>>>>>[I know a few ShadowCouples that went well. I tried to retire after the wedding, moved out of the sprawl, up in the Northern UCAS, but neither of us could keep out of Biz. Hell, the Citizens of one gated community forced us into it once because of Anniversary Presents, if you could believe it! But we weren't fully in, just the peripheral stuff. There were a few attempts by amateurs, typical drek. You know, the stuff that'd happen just walking downtown Seattle.
What happened with her death, it wasn't Biz, it wasn't Shadows, it was policlub terrorism. Stupid, pathetic, worthless drek. Damned racism of all things. Public personas, legal concealed firearms, the works. Not that carrying heavy and illegal would have saved her, or me. Or anyone else in the building.
No, I know families that have lived in the shadows. Big Murphy is a third-generation Shadowrunner, and is training the fourth. Hell, he's almost done, really. Few other folks. Some I'd consider safer than anyone outside of a Corp Enclave. They know the scene, kids know how to protect themselves from the street monsters, the works. Better than most kids on the street with no armoured clothing, no handguns or tasers, no idea who they have to be careful of. No monsters that will come creeping out of the gutters if anything ever happens to them.
I should know. I'm one of those monsters.]<<<<<
-- Money Johnson (18:24:10/11-21-73)