The Vultures are swarming Metroplex 1 faster than expected. Much faster. As chaos begins to increase, Goblin deals with the realization that his own particular brand of chaos is possibly a calculated factor. Now, can he figure out just how before he winds up dead?
Tag: Cyberpunk
8am. They need to wrap this up in around twelve hours. Go up an apartment block full of the White Rabbits. Only they don't realize that the Vultures are already here, or at least are soon to be, and violence is imminent. Christmas dinner is a long way away.
Goblin just wants to retire. His luck tends to go south when he needs it the most, his trusty partner is involved in some 'Wave influencer bullshit, and his wife might just end up poisoning his ass if work tracks home to their daughter. But first, he has some jobs to do...