The team is getting a little antsy trying to make some dough before rent comes due. Some undertake various extracurricular activities (some better left unsaid….).
Then a call comes in to protect a starlet with a little too much attention directed her way. Not all the old team is around, but they find sufficient lowlifes to fill the position, and the stereotype.
Of course, things don’t go as they plan and there’s an ambush waiting after the starlet, Maria Mercurial, finishes her performance. Massive gunfire ensues, and some impromptu redecorating, followed by a clean get away. It was easy.
Until the dragon sends it’s minions to put our boys holding down the safehouse to sleep while the hacker’s out pulling in all the nuyen. Luckily the starlet had some fantastic work done and knows a thing or two about getting her hands dirty. They put down the team, and the backstabbing manager gets payback flambe style.
Tracking down those responsible isn’t too hard: it’s surviving the strike teams and grenades that gets complicated. Who decided a troll with grenades was a good idea, anyways?
Eventually the hacker gets a lead and finds the real motherlode, so everyone’s ready to get the whole mess wrapped up, get the price from the Yaks off their heads, and spend their well earned dough. First they need the data locked in the starlet’s head to get the Yaks, and hopefully the Aztecs that sent the dragon, off their backs.
So the exchange should have been easy. Who would have expected a sniper in such an unassuming place as a commercial boat dock late at night? Can you say “Ronin”?
After killing lots of folks the daring Steve McQueen made a flawless escape in a windowless, bullet riddled SUV and the team made it out mostly intact. Hole-y maybe, but intact. The doc’s gotta love us.
Now to get the info out once and for all, though if you don’t mind leaving the country permanently I’m sure there are other people on the market for stolen Aztec property than the Yaks.