Shadowrun 01 - Never Deal With A Dragon by Robert N. Charrette Read Free Book Online

connection."
    "Cog's unavailable."
    The fixer's face remained expressionless. "I'm second-best," he said, making his question a statement.
    Sally gave him a light laugh. "Let's just say I thought you were the best choice tonight."
    "You need a specialist?"
    "What we're most interested in right now is information."
    "A target?"
    "An employer."
    Castillano rubbed his hands together meditatively. Had his face shown any interest, Sam might have thought him a merchant scenting an easy sale. The fixer opened his mouth slightly and ran the edge of his tongue along the lower lip. "That sort of information is in high demand at the moment."
    The shadowrunners exchanged glances. "Something come down that we haven't heard about?"
    "Maybe," Castillano responded noncommittally.
    "Add it to the bill."
    The fixer nodded in acceptance. "Smilin' Sam and Johnny Come Lately."
    Sally cocked her head to the side, her expression slightly annoyed. "News about the firefight at the After Ours Bar is hardly a commodity. The screamsheets were full of it."
    "Screamsheets don't mention the rifle."
    "What rifle?" Sally asked in sudden interest.
    "Arisaka KZ-977. Sniper model. Not silenced. Lone Star Security picked it up in the street in front of the building where your two acquaintances were killed."
    "They don't use anything big," Ghost interjected.
    "Yeah," the Ork agreed. "Johnny never did like loud noises. A real runt pup dat way."
    Castillano stared at the Ork.
    "What's the point, Castillano?"
    "'Mr. James Yoshimura died of a single shot to the head as he left the After Ours. Pair of Lone Star officers saw Yoshimura go down and heard the shot. They spotted Sam and Johnny. One of the runners panicked and shot at the cops. Cops shot back. The rifle fell. The runners died.
    "Lone Star ballistics matched the gun to the lethal bullet. Trajectory puts the shooter in the vicinity of the runners. The rifle survived the drop better than Smilin' Sam."
    "No other witnesses?"
    "None," Castillano confirmed.
    "Dirty cops," Ghost concluded. "Sam and Johnny were bagmen and cats. They didn't do wetwork."
    "Maybe. The Lone Stars have clean records. Apparently incorruptible. Just quick to shoot."
    "Then Sam and Johnny were set up."
    Castillano shrugged.
    "And you know something about it."
    "I never said that. Enquiries into the matter are likely to be unhealthy."
    "It seems to have been a bad week for running the shadows. We had someone twist us around too."
    "Looking for a connection?"
    "If it's there, we'll do something about it. If not, Sam and Johnny were big boys," Ghost declared.
    "What exactly is it you want?"
    "Let's start with a bioproduct called Vigid."
    "Anti-riot agent. Fast-acting incapacitant with pronounced after-effects similar to a bad stomach virus. Aerosol vector. How much do you want?"
    "Had more'n enough already," the Ork snarled.
    "We want to know what might happen if the substance were subjected to an acetone bath."
    If Castillano was surprised or curious about the request, he didn't show it. He walked across the room, avoiding the debris as though by instinct. From a countertop, he lifted what looked like a moldy pile of garbage to reveal a telecom port. He took out a pocket computer and plugged it in. After a few minutes of plying the keys, he announced, "This will take awhile. When do you want to meet?"
    "Check UCAS Chemistry Today , December 2048," Sam said. "There's no time for you to replicate it."
    The fixer entered a document search. "Wilkins and Chung?"
    "That's it," Sam confirmed, nodding to the runners as well.
    Castillano stroked his mustache as he studied the screen. "Looks like Vigid reacts badly to acetone. Gets very toxic."
    "Do you believe me now?" Sam asked of the runners.
    The Elf, silent until now, answered him. "You gave the reference, Sir Corp. The document could be a plant."
    "Unlikely," Castillano said. Even Sam was startled by the fixer's uncharacteristic free offering. "He didn't get the month right."
    "Let's assume the