Watch your back.
Shoot straight.
Conserve ammo.
And never, ever, cut a deal with a dragon.
Picking up and delivering a package for mister Johnson. How hard could it possibly be?
With their comrade held captive in the maximum security wing of a Seattle hospital, the team gets ready for a surgical strike.
Little miss rich-kid has gotten her hands on more than she knows, and the runners are just the people to crash the party.
A botched run leaves the runners up shit creek with a mysterious briefcase for a paddle.
