When a run goes south

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!

  1. #1 by Chadwick on November 13, 2009 - 10:13 AM

    Well, Matt headed home, where he found Lone Star already in his house. He wound up being shot at a bit, as he fled with the items they had already confiscated from his home.

    He and Kurt then tried to sell off Matt’s truck, but had to bail out when they wouldn’t be able to hold a magical disguise on the truck and on Matt at the same time (Matt was being taken to the front office to discuss terms while they checked the truck back in the shop). At this point, they met back up with the rest of the team, who had stopped off near the barrens to wait.

    When the team regrouped, they got “ambushed” by a bunch of amateurs. For this, I had Stephan’s brother (whose name escapes me) stand in for you. But Kurt ended the whole thing real fast with a well-placed illusion.

    Turns out, these amateurs were the friends of your dead Johnson. When they heard about the item in question (that the Johnson hadn’t even told them about), they suggested you check out a fortune-teller by the name of Trixy, who has been asking about an item like that.

    That’s pretty much it, and we’ll pick up there next week.

  2. #2 by Joshua on November 14, 2009 - 1:58 PM

    I’m still up for doing a Christmas thing on the 16th or 17th. I’d be willing to host again but I think that Chad and I agreed that his place is bigger and better suited for this sort of thing.

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