Shadowrun 01 - Never Deal With A Dragon - Plot & Excerpts
Mr. Target—she found it easiest to think of him that way— had been waiting in the quiet little bar, as arranged. Her tardiness must have made him think she wouldn't come and he had begun drinking. He had gotten a good start. When she arrived, his face was already flushed, making the silver metal of the datajack in his temple stand out starkly. Between his relief that she had not forsaken him and his nervousness about their rendezvous, it was easy to persuade him to a few more rounds. The more alcohol a target had in his system, the less likely he would notice any anomalies in the world around him. She had only toyed with her own drink, waiting for the chance to suggest that they go on up to the executive suite. It was child's play overcoming his propriety and natural caution. So many brains cells, she thought, so easily overruled by hormones and the animal need for comfort. "Hope I don't have this much trouble with you, Kathy," he said with a leer as he tried a second time to get his credstick into the slot.
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