A dish of revenge

It’s been a boring couple of months. Jobs dried up and it seemed that Predator was actually going to run a successful exterminator biz. Winger, after getting his new leg seems satisfied with driving and complaining for the biz. Hamfist has almost become an otaku himself staying in and ‘researching’ as he calls it. Everyone seems caught up in complacency. The new year came and went with the usual fanfare and the chill in the air lingered for as long as it could before the warm Los Angeles spring brought the smog and dirty rain that almost always seemed to rain on the lower levels of the metropolis.
Same old – same old.
It late in the evening – late for anyone other than a big time shadowrunner that is – for you it’s just when you’re thinking about going to Senna’s room to see if she can be roused in to going to the bar or spending another big time shadowrunner night in bed under the covers – when the vid phone started flashing.
Sitting up you almost don’t answer when something in the back of your head makes you. That cold tingling sensation you get when the clouds are about to burst and the deluge of shit is about to wash over the world – again.
The screen flickers to life. It’s the denim and grease covered orcish face of Marky – your old wire guy. His voice cracks.
“Ghost – good, you’re up. You gotta get down here – it’s bad.”
“You know I can’t go down there anymore. I ju-“
“It’s Big Wave. He’s been shot.”

>>> "WHAT?? He has not. How bad?! I don’t believe you!! Marky, you were supposed to keep him safe, keep his nose clean. You’ve always been the responsible one! What the hell happened?!? "


Roxy was encouraging Kingfish to take a shot Big Wave’s place. Kingfish bought in to it and started a consolidation of power.
Some local gangs leaders were executed.

“Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.”

Rags and Marky sought refuge among other gangs with poor rags having his family murdered.

Roxy went missing and Kingfish formally declared himself in power.
The gang found out not only about Roxy driving King Fish to seize power but saw her help him with the disposal of the rival gangs bodies and that Roxy had cheated to remove a rival Ghost away.

“Is this a dagger I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight, or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?”_

A search for her turned up nothing but blood and reports of her chipper head mind away.

In the final fight after Ghost won her cart back from Wyldchild and had despite reservation kill the Kingfish.
Roxy committed suicide just outside of the, Ivy and Ness garage leaving the gun she tried to kill Big Wave with behind.

…and the three witches went on to drink more sake.

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurlyburly’s done?
When the battle’s lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.

Where the place?
There’s this nice place – all night sushi and the saki is warm!

All three together-
Lets Go!

A dish of revenge

To Live and Die in LA... mrtim