Shadowrun - Bill - Heading East

Bill didn't want to leave Denver. He had a lot of good memories there and for three generations, his family had maintained their small ranch at the foot of the rockies, but he remembered the stories about how their family had been driven from New York. And there was supposed to be an artifact of power there, something that called to him from across the plains.

He'd always been lucky. He'd been a lot luckier than most actually and in his career as a shadowrunner had survived things that should have killed anyone else. But he had always felt that his luck had a purpose. Now he knew what it was. The only trouble was, where to start?

He put his affairs in order, arranging for his face ID's to be transferred and then hitched a ride on the next passing truck. A lot of his professional gear was simply too hot to travel with, so he would have to have it shipped by his friends a little bit at a time. Still, he felt a little exposed without all of it.