Slug do this, Slug do that, Slug please go manage traffic. I can't take it anymore. I'm an agent too damn it, not one of those police 3000 androids! Go fuck yourselves. At least the pay is good, and I'm safe from those gang lunatics. It's not like they don't call me when there are important missions, but even then I'm always in the back. They started calling me Slug just because they give me the stinkiest jobs, among the scum of the sprawl; like a slug that gets dirty from the ground it walks on. But I know what I'm worth, and it's much more than that!
Hey cowboy, do you see that shadow following you among the fuzzy filaments of the net? Like a gun in an alley, the neon-lit metal. Silent masks, without fear, without care. They have many names you know, but no one really knows who they are: the Hands and Eyes of Ganova, the Operatives, as we know them. No matter what they are doing: a corporate espionage operation against another Corp, or an assault among the streets. If you see them, you’re dead. No one challenges them, no one looks for them: there’s only one thing you can do if you have them at your door. Try to escape.
Experience: Choose this group if you want a game based on espionage, investigation and corporate warfare. A group of operatives determined to solve the crisis, in the truest experience of the agent on the verge of meltdown from the the mission’s pressure. You will have all the resources of a Megacorp to get what you want, the Sprawl is your realm. So is the responsibility for failure.
