>>>>>[Hoi, chummers. Been gone for a while, but there is a reason. Angel and Redeemer, they convinced me to go on this new therapy thing, and it seems to be working. At least, it keeps me sounding more normal as long as I take my meds.
For those of you who wondered why Aces in Redmond is in pieces, I'm afraid part of that's on me. New outfit in town was looking for some muscle. Called themselves the Cooperative. Things have been light, so I figured a steady gig might be good. But they creeped me out bad. They weren't bugs, but they still had that hive-mind thing going on. Other than the one they called Control, they all acted like drones. I mean, their attacks were all like taking attacks from a drone dog-brain on a tac-net. Tried to be identical as possible, down to the way they dressed, and their identical blue cybereyes. That brought up some bad memories, so I tried to call it quits, but they didn't want to let me go. And that's when one of them pulled the minigun. Which is why Aces is in pieces, and I'm laid up. Sold the meat to the organleggers, the ware to my fixer, and kept their commlinks so Angel could try sorting through for any hard data.]<<<<<
--Faust (16:22:23/07-07-76)