Morn Whitestar’s personal log
I suppose those words will take new meaning as we accept non-standard work. Life between the corporate shadows certainly isn’t what I expected.
We took a contract from a Mishima suit and I wasn’t keen on this type of rush-job right out of the gate. But life so rarely follows a script. One minute you are on your yacht, sipping mimosas, and then you are sharing a concrete cell with Yolanda.
That’s just life, I guess.
Anyway, we take the job to retrieve a certain briefcase likely full of biological material — safe to be around, if you can trust the Mishima suit. However, we had less than 48 hours to fulfill the contract, as the material apparently had some sort of quick half-life or something.
We follow our one lead to a residence high-rise and Finn finds a hidden microchip. We learn of the imminent sale of the briefcase and rush to the meeting spot only to be greeted with limited options. Pan confirms the case is onsite at the factory, but there are 6 men guarding it — not exactly the situation I wanted to walk Pan, Finn and myself into.
In the end, Finn’s solution was… rather unique. I thought it had a good chance of working without bloodshed – but we ended up in a gunfight nonetheless. Ah well. Let’s just say I’ll never look at a forklift quite the same after tonight’s events.
I’m sad we had to shoot people to achieve our goal, but I’d be lying if a part of me didn’t feel exhiliration between the bullet trails. Don’t get me wrong, however: I certainly don’t want to seek-out firefights, as that’s a quick way to the grave.
Once the dust settles and I get a good night’s rest, I’ll look into some non-letal options… just so we have them on hand. I think this last contract would have gone much more smoothly if we were better prepared or we had more time.