In reply to Mr. Johnson (msg # 57):

#2 sounds fun!

The plant is run by Shiawase Envirotech

"I must admit that I don't have the expertise to know if your cover story will stand up to scrutiny." St Clair replies. "As a layman standing guard at the security gates, I would defer to company policy. Unless Shiawase has changed standard procedures, a Code Brown response should include containment, evacuation and clean up by an contracted agency that specializes in hazardous materials."

"Great, that'll be us. I'll throw in the wording on the Code Brown and we can get Grimthak mark us as the "hazardous materials" company. Maybe put a crappy sign on the van.

I think I got some disinfectant sprayers I use to clean up the surgical beds as well w can bring out, should help sell it.

Those medical waste disposal suits look enough like Hazmats anyway, and I don't think they will want to get too close to the contaminated site. "

“All you need is a few moments of confusion,” St Clair offers helpfully.

”As good a plan as any,” Righteous says. ”Once we have the maintenance outfits from the company, we check on the purifiers and see if they are a softer target than the main plant.”

Other preparations to take care of?
Fast-forward to the next day?
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:57, Sun 13 Mar 2022.

After a quick message to Grimthwak to make sure that she knew what they were up to, Smiley got together with the rest of the crew and a few volenteers to get a decent looking vehicle and set it up so that it looked like it fit the part, as well as find some hazard materails.

The cheap disposable medical waste suits and outdated gasmasks Smiley had were also acquired.

By the end of it, the vehicle looked semi-legitimate, which was probably good enough for a very fly by night disposal service.

Loaded question: Where did you score the van?

MPA black market "for the cause". That could be a favor or some nuyen?

You're relying on the MPA to come through in the clutch...

Go Shopping 19:04, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Smiley, rolled 3 using 2d6 ((1,2)). FAIL Take 1XP

Option 1: Everybody can relax, I found the car...

...and they come up big. The driver, an orc named Monroe, shows up riding a longhaul trip and driving a Bulldog that looks a little rough around the edges, but it should pass a quick inspection.

Option 2: ...Needs some suspension work and shocks. Brakes, brake pads, lining, steering box, transmission, rear-end.

...and they come up empty. The driver, an orc named Monroe, shows up blissed out and driving a Tsarina that looks like it was salvaged from the '54 firestorm, this pile won't fool anyone.

Option 1 comes with a complication later...
Option 2 you need to deal with now...

"Ah drek.

Nice try, chummeres, but that ain't going to fool anyone, even with a night of work. At least from your mechanics. Ah well, time to call in a favour..."

Smiley dialed up the Razors. As bikers, they hit corporate convoys and civilian vehicles pretty regularly. Chances are they'd have a stolen truck they could swap the plates on, or parts and mechnics to do a quick patch job that would fool cursory inspection.

<orange> I'll chose the hard fail, and then burn my favor with the Razors for a truck, mention it's a "good deed" job too, though if Smiley is involved, they probably know that. <orange>

One of the gang, a halfer named Sack shows up two hours late but driving a van that looks like a thousand others in the 'plex. This won't rouse an ounce of suspicion.

Your crew consists of Sack the dwarf driver, the orc adept Twisted and the troll called Righteous. With some effort, you might be able to rouse the blissed out orc Monroe, but it remains to be seen whether he is any help or just a continued liability. Your call, is Monroe in or out?

Eventually, you are all decked out in cheap disposable HAZMAT suits and carrying gas masks. To anyone trained in chemical emergency response, you probably look pretty bush league, but you're hopeful that the guards at the maintenance yard gate likely won't know any better.

Somewhere out in the electrons, there is supposed to be a decker called Grimthak, but you haven't heard from her since she sent a message saying she was going after the technical specs for the pumps and treatment plants. You're left wondering, when you phone for tech support will someone pick up?

Welp, at the end of the day, either she'd ride comms or the mission would have to go loud.. and if she didn't, there would be retributions.

Smiley wasn't a violent person by nature, and tracking down the hacker wouldn't be worth it.

But, Grimthwak would be an instant PNG among any trog community, and any fixers he dealt with would know that she'd frakked them up and couldn't be trusted.

Not that he thought this would happen. Grimthwak wasn't dedicated to the cause, but she'd was a runner, which meant she knew that abandoning an op was not going to be well regarded and would have serious consequences.

And Smiley couldn't help but glare at Monroe as he said that.

Smiley sighed as he dealt with Monroe </blue> "I'm tempted to bring him along and then nitro him if the drek hits the fan, but but nah, he's blitzed.

We don't need the extra hassle, and we got an extra driver anyway thanks to the Razors... thanks Sack!<blue>

On this side of the ‘plex, the morning commute just isn’t a thing. Traffic is light as the D-zone sleeps away the morning and only the few low earning wage slaves plod off to straight jobs. It’s a quick drive even though you stay in the sprawl, avoiding the go gangs on the CTTR.

Sack pulls off into the East Bay Water Treatment Maintenance Yard where you find a short line up of cars idling at the gate. It looks like the guards are doing a cursory ID check.

One last chance to get on the same page…

He put up coms and pinged Grimthak with this little speech to understand what the heck was going on.


"Ok. Final check.

Grimthak should have hacked the hell out of their systems ahead of time, dropped that decom memo and triggered a brown alert or whatever.

Since we're supposed to be fly by night, and their orders say to leave us the hell alone, they should let us in. The stuff we're stealing is basically junk, and there shouldn't be too much in the spare shack. But they are corporate assholes, so who knows.

Me or Test do the talking. Not sure if you know the score Sack, so if you are some kinda social genius, cool, but

Not that I gotta worry about Twisted saying much.

Hey, Twisted, your gas mask is crooked. There ya go. Yeah, these are expired, they won't protect against shit. Only use is to infiltrate a dump like this or a rave.

Anyway, we got those med waste suits on, so we look just like a disposal crew. I even brought along my geiger counter and some electrical shit that goes beep beep beep from my medical lab. That thing? 30 year old polish ekg reader, busted to shit. Just makes beep beep noises.

I got a legit geiger counter of course. You'd be surprised how many people come in with radiation poisoning. Or maybe not, you know what kinda shit gets dumped in the barrens. Or how much old medical gear is literally hot.

Anyone asks, you say it's proprietary tech. They ask you to sign an NDA, I'll review and you sign it. Remember your name's on your ID's. Not like it's worth the paper it's printed on.

Grim's in our coms. You hear the code "Derp mode" we go hot, loud, and this turns into a smash and grab. This isn't exactly a vital spot, so security should be second-rate. Try and avoid killing any workers, though I can't imagine many would be willing to run in front of shadowrunners for what they are being paid.

Sack stays in the car.

So ka, chummers? We good? Any questions"

Personally, Smiley didn't want to kill any company security either, but he wouldn't ask for miracles. It wasn't like the cops would think twice about gunning them down if they had the chance.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 20:37, Sat 26 Mar 2022.

You get a few nods of assent and the hastily assembled gang runs through a few hamfisted checks on their equipment.

Lumbering forward in the slow traffic, your PocSec chirps to life as the online matrix crew checks in.

"Grim here, just give me a sec. Need to work something out on this end." her voice sounds different, not effecting the ridiculous stereotypical orcish speech you have heard her use in the past. Maybe there is more to this decker than she lets on...

"Ok. You got a few minutes before they are going to start checking ID's."

He turned to the driver.

Matrix issues. Grimthak isn't using her usual voice right now, so shit must be serious. We'll give her a few minutes. I don't want to go hot if they detected her hours ago or anything. Everyone keep an eye out the window in case we got spotted.

He ran a final check on his equiptment, and made sure the tazer/defib unit on his cyberarm was fully charged.. and even made sure he had some of the Nitro on hand for in case this run went REALLY sideways.

As the van pushes closer to the checkpoint, you notice the guard has begun turning cars away.  Once you reach the gate, the security guard leans out of his booth and calls over to Half "Can't let anyone in. They got some kind of chemical spill or something in the maintenance yard. Until they get a team down here to clean up the mess, guess you'll have to go around to the main entrance."

Smiley opened the window leaning out showing he was dressed in a hazmat suit, his voice muffled by the crappy gas mask.

"Yeah, that's us.

Got here as fast as we could. BUDGET-QWiK disposal. We got the open contract minutes ago.

He hit his arms diagnostic button, which made beeping noises.

Drek, they got you this close? Eh, don't worry about it, none of my business.

Memo probably hasn't hit yet since we just got the bid accepted. We can wait.

 I'm gunna close the window though. It makes decontamination easier if we don't gotta do the inside.

Stay Frosty 20:59, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Smiley, rolled 9 using 2d6 ((3,6)). WEAK SUCCESS

"Um... yeah..." the guard stammers uncomfortably, clearly wondering how much poison he is unwittingly absorbing and if it's worth the modest salary Shiawase is paying him. "Well, umm, we got new procedures to follow since the buy out, so I gotta call in to check with the main office."

Behind him you see a second guard picking up the phone...

Usually weak success comes with some options?
You know what? Frak it, use an edge.


Smiley sounded very calm, but he tapped a "GUARD CALLING FROM FRONT GATE, GO LOUD?" message as he closed the window.

Hey, up to you.  I'll just be inside with the gas masks on full.

Every minute we're sitting here we're billing your corp and none of this runs.
It's your nuyen.


Either the guard's call would be intercepted by their hacker, or they'd say screw it, or this was going to go loud.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:40, Tue 29 Mar 2022.

In reply to Smiley (msg # 76):

The call is the complication, but your Matrix crew seems to have it in hand, save your edge ;)

Null persp... stay chill... we got the call... flashes back on your phone in reply.

"This stuff serious?" the guard asks in a concerned voice.

Smiley took a dead pan tone and chose his words very carefully.

Legally, I can't discuss it, as per my contract.
But... the more hazardous the job, the better our pay.
I am very happy with my pay, today, sir.

Smiley spoke with a lot of volume to be heard by the guard, as he was now speaking to him from a van with the windows rolled up through a gas mask.

And the fact that he was speaking to the guard from inside a van with the windows rolled up also spoke with a lot of volume.

"Uh... that sounds serious." says guard one uncertainly.

"They say to close the windows." calls out the guard on the phone covering the receiver mic. "We don't get paid enough for this drek."

"What!?" calls back guard one closing the window. "They say this is legit?"

After a few moments of what appear to be heated conversation inside the closed up shack, the arm blocking the access road raises up and the guard waves your van through.

Smiley nodded and tapped back to Grimthak a smiley emjoji, and drove into the compound.

After they were in, they made their way to the target. Once well inside, and with the windows still up, he texted.


"Thanks. We're in. Now we just gotta get this stuff and leave. If stuff's going to go loud, give us as much warning as you can."

Then he addressed his team.

Ok. Nul sheen so far. We just gotta get this stuff and get out. Remember to keep your gear on, but there shouldn't be anyone at the target location.

Your small crew gathers up maintenance uniforms and toolboxes loading them into the van. In the haste to evacuate the maintenance yard, the workers even left behind a company tablet. Although you can’t access it now, you might be able to gain some more info from St Clair if his logins are still active. Even if they aren’t, the tablet will make a useful prop if you are questioned during a run into one of the transfer stations.

Naturally, Smiley dumped it in the hazardous containers barrels along with everything else they needed.

"Hey, if you aren't driving, make sure you move aruond a bit and look like your doing.. cleaning chemical stuff. I got some EZ Clean to spray around too. Just make sure we don't leave anything of ours behind.

You could buy that stuff from any Stuffer Shack or ChemCo on the planet.

Also, let's take a few things that aren't important, that might be contaminated throw them off the track that might be "contaminated." And if they do figure it out they'll think we're just stealing junk to sell.

The key was not to take too little time.

If they just ran out five minutes after getting everything, then the guards would immediately know something was up. There was still a good chance they'd figure out they'd been had, but it took longer than the job, it didn't matter.