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<blockquote data-quote="Andrew D. Gable" data-source="post: 740940" data-attributes="member: 4144">Behind the Scenes I: And the Plot ThickensSept. 8, 206010:30 AMThe man in the dark gray suit hefted his files and entered the building. He scanned the directory of businesses in the complex for the one he was looking for. He’d never needed to visit him at work before… here it was. Brackhaven Investments.He filed into an elevator behind several other executive-looking men and women. Even among these other members of the jetset, he stood out. His charisma and leadership ability were obvious. Maybe he was a politico, or he might have star potential.The doors opened into a lobby. Mostly vacant except for some people stationed in leather-upholstered chairs, some reading newspapers, some reading business reports. A black man in a bluish uniform sat in a security station in the middle of the floor. &quot;Please sign in,&quot; he absentmindedly said. He looked up and hurriedly removed his hat. &quot;Governor Lindstrom! I’m sorry sir, I didn’t realize who you were. What brings you here?&quot;&quot;Business,&quot; Lindstrom said, tapping his file folder. &quot;I need to see Mr. Brackhaven.&quot;&quot;Just a moment, sir,&quot; the guard said as he turned on an intercom. &quot;Janice, would you tell Mr. Brackhaven the Governor Lindstrom is here to see him?&quot; A moment later, Lindstrom was met at the doors by an aged gentleman - not too old, maybe in his 60s.&quot;Ivar, old friend,&quot; the man said, clapping Lindstrom on the back. &quot;To what do I owe this visit?&quot;&quot;We need to talk, Karl,&quot; the governor said in a tone that brooked no refusal.&quot;This way, then,&quot; the older gentleman - Karl Brackhaven - said as he turned and escorted Lindstrom through the offices of Brackhaven Investments. Moments later, they stood in Brackhaven’s wood-panelled office. &quot;You could’ve waited until the next meeting, Ivar.&quot;&quot;No, I couldn’t, sir,&quot; Lindstrom said, pulling out the file. &quot;Take a look at this.&quot; From the manila folder he pulled a page, ripped from a road atlas, one marked 11/15. &quot;A shadowrunner, a-&quot;&quot;Yes?&quot; Brackhaven said, his eyebrows arching inquisitively.&quot;-a metahuman one, came in my office this morning and gave me this.&quot;&quot;I don’t see how this concerns us.&quot;&quot;You will, Karl, you will. It gets better.&quot; Lindstrom pulled a second sheet of paper, a high-definition printout of some computer image, out. &quot;He also gave me this.&quot; Brackhaven took the photo and examined it. &quot;An image capture off of one of the shadowrunners’ cybereye.&quot; The image showed an Indian in paramilitary garb, his face done up in warpaint. &quot;Notice the name badge.&quot; Lindstrom pointed.Brackhaven read it. ‘H. IRON SHIRT.’ &quot;Surprised, aren’t you? Yes, I can tell,&quot; Lindstrom said. &quot;Henry Iron Shirt. Formerly of the Haida National Front up north.&quot;&quot;Do you think…&quot;&quot;Yes, Karl, yes I do. I’m damn certain Jesse’s involved. He’s on this guy’s payroll now. You saw the communications.&quot;Brackhaven put his face in his hands and then took them away. &quot;This is bad.&quot;&quot;Damn right, it’s bad, Karl! I’m not the one who hired him and then let him walk out on us. I’ve been telling you for three months now to clear up this problem with Jesse! And you just kept dragging your feet!&quot;&quot;Now listen here! You may be more powerful than me on the legit side of things, but don’t you ever forget that I’m running things here! Me, not you! Jesse’s a very hard man to find, Ivar. There’s a reason we haven’t gotten him yet. Is it dangerous having him as a loose cannon? Of course. But that doesn’t make things any easier to fix.&quot; &quot;Duly noted. I’m sorry, Karl. You’re a good man.&quot;&quot;Well,&quot; Brackhaven said, &quot;we have to get Jesse out of commission by the 15th of November. If he pulls off one of his stunts at that meeting, things could get really bad, cut off from the rest of the UCAS as we are.&quot;&quot;I agree. I have plans, though.&quot;&quot;Plans?&quot;&quot;Yeah. Here’s what I’ll need done…&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Andrew D. Gable, post: 740940, member: 4144"] [b]Behind the Scenes I: And the Plot Thickens[/b] Sept. 8, 2060 10:30 AM The man in the dark gray suit hefted his files and entered the building. He scanned the directory of businesses in the complex for the one he was looking for. He’d never needed to visit him at work before… here it was. Brackhaven Investments. He filed into an elevator behind several other executive-looking men and women. Even among these other members of the jetset, he stood out. His charisma and leadership ability were obvious. Maybe he was a politico, or he might have star potential. The doors opened into a lobby. Mostly vacant except for some people stationed in leather-upholstered chairs, some reading newspapers, some reading business reports. A black man in a bluish uniform sat in a security station in the middle of the floor. "Please sign in," he absentmindedly said. He looked up and hurriedly removed his hat. "Governor Lindstrom! I’m sorry sir, I didn’t realize who you were. What brings you here?" "Business," Lindstrom said, tapping his file folder. "I need to see Mr. Brackhaven." "Just a moment, sir," the guard said as he turned on an intercom. "Janice, would you tell Mr. Brackhaven the Governor Lindstrom is here to see him?" A moment later, Lindstrom was met at the doors by an aged gentleman - not too old, maybe in his 60s. "Ivar, old friend," the man said, clapping Lindstrom on the back. "To what do I owe this visit?" "We need to talk, Karl," the governor said in a tone that brooked no refusal. "This way, then," the older gentleman - Karl Brackhaven - said as he turned and escorted Lindstrom through the offices of Brackhaven Investments. Moments later, they stood in Brackhaven’s wood-panelled office. "You could’ve waited until the next meeting, Ivar." "No, I couldn’t, sir," Lindstrom said, pulling out the file. "Take a look at this." From the manila folder he pulled a page, ripped from a road atlas, one marked 11/15. "A shadowrunner, a-" "Yes?" Brackhaven said, his eyebrows arching inquisitively. "-a [i]metahuman[/i] one, came in my office this morning and gave me this." "I don’t see how this concerns us." "You will, Karl, you will. It gets better." Lindstrom pulled a second sheet of paper, a high-definition printout of some computer image, out. "He also gave me this." Brackhaven took the photo and examined it. "An image capture off of one of the shadowrunners’ cybereye." The image showed an Indian in paramilitary garb, his face done up in warpaint. "Notice the name badge." Lindstrom pointed. Brackhaven read it. ‘H. IRON SHIRT.’ "Surprised, aren’t you? Yes, I can tell," Lindstrom said. "Henry Iron Shirt. Formerly of the Haida National Front up north." "Do you think…" "Yes, Karl, yes I do. I’m damn certain Jesse’s involved. He’s on this guy’s payroll now. You saw the communications." Brackhaven put his face in his hands and then took them away. "This is bad." "Damn right, it’s bad, Karl! I’m not the one who hired him and then let him walk out on us. I’ve been telling you for three months now to clear up this problem with Jesse! And you just kept dragging your feet!" "Now listen here! You may be more powerful than me on the legit side of things, but don’t you [i]ever[/i] forget that [i]I’m[/i] running things here! Me, not you! Jesse’s a very hard man to find, Ivar. There’s a reason we haven’t gotten him yet. Is it dangerous having him as a loose cannon? Of course. But that doesn’t make things any easier to fix." "Duly noted. I’m sorry, Karl. You’re a good man." "Well," Brackhaven said, "we have to get Jesse out of commission by the 15th of November. If he pulls off one of his stunts at that meeting, things could get really bad, cut off from the rest of the UCAS as we are." "I agree. I have plans, though." "Plans?" "Yeah. Here’s what I’ll need done…" [/QUOTE]

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