"No questions at the moment. I'm dreaming badly enough as it is." Isaint replied then cleared his throat: "Right, what you missed: After the pub we went to my rented warehouse to build our disguise as travelling music band. We got your message about your troubles and made our way through the Containment Zone to an entrance where Robyn had some contacts to get us in.
Crossing Below we were first waylaid by the Old One who tasked us with this new job in exchange for information and free passage to the Plex. I'll get to the new job later. We made our way into the underground mall without blowing our cover and established ourselves at a former bakery to stake out the target. Getting into the vault went without a hitch - we used nearby steam tunnels and vents to get close to the secure room and carved our way through with mono saws. The artifact was surrounded by corpses. In retrospect that was the first sign that the intel of our employer was shit. We managed to get the chest out, but Robyn noticed that we already had a bunch of drones searching for us. On our way back to Below we were accosted by some plain clothes guy, tased him, and ran for it. We manged to break through the checkpoint but not without having our freight punctured.
Turned out there was a biological agent inside after all - just next to the artifact. Even worse it was a contagious version of FAB III, infecting us.
We managed to plug the breach, hid away the stuff in a secure container and called some specialists to disinfect us. Sadly, that wasn't enough as it turned out.
On our way out to that bar we picked up the Priestess as your back up. Once we arrived we had to learn that our employer had bugged out and instead left a medical scanner. He already had learned of the breach and demanded we get tested before the hand over. At this junction we also learned that our Mr. Johnson had been played by a dissonant technomancer called Winter. This person was after the artifact and FAB III, wanted to buy it from us. Since we have principles and that techno seemed to be a total cunt, we withdrew strategically.
Since we were on a head on collision course with some severe diarrhea, we decided to do a dead drop with the artifact: We placed it wrapped with det-cord at some old cemetery and called the Johnson to fetch it. Pay went through and he received the deactivation code. After that we went to a safe house of the metropolitan police - courtesy of Mrs. Karasu's contacts - to plan our next step to get rid of the plague. We weren't there for more than half an hour when we got attacked by a team of heavy hitters and a hired go-gang. We made our way through them, getting banged up quite a bit in the process and losing a few of our transports, but we managed to catch their mage and take her with us while being chased by the police in a stolen car. We torched it and went Below, where another pair of healing specialists - courtesy of Robyn's contacts - helped us get rid of the infection.
The mage told us that Winter was behind the attack and after the FABIII. We parted on benign terms and went straight here to get some R&R after all that action.
Now about the new job: The Old One tasked us with restoring balance to the Houses, blaming us for the dive that the Druggies took after their bone headed moves against us last month. A marriage between two girls from the Flowers and the Irons was the chosen method of fixing an alliance between the two. Only problem is, that quite a lot of people inside the Houses seem to be opposed to that idea.
So our job is to pull this wedding off, with all the necessary ceremony.
So far our plan is to stage a concert to get the necessary witnesses and public to the holy place without arising suspicion and then have a quick marriage before anyone can stop us.
To this end we now need first get contact to the two soon to be spouses, so we can get some details on who we actually have to watch out for. That's what you, Robyn and Rick are tasked with.
The rest is off to secure the Cathedral and one of the Holys for our gig - and also the help of the Harlequinade in setting up the concert."
Isaint took a long gulp from his water. "So that's about it. Questions?"
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