briefcase to one of us and told us to guard his body for ¥3K apiece. We met up with him again at 3 AM at that same restaurant. He drove us to a junkyard on the outskirts of town. After passing through a Zelda-esque secret passage hidden under a rock, two mages and the Johnson emerged into the junkyard. Armed only with a shotgun, I (the old man security tech), a shaman, and the dude with the briefcase handcuffed to his arm stayed back while the Johnson made the drop.
Only he never got the chance to make the drop. He said, “Hey! You’re not the one I made the deal with!” Next came explosions and gunfire, followed by Lonestar charging in with men, guns, and helicopters. Briefcase carrier and I fled on foot while the mages fought off Lonestar. They eventually managed to get in a car and escape, coming round to pick us up. I heard over the radio that the Johnson was dead. So much for our payment.
We figured that if the Johnson was keen on exchanging this case for something then someone must want what’s inside. The mages were the stars here because the runes on the outside of the case apparently constituted a ward of some sort. Generally the kind of thing that keeps bad stuff from getting in or out. Inside was a black sphere on a black velvet cushion. Not a shiny, round, marble – a sphere of pure black. As in no visible light could penetrate or reflect. The brave (and not too bright) former handcuffee decided to pick up whatever it was. Only it wasn’t. He reached his hand into the sphere and came out with a little demon figurine holding a tiny pink sphere. The mages both said “BAD!” and ensured that the artifact was put back into the case before any permanent damage was done. Still without a clue as to what we had, I called my friend and cover story to see if she might want it. No such luck – she hung up as soon as I identified myself. The mages’ contact wouldn’t even answer.
We rolled up to the house of the dude who still had part of a handcuff attached to his arm to find it turned upside down and crawling with Lonestar. Similarly affected were the mages’ boss, the shaman, and myself. As we were driving around wondering what to do now, we saw that the electronics stores all had our pictures plastered in the window. Well, actually, they were on the trids on display in the windows. Apparently, we were wanted as terrorists. My idea was to ditch the case at Ares headquarters and call Lonestar and tip them off. The rest of the team wasn’t into that idea, however.
At this point, I had to leave to go to my Lodge meeting. Can someone fill me in on the result? Thanks!