Another dark and putrid night in Puyallup. The gangs normally handle the kind of garbage that lays broken and burned before him, but tonight he was the target not them. Uprighting up the overturned Harley and noticing more than a few additional scratches and holes, in what once was his pride and joy, he ponders why the frag does he even bother. Still, gotta make the meet, and only got 10 minutes now... Speeding off to the drop, the Troll yells back to the bloodied and broken humanis, "Next time I'll take my time with you!".
Racing off, the troll's fairlight flashes... "New team hu? " "Maybe it is time to get out of here for a while."
A few Nuyen richer and another run finished the black skinned troll thumbs back a quick response.
"Doesn't matter if you need that little extra bit of discretion, or some serious mojo, I've got you covered."
"When and where?"
