My name is Bond, James Bond'. Ah I love this shit. Tonight's dose is particullary good, a scene from Goldfinder, uncut version, upup quality. Yesterday I convinced Hands to give me an old revolver, out of use: working on it, now it really looks like Connery's... I have to go now though, thanks to a new insurrection in sector 23. Someone hasn't paid, and Ganova must always receive its cut.
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.
