cyberpunk

My cyberpunk shaman has a plan. There's two rival gangs (we'll call them A and B) who are both working the Bliss drug trade. My shaman wants to make money, and implicate a company called Chicago Aerosol.

As Windwalker lies drooling and muttering on the secured gurney inside the Lodge, he finds himself floating back from the cascade of fantastic imagery that normally accompanies his use of Axon-5. There is a spiritual presence near, and he greets it silently with all the aplomb his addled mind can muster.

“The Lords of the Crystal Tower bid you greeting,” the spirit states with a formality the shaman finds strange. “And one brings a message for you.”

Arson in the run-down part of town (from some source...) burns a warehouse. This was some sort of secret facility/storage warehouse/something belonging to Somebody Important. A VIP hires the runner team to run a 24-hour watch on the place and discreetly take out anyone who comes snooping around or tries to steal from the place. They can't post regular corp security without blowing the nature of the place.