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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Andrew D. Gable" data-source="post: 678296" data-attributes="member: 4144">Session 2: 2/5/03September 6, 20604:15 AMOnce back at Club Penumbra, they sought out Sarah. When they found her, Plunkett dropped the datachip into her hand. She nodded and motioned the runners to follow her as she once again ducked out the backdoor into the alley and entered into an apparently deserted building next door."The folks at Fast Freddie’s are mixed up with some runner types, in case you hadn’t noticed. This chip here has a set of Matrix coordinates on it. Procured by a fellow decker named RipperJack. "When the Arcology shut down, it went into full shutdown mode. And I do mean full. All entrances and exits were closed up with blast doors, and even the Arcology’s LTG was disconnected off the Seattle grid. There’s been brief traffic between an Arcology access node and the grid.   "These coordinates are for the sector of the grid that’s getting traffic. RipperJack says that there’s some heavy, heavy security around these coordinates, implying there’s some heavy, heavy paydirt in there. Let’s take a look see."She pulled a small electronic recorder of some sort out of a pocket, flipped the top and popped in a miniature CD. Sarah inserted the datachip into the other end of the recorder, and jacked herself in.  "Miniature Novatech Hyperdeck, satellite uplinked," she said.The three runners kept an eye out in the alleyway as Sarah scanned the Matrix. After a few moments, she came out hurriedly. "Tell ya what, boys," she mumbled, leaning back against the wall. "Jack wasn’t lyin’. There’s some major, major IC on there.""You OK?" Rasta asked."Yeah. I managed to swipe a bit of info for ya." She pointed at her minideck. "Just lemme catch my breath."Sarah closed her eyes and it seemed like she had fallen asleep. But then, after several moments, she awoke. "Like I said, I got some info. Scan this." She punched a few keys on her minideck and white text appeared on the miniature blue screen. "This looks to be a tech readout," she said, telling them all about before they could read it. She glanced back and forth before she continued, in a soft voice. "Tech readout mentions a Renraku employee, a Dr. Daniel Kaminsky, who was apparently a major player in whatever’s happening.""Apparently a printout of a summary of the Arcology’s computerized security systems. And…and while I was in there I saw some things. Moving things, ‘living’ things. But it wasn’t IC.  It didn’t move the same way, that’s the best I can put it."The runners nodded and followed Sarah back into the club. "I’m hangin’ here," she said. "You go on. Find Dr. Kaminsky."September 6, 20603:15 PMWhen the runners finally awoke the next day (a hard night of drinking and violence will do a number on you) in the abandoned warehouse they had appropriated, the first thing they did after their morning run to the Stuffer Shack for some eats was to get to doing some research on Dr. Kaminsky.  Ghost’s fingers danced across the keyboard of the public computer access terminal. A brief scan of the Matrix turned up the information that Dr. Kaminsky was an employee of Renraku, although the site they found (on a private grid or PLTG, the equivalent of a website) wasn’t clear on what exactly he did other than computer systems design. The same PLTG also held an address up in the Queen Anne’s section of the city. Tonight’s run would be infiltration of Kaminsky’s home. And maybe they could finally get to the bottom of what was happening.</blockquote>

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