Episode 1: Chasin' the Wind

The cold don't bother you, and you are able to work efficiently. You suffer no more penalties.

As the last relay goes online, your commlink rings yet again. "Wiz!" Your fixer’s face appears in the display. "I underestimated things when I said the work was gonna flow today. I have yet another Johnson on the line."

The video flashes, and the picture on the other end becomes that of a mid-sized troll with dark skin, clearly Aztlaner by the looks of him. He’s in a suit, but he wears an Aztec neckpiece in place of the tie. He wears his dark hair in a long ponytail. "Hola, amigo. I’m Juan Xihuitl. If you have the will, I have the work."

He pauses for a second, almost waiting to see your reaction to him.

"A young woman has gone missing in the CZ, and you will recover her. You will deliver her to Nick Ryder, who is a Lone Star officer for whom I am doing a favor. I will pay each of you four thousand nuyen for completing this contract."

"She was last seen roaming the streets in the Maker Collective. Goes by the name of Samantha. It's the Maker Collective, so the usual bunch of mad scientists and the occasional explosion. If you find her, Nick will be waiting Chicago's Own Pizzeria. You know it?"

Without waiting for an answer he continues. "She may be distrustful of strangers. Sadly I have no picture of her, just a description. Dark haired, around 160 cm, medium frame and build. I know it's not much, but I trust in your abilities."

"You drive a hard bargain, but I'm doing this as a favor and there is little I can do to increase the price. But I may have exaggerated the danger slightly. The Collective is merely a think-tank and unsupervised laboratory. I doubt there will be any dangers."