Dateline: September 23, 2050, 17:45
The sun begins to settle down behind the shimmering glass and steel towers as Night City once more embraces its namesake. The aftermath of the explosion at the hospital threw everything into chaos; it was lucky that the Edgerunners made it out alive and free. Now, they are grouped at Candy’s hideout and a debate rages between the team members. Should the team brave the plauge-infested streets of Cargotown in order to rescue a girl who may not even be alive and – perhaps more importantly for this group – who may not be able to afford their rescue fee? Or should the team call it a bust, throw down their cards now that their paymaster is dead?
Outside, a black B&B C700 parks in front of the hideout, and out steps Mei – still in her guise as April. The passenger door opens and closes, but you are unable to see who gets out until he steps around the front of the car. It is a hispanic looking man that can’t be more than a 4 feet tall….The two head into the building.
Wormwood thunks his beer down on the table, “I say we have to finish this – for Garrion’s sake and because the only way to make any money out of this double-cross is to get a sample of the drug, a sample of the virus, and someone both worked on – then selling them to some corporate lab. That means finding Eleanor. Which means, unfortunately, Cargotown.”
Pitbull sits on the couch across the room, staring at his Reaper solemnly, knowing that the bearer of its twin is dead. He takes a couple of swigs from his beer now and again, but does little else. Wormwood looks up, “Candyman, you know I’m right on this. You’re the leader, seems to me, so if you say go…”
Mei and her stunted companion enter the room, and Mei addresses them, “Still arguing about heading into Cargotown? If you’re worried, I picked up some extra muscle.” Candy squeezes his nose tightly – the stress of the debate becoming draining, “Yes, but can we afford to make enemies of Umbra Corp? I simply do not see such a risk as worthwhile now, a man and a friend down, it is a time to nurse our wounds and keep our heads down.”
Now safely inside, Mei releases her disguise, but feeling lazy, leaves her English module running. Candy looks up to the newcomer, “Who would you be newcomer, if Mei vouches for you, then you have my trust. Still, tell me of yourself. Anything to pause this troublesome debate.”
Wormwood nods to the new arrival, “Hey there. I’m not in a joking mood so if Mei says you’re extra muscle I know not to belittle her, cut her down to size. You’re good.” Hank looks over the people in the group to see if any of them are already ‘sizing him up’ and keeps an eye out for any suspicious characters, only to note that everyone in the room looks suspicious to one degree or another. He only acknowledges everyone with a bob of his head.
Pacoy chimes in, “Cargotown is no walk in park – it’s not like sneaking into a corporate tower or anything. Mei, Candy and I will not be at our peak usefulness in a place like that. I want to get to the bottem of this, but we need heavy firepower and a serious plan. At minimum, a guide!”