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ZerothAs Yegor charged into the warehouse, Tracton simply knelt on the ground and became still. The warehouse might not have been connected to the matrix or had any nodes, but the same wasn't true of the muscle packed inside, and she had plenty of time to make them start regretting their choice of career while Yegor slowly tore centimeters across meatspace. Running Hot, even on the public grid, time slowed to a crawl as her persona manifested within the sparse desert of the warehouse. The moving icons for the trolls' and orcs' augmentations, weapons, and commlinks were all arrayed before her, unmoving, undefended, and all isolated from one another.
Every Shadowrunner team that wanted to last for more than two runs had a Decker, and the reason for that was solely to protect themselves from other Deckers. Anybody who had augs after the second Matrix Crash, unless they specifically went for throwbacks or had gone far out of their way and deep into their pockets, had augs with wireless capability. Even a child with so much as a finger prosthetic had at least a biomonitor installed as well. Any decker who knew what they were doing could force their way into any kind of aug's innards, whether they had their wireless features disabled or not, and if there was one thing you did not want to happen during a run it was for some Spider to start shutting off every bit of wire and metal in your body - or worse.
Traction idly activated her agent program, and a lithe, spindly construct resembling a twisted insect spirit materialized in a flash of light. Without any prompting from her, it drifted past the set of icons representing Yegor and began autonomously applying sleaze programs on the fly to every device belonging to the unknowing muscle. Their smartlinked weapons, their augs, and their commlinks alike. The smart ones among the bunch had slaved the rest of their devices to their commlinks, providing them with limited Matrix firewalls - but every commlink in the room combined couldn't have protected their users Traction's codeslinging. Even as Yegor finally reached the warehouse doors and threw them open, every device in the room had been marked once. Traction herself started to move back and forth along with the agent program, and by the time Yegor had thrown his second flashpak she had two marks. By the time his shot reached the fire extinguisher, she had three, and with that came the beginning of the end.
Traction went to and from each commlink in turn, manually reformatting each device and slipping snoops into their operating systems. Those she would leave intact, just in case any of these meatheads lived to talk to anybody more interesting later. Once she had made sure all was well there, she signaled her agent program and they both started shunting dataspikes into every device that wasn't a commlink.
Back in meatspace, one of the orc guards fell flat on their face as their prosthetic left leg went dead. Another crashed into a stack of crates as their right arm locked up and became a fancy anchor latched onto their shoulder. They were the fortunate ones - An orc and a troll who had wired reflex packages both collapsed as seizures wracked their bodies, spasming and frothing in anguish as their neural boosters and adrenal simulators started shooting raw pain through their every nerve and fiber.
Worst yet came when most of the remaining gunmen decided to indiscriminately open fire on Kali only for their weapons to completely fail. For a few of them, the clips for each of their guns were comically ejected to clatter on the ground, while for others the trigger simply locked itself in place. The only mercs left in the warehouse still in commission were those using throwback weapons without smartlinks, and who didn't have any hardware augs.
Jacking straight out of the Matrix, Traction rose from the dust outside the warehouse and, without any fuss or hurry, walked inside with her ingram smartguns ready in either hand. She was ready to fire on anybody still standing - enough of them were already incapacitated or writhing in pain on the ground for her purposes of ensuring a few of them lived to feed her data later. She had no compunction about geeking any and every one of them still standing if either Kali, Yegor, or Recluse didn't manage to mop them up by the time she got inside.
Every Shadowrunner team that wanted to last for more than two runs had a Decker, and the reason for that was solely to protect themselves from other Deckers. Anybody who had augs after the second Matrix Crash, unless they specifically went for throwbacks or had gone far out of their way and deep into their pockets, had augs with wireless capability. Even a child with so much as a finger prosthetic had at least a biomonitor installed as well. Any decker who knew what they were doing could force their way into any kind of aug's innards, whether they had their wireless features disabled or not, and if there was one thing you did not want to happen during a run it was for some Spider to start shutting off every bit of wire and metal in your body - or worse.
Traction idly activated her agent program, and a lithe, spindly construct resembling a twisted insect spirit materialized in a flash of light. Without any prompting from her, it drifted past the set of icons representing Yegor and began autonomously applying sleaze programs on the fly to every device belonging to the unknowing muscle. Their smartlinked weapons, their augs, and their commlinks alike. The smart ones among the bunch had slaved the rest of their devices to their commlinks, providing them with limited Matrix firewalls - but every commlink in the room combined couldn't have protected their users Traction's codeslinging. Even as Yegor finally reached the warehouse doors and threw them open, every device in the room had been marked once. Traction herself started to move back and forth along with the agent program, and by the time Yegor had thrown his second flashpak she had two marks. By the time his shot reached the fire extinguisher, she had three, and with that came the beginning of the end.
Traction went to and from each commlink in turn, manually reformatting each device and slipping snoops into their operating systems. Those she would leave intact, just in case any of these meatheads lived to talk to anybody more interesting later. Once she had made sure all was well there, she signaled her agent program and they both started shunting dataspikes into every device that wasn't a commlink.
Back in meatspace, one of the orc guards fell flat on their face as their prosthetic left leg went dead. Another crashed into a stack of crates as their right arm locked up and became a fancy anchor latched onto their shoulder. They were the fortunate ones - An orc and a troll who had wired reflex packages both collapsed as seizures wracked their bodies, spasming and frothing in anguish as their neural boosters and adrenal simulators started shooting raw pain through their every nerve and fiber.
Worst yet came when most of the remaining gunmen decided to indiscriminately open fire on Kali only for their weapons to completely fail. For a few of them, the clips for each of their guns were comically ejected to clatter on the ground, while for others the trigger simply locked itself in place. The only mercs left in the warehouse still in commission were those using throwback weapons without smartlinks, and who didn't have any hardware augs.
Jacking straight out of the Matrix, Traction rose from the dust outside the warehouse and, without any fuss or hurry, walked inside with her ingram smartguns ready in either hand. She was ready to fire on anybody still standing - enough of them were already incapacitated or writhing in pain on the ground for her purposes of ensuring a few of them lived to feed her data later. She had no compunction about geeking any and every one of them still standing if either Kali, Yegor, or Recluse didn't manage to mop them up by the time she got inside.
