"Drek, I don't know?!" Face shrugged while scratching his forehead with the barrel of his Ingram.
"Com'on think, chummer," B.A. growled looking to the others standing around the blood soaked warehouse, "who else is gunna send the Triads after us?"
"I don't think UCAS is in to cozy with the Triads there, B.A.," Hannibal said over a puff on his cigar, "No, what we're dealing with here is an old enemy of mine…"
Presented here is information for use with just about any Shadowrun campaign.