Out of Toronto 4.0

LA's After Action Report: Three
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{{Game Date Feb 4, 2013}}
GM: Bindybatty
Greater Toronto 2.1 Campaign
Cast of Characters
“Mariner” [ cwakes ]
“Vertigo” [ Loranna ]
“Wolf” [ Mrs. Bindybatty ]
And
“LA” [ Winterstorm ]

Events told unreliable narator “LA”

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I’ll Make this quick. We are on the ground and on the run in Chicago.

Half of our fire team escort is dead. We are headding south.

The Pilot, might be dead, had to abando him. Kinda pissed about that.

If you think of Current Chicago as an onion. an outer layer of clearing, then the wall to keep the locals inside, 60 ft high and 40 wide, then the outer inhabbited ring. Then a ring of rubble towards the Cherniak Crater, which as a completely arbitrary point as the center. I saw most of this from the Copilot seat.

We flew out over the lake, between the land and the Drone freefire zone.

We brough with us four vector thrust Drone.

The city scape is badlands and Toppled skyscraper.

There were fires and signs of life. Then Small arms fire. Then a Cloud of bugs. dense. sounded Like a carwars.

Then the Bats, feeding on the bugs. They spalt louder an bloody. creepier then bug. None end up in the intakes.

We loose a drone at this point.

He Hot zone is a where the crater. The pilot told me, only mad men and mutants live. He also Tactical cords of the Hot Zone.

Suprisingly some of the Remains of the L, are standing.

The autosoft, ejected the chaff. It picked up a missle lock. The local warlords have heat seekers.

We ducked into the skyline and over a rubble wall, and we were at “The Last Homely Aress House west of the Mountains.”

It is a Hazard posting. 100 foot kill zone. 60 foot rubble wall. An old office tower.

I have the map Co-ords of this place. but, Ares will probably scrub it, before I am back this way again.

I meet the Co. One, Daniel Harken. Reassigneed here for striking his Commanding Officer.

Anyhing above floor five is a firing platform.

We had Okay Soy-Koffee and Meals ready to eat packs. The evenings entertaiment was Vertigo and Wolf sparing with Ares mele weapons. Vertigo looks about equal to Wolf.

We met the good doctor. He is convinced that something big is going to go down near Churchill. The Timeline is the 30th. As Ares is big into Bug Watch, this might be the ravings of a Three fried mage or the second comming of the bug spirits.

Sat 15th

Uderfire immediately.

redig puple blurs.

Uncofirmed insectes spirting

double digits.

Inscets coloulds.

Chaff is blocked.

Missles!

Crahss lainding i chicago

into

First ai.

Team Medic

Car Park

Hearing south

empty lot

shark eyes

spots

South Wells Street, Chicago, IL, United States and west congress parkway

Orc boy

bust of gunfire

Shot.

Shoot out with the patrols

8 down.

(-2 injury)

Orc kid

Cloths

shopping cart.

-12 days food

-1 compass.

Pause here.

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LA's After Action Report: Two
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{{Game Date Jan 22, 2013}}
GM: Bindybatty
Greater Toronto 2.1 Campaign
Cast of Characters
“Mariner” [ cwakes ]
“Vertigo” [ Loranna ]
“Wolf” [ Mrs. Bindybatty ]
And
“LA” [ Winterstorm ]

Events told unreliable narator “LA”

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To say that I am a bit confused as to how, I ended up in a Ares Combat Transport, flying over the core of Chi-Town, is a lie. I know precisely, how, I ended up here. That knowledge does not give me any consolation. Nor does it make me any less nervous about how this Run, can with the slightest of an unexpected push, end up all Gnome run over by APC shaped.

WHISKEY
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FOXTROT

As much as I remeber, theses things tend to start the way most of these tawdry affairs, with bullets and Megacorps do. It was a Wednesday. Twelve days into December. And the Year was still 2074. Though it’s contract was not up for renewal and everyone knew it.

I was securing a bright orange BMW 400GT with Ar and Nightglo trim. I still think of it as ’Rebecca’s Car’. Orange. AR highlights. Nightglo trim. Factory engine. Well, It is a ride.

It was a Comm, on the Business CommLink. It was Mr. Eddie. Mr. Eddie called me because, out of all the members of the motley crew, I shadowrun with, I am apparently the only team member that takes his calls. This is a testament to Mr. Eddie, and indirectly myself.

No one really sure what part of the failed eastern block neocapialist Ukraranina Zone, Mr. Eddie is from. It is even been suggested that Mr. Eddie’s accent changes over time just to confuse the matter. Mr. Eddie is our Fixer. He is a good fixer, but, not a Great Fixer. For example, You can not expect Mr. Eddie to find 50 rounds of AP on twenty hour hours notice. I know, I have tried.

But, Mr. Eddie is not a joke. To underestimate him, is to make a potentially fatal mistake. Mr. Eddie knows a little something about where Aether had ended up. Mr. Eddie knows a little something about me. Mr. Eddie convinced Me, ‘Old Man’ to come back out of retirement to help some ‘kids’. I am still waiting on the exchange of slowly metered out PAYDATA of the details on happened during the ‘Linguini’ incident.

He had a job, and needed a favour. Mr. Eddie is pretty sure I would say yes to both. He knows I want something from him. He also knows I want to keep my rep, good.

You can not eat a rep. I know, I have tried. But, A Good rep can keep you fed. A bad one, and evey hand is turned againt you, and every door shut.

So a good rep is important thing to keep. Any Corporate Meta-sapien with the right chip in his head can shoot a gun, can geek some one, then swap it out and drive home for sunday dinner. I can talk about why the Corps prefer to recruit orcs for that sort of Job, later.

People hire, people like us because we are Deniable. People hire, people like us because we us becasue we are creative problem solves. People hire, people like us because, we honour our contracts. But, the clincher is People know we do those things, because of our rep.

So his Favour, is a babysitting job and his job starts with a meet at EVO.

I start with the Easiest. ‘Rick’ Naomichi has a cousin Mr. Eddie knows. ‘Rick’ in new to town. ‘Rick’ needs to get reestablished. If ‘Rick’ is comming to me via Mr. Eddie, this is probably a bad thing. That is not to say anyhting bad about ‘Rick’. It just that with ‘Chance’, being on ‘Vacation’, Babysitting was not exactly high on my errand list. Asian. Dark hair. Dark Eyes. Looks Mid Thirtues. No to light visible cyberware. On the Late Mag-Lev out of Seattle, Arriving at the Station early evening. On the job, Check.

The EVO job sounded wierd. They came to Mr. Eddie looking for us. The us that they we looking for was the us, that smashed into a research facility near, Caledon. SO they were looking, for Cat, Silk, Wolf and I. They wanted to Meet at in a Tower in EVO Corporate extraterratorial space down on the waterfront. I am not likeing that as a meet spot, as Corps want a layer or two of deniability. If nothing else, then to avoid liability for damages. Mr. Eddie, as specific they want the ‘whole’ team to show for the meet.

Evo, the former, Yamatetsu Corporation, is headquartered in Vladivostok, Russia. It is number Six or Seven, depending how you count. Since its amalgmated it’s administrative financial and several functional departments into it’s campus in Vladivostok, it is the largest Russian corporation. EVO has a dominant position as the producers of biotechnology appliances, nano-machines and ergonomic goods for metahumans. Evo has a dominant presence in space, being the first corporation to successfully establish a base on Mars. It is still one of the largest members of the Pacific Prosperity Group. It goes pretty much with out saying it is a AAA rated.

Evo’s board of directors is a eccleective group of individuals, including the free spirit Buttercup, an brilliant space scientist, and a SURGED “half ton rock-like changeling”, and for added conservative touch it is Chairman is an Ork.

Yes. It is going to be a good day Friday. A meet, with Mr. Johnson, with out our Face.

I put the word out to Ascention, Vertigo and Wolf about the Job and the Baby sitting favour. The results were informative. Ascention recomends I sneek a resin gun into the platform and waste him onsight. He has hard ties to Renraku. Vertigo recomends I not waste him in a public, CCvid survieled train station, but do it at a later time. Wolf had been playing were ‘little elf freinds’. and was sporting a new set of cuts, nick and abrasions. We agreed to put off the decision on geeking ‘Rick’, for a bit.

Soon afterwards, Dr. Jeep arrived. We had a little catch-up about the cars in the back of Squarepeacock. He was feeling better about, having ditched his Ares Trouble. We talked cars. He suggested a Nightsky Limosine as a possible operations vehicle, as it has space for customization and space for people. I am partial to the Bulldog, as a common frame with slightly less conspicious profile, but, has less space for customization. He wanted to ‘fix’ my Commet as a favour. I cut him an admin account. I mentioned the gig tomorrow. He said he was interested depending on the gig. We wraped after I declined his offer to go clubbing.

Sometime after that, I spralwed up on the sofa, did some reading, then when into sleep and REM.

“Thursdasy 13 2074 1600”

‘Elias Winter’ needed to get dressed for a meet at a train station. A nice secure AAA rated zone. I shower to wash chemical residue, away. Used a clean outfit, to avoid trace or transfer. I toggleed one commlink into hidden, and toggles another into ‘public’. Nothing strictly forbidden. Nothing up the sleves, that can not be passed by a MAD Scanner. Licsenses for the arms, as they never pass.

I arrived down at the train station, and passed through inspections. My arms did give them some pause. But, eventually they passed, muster and i made it in to the arrivals waiting area.

To pass the time, I skimmed thorugh my copy of Sun Tzu. Lionel does an good job of translating the ideas behind ‘Layng Plans’. I was conteplating ‘..when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near..’, when this asian fellow introduced himself as ‘Rick’.

He was dressed in a lined coat, over a suit with a fedora hat. He dresses enough like me that I was suspisious. I suspected psychological mirroring based on profiling. The thing that interested me the most was his pistols. Chrome. Pearl Handled. Triggerless. Smartlinked. These are not generic weapons. Tnis is the first serious hint that there is more to ‘Rick’ the being on the wrong side of a love triangle.

I sounded him out on things. No Place. No Car. No Employment. a fist of Renraku Corp Script. He had not eaten.

I took him out to a sit down place, for food. Made sure he ordered and put him on the Spot. It was not a discreet move. He did not blink. So he knows more then he was letting on. After that the front of house staff asked us to leave. We paid, and did not raise a fuss.

I took him to Dave’s place. Got alcohol into him. ‘Rick’ has a soft spot for alcohol. After a bit of watchng him drink. I got the feeling he is a habbitual user. I asked dave to see him to a coffin hotel, when he was doen for the night. Dave is a good guy for that.

I am undecided about ‘Rick from Renraku’. But, I went to my office, and checked through my gear. My shopping list and layed out an outfit for business tomorrow.

Sometime after that, I went into sleep and REM.

“Friday 14 2074 1600”

I Dressed. Then Ordered a cab for ‘Rick’. We were all going to meet up as SquarePeacock and then go en mass to Evo, for this meeting. I think ‘Rick’ Has potential to be a good addition to the team. Provided he is not a corporate plant, being blackmailed by a kinkbomb at his brainstem. I also figure that the field will allow me see what he actually bring to the table. other then vague notions of ‘good with pistols’ and ‘good at investivation’.

So, the plan was to get ‘Rick’ setled, then bring in the Team. Not, a great plan but, better, then no plan.

So, You know how no plan survives contact with the Enemy. Well, after moving to get ‘Rick’ attention of Emily and let her know Wolf was also expected, Vertigo invited herself to the ‘Company Shower’. Up untill a few weeks ago, reliable qan availabel showers were a luxury for me as well. So I am not remotely annoyed. I do not keep anything too odd in my office. Most of the odd stuff is in my Trunk.

So while ‘Rick’ and Vertigo were getting to know one another, We found out He likes his booze, and had family in the Self-Contained Industrial- Residential Environment (SCIRE)
on 19 December 2059 when it was locked down. I’ll ask later if his people were in the 1,600ish of so survivors. But, at those odds, the answer is probably no.

Before it came it went asked ‘Rick’ to chooose a streetname. He went with ‘Mariner’. Not bad, but, not what I would go with. But, I needed something to call him a the meeting besides ‘Rick’.

About this time Wolf arrived, we did a quick introductions.

Vertigo was hlding up three fingers. I held up four. Wolf smirked, not voting either way. Undecided. That has not Great, but, better then Ascention’s geek him on the train platfom, stance. Maybe with time he will grow on the rest of the Team. It is will also be easier to geek him on a field trip, should it be necessary.

We all bundle into a Jiffy-cab, and headded downtown for the meet with Evo at Evo-land. Evoland in the Toronto end of the GTBM is down on the waterfront litteraly at the foot of old Yonge Street. We showed up in our business best, and were escorted up to a lounge on 53 floor.

Evo dispite it’s name change, and exotic directors, is still in my ways a conservative japaneses style company. For instance dress, everyone who we saw was very traditional and conservatively dressed compared to corporate types of say Horizon. They all went about their polite business, in a sea of well dressed conservatism.

When we were ushered into this loungue, we had guards, support staff and Mr. Case and Mr. Suit. Mr. Case was dressed like an Evo Man. He was in a conservative and well-appointed business suit. He is Mr. Case as he has an attache case with him.

Mr. Suit on the other hand had a much brassier outfit. Oh, Still a Suit, but, much more ostentatious presentation, with elements of retro steampunk and an art print tie. Mr. Suit introducted himself as Mr. Johnson.

It turns out, Mr. Suit, needed a team to go do an job, and he contacted Mr. Case to find one for him. I suspect, driving a school bus of manikins into the glass front of onr of their office buildings might have been memorable. It is still a fairly unsually arrangement, for folks to be the megas to be buddy-buddy.

Mr. Johnson explains that he works for Ares. Introduces himself as Trind Mandelson, problem solver for Ares.

Mr. Case, it appears is our EVO host. The EVO, staff including Mr. Case file out at this point.

Mr. Johnson (Mandelson) explains the mission. It is an asset retrival mission. That means grabing a person of value and moving them some where else. Extraction deadlne is before the next full moon. He was looking for people to go into chicago to bring out Professor Brent O’Neil and as much of his resersrch as possible.

Fee for service: 100 $Ucas individual fee for successful extraction. 200 $Ucas collective bonus for full research bonus. Additional bonus for each surviving Ares Fire Team Member. I have the sneaking suspicion, that we may not get to collect that part of the incentive plan.

We did not actually, have to take this mission. We had enough money, snd resources to sit this one out. When, I told you before, I know how certain things happened, this it how they happened, we took the job.

I asked for gear that would help, over and abovethe strike team and the air travel he was offereing. Armour, Guns, that sort of thing. If you have not notice, I am big fan of gear. We changed up our kit, bit.

After that, I Commlinked Dr. Jeep, that it was an Ares job in Chicago. Dr. Jeep and Ares should not mix for a while.

We were on a transport for GYY Gary-Chicago Airport. We geared up. Met with O’donnel an his fire team of ten stout souls. We all mounted into a this beaten up of Stalion.

I was working on getting information from the pilot, as we flew out into the night. I wanted to be Upfront. I wanted to see this place. I wanted to get a feel for landmarks, and geography.

Spirits and Natives, abound.

RIGGRTTTT.

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LA's After Action Report: One
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{{Game Date December 18, 2012}}
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There are no such things as “Company Johnsons”. When mega corp A needs to get something done, a Junior Exec (Expendable), Asset Manager (if the mission is important) or maybe even an Exec VP (life or death) goes to a trusted Fixer, who then arranges a meet with the expendables. Usually A representative (Mr. Johnson) takes that meeting to furthur insulate the mega corp and the Manager. The mission(s) are then executed according to a time frame and other parameters, then once complete, the runners meet with the Mr. Johnson and get paid.

But, Honetly I did not choose to be a Shadow Runner, because I wanted easy. I Choose to be a Shadowrunner, because I can continue be free to make choices as a Shadowrunner.

Life in 2072 is divided between two vanila options: Those at the top and those that that group own and work for. Sitting between those two extreems are people like me, who risk life and limb to make next months rent. As I am not at the top, the options are do what they want, when they want, how they want, shopping where they want, eating what they want, and paying you in script that is not transferable to any other juristiction. Otherwise, you cam come over here and maybe starve to death.

I guess I am old fasioned, but I still prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery.

Rebecca and Paul have left the metroplex. Ascention pretty much clocks thier odds of survival at “slim”. I concur with her assessment. But, we did the job, we got paid.

It was a weird job right off the rack. I blame the TRIDs, for giving Rebecca the wrong impression of what it is we do. Denyable and Disposable go chip in slot with being a shadowrunner. In this case Mr. Eddie wanted us to go into Corp Land, and meet the Principle there.

Chance (He? She? Elf?) and I ended up meeting Rebecca, a corporate princess in the Horizon central tower, in the Horizon Extra-Terrirorial distict. Chance, got the nod because He is good with people. She is the best we have in dealing with people. I am not sure why I was there, Honestly, except to back Chance up. I used good old Elias Winter for this meeting. Chance used some one I never heard of.

Rebecca, wanted us to go find ‘Paulo’ or Paul Dewinter. The former Executive assistant to her Father and ‘Uncle’ to her. He had been missing, and minimal results were reported by the apes of her Corporate Sec. She gave us a reasonably complete biometric profile and an earing, to identify us as under her patronage. She wanted Paul back before her fathers funeral.

The Mr. Johnson who paid us for day one, obviously though we were overpaid, and nerdowells. But, 60,000 Ucas, will make me polite for his benefit.

Horizon actually appears to give a crap about their employees, and develops products that benefit metahumanity rather than attempt to control it. Not, sure why that is. Most Megacorps, have nothing to prove.

Then we gathered the team at SquarePeacock, had a brief and made calls to out people, and went to do legwork. Vertigo and I went back to the Horizon Extra-Terrirorial distict, and broke into Paul’s appartment. It was modest and neat with good conservative furniture. I pinched another picture of the two, and tried a run at his car but, the firewall war too tough for me. We regrouped in the afternoon, at SquarePeacock. Emily, brough in Soycaffe and Mufsoyins.

Our big lead is a John Doe that matched the biometric profile in a long term care ward in Vaughan District. Vertigo also notices that the picture we had from Paul’s place, was not Rebecca, but a twin.

We rented a Bulldog, as I hate using my Commet for field work, and made the drive out to check out the lead.

The Ares Portfolio resurfaced, Ares had identified Dr. Jeep from his wheels and was running him hot. He needed a place to store his assets. Untill the heat blows over. I agreed and gave him the roll up door code, to SquarePeacock. We do not burn our friends, so it was time for me to put my ass in line with my mouth.

We Arrived at the Hospital. We had a room number, lifted a copy of the med chart, we did visual ID, and The match was solid. This was going to be easy, money, dispite the weird way the client wanted to run this job.

Emily called to clarify that the expensive cars that were letting them selves in, were expected. And the renovations I wanted were underway. I reassured her that the cars were good and the staff should take the day off.

Chance went back down town to wash up, and get ready to report tomorrow morning. Vertigo, Wolf and I, stayed at the hospital to watch Paul the Package. It was a good old fashioned stake out, and mostly I read section of an ebook.

Time Passed.

Just about when Chance should have been walking into his meeting. We get a burst from him, about taking custody and moving the package.

So, we worked as a team and had the package in the van on the way to a street doc Chance knows, before I had my second Soycaffe of the morning. Well, Wolf, worked driving, overwatch and backup. Vertigo made a distraction. I took posession of the package. There was a hiccup, as we did not all regroup back at the van, but, we did quickly get that fixed.

So Chance’s name opened the door for us at this Streetdoc’s place. I got to say, that Streetdoc’s generally deal in the black market sale, trade, and maintenance of cybernetic enhancements and perform standard surgical treatment. Some of the more shady ones buy bits and blood from gangs, no questions asked. Some are in the pay of a Megacorp of two to do research of some kind.

So while the Doc treated the drug soup that was keeping the Package under, I waited with my Predator in my lap. It made him nervous, but, I made a show of not pointing the muzzle at him. I was on the job and the job had gone from find the package to guard the package.

Wolf needed the van to go run an errand. So Vertigo and I guarded the Package. Vertigo, worked her mojo and put an imp watcher into the ether to help keep an eye out. I sat with the package and the Doc.

Wolf dumped the van as her errand had made it hot with Ares, and rode in on her bike. Chance who’s wheels are still in the shop, arrived a bit later. I called for my Sedan as it is has the seats to carry most of the team and the package. We got caught up, Wolf had been busy shooting at Ares as they were chasing Dr. Jeep. Chance had an interesting meet with “The other sister”. She had an offer, that involved us breaking faith with our current employer, for ten times the money. Wolf, did not back either position. Vertigo was in favour of geeking the package for the payout. I was in favour of honouring the original deal. Chance backed me on that, and Vertigo decides to not take the easy money.

The Package woke up, and we briefed him on what we know. He was out of it since bfore the old man died. So we talked and he talked some. Then we most of the team piled into my Mercury and headed off toward the Scarbrough districts, with Wolf riding as outrider. Paul the Package wanted to make a call, and I offered my burn commlink.

Apparently, Paul and Rebecca got caught up. They wanted to meet up. In a AA corporate controled park. The rest of the team did not want to go into corporate controled space. So, Paul and I ended up in a park. He was dressed in my lined coat.

A Orange coup, with Neon accents rolls in. What looks like Rebecca gets out. I make Paul wait. she calls the burn phone. We go out an meet her. I direct her to pay our Fixer Mr. Eddie, and encourage her and Paul to put a move on and get elsewhere. I have a bad feeling about this.

I call Mr. Eddie to tell him to expect payment, and he has recieved it already. The job is over. My take will cover my living costs for about three or four months. I set the meet at the Diamond, tomorrow evening. I have a bad feeling about this.

I shadow them to the airport. I meet up with them, and get my coat back. I walk them to the secure zone. Rebecca gave me the control codes for her car. Then they crossed into the secure zone and became lonestar’s problem. I still have a bad feeling about this.

I call Dave and wire him some credit to secure the back room, for me, and some food and drink. I guess, I am throwing a party.

Then I meet the team to go over the plan for the Ares portfolio meet tomorrow. Downsview, Ucas territory. Vertigo and I in the Rental Van two. Wolf on overwatch. Chance doing the talking.

Then I go back to my Office, Check and lay out my gear and take a nap.

Morning came hard and fast.

Chance is in position. Wolf is in position. Vertigo is sitting beside me in the Van, and we are waiting. Ares shows up with a Limo, and an escort of city masters. Chance has some tense times, but, eventually their negotiator and chance agreed to take him to see the shipment.

So Chance and the Negotiator drove out to the new meeting site. Wolf kepts an eye on Chance, with Vertigo and I went to the Gaz and moved it into position at the meetsite.

Ares had a tail and Wolf tailed them. Wolf got flagged down by Lonestar, and she had to lay rubber out of there to avoid getting stopped with forbidden toys.

Vertigo and I set up in the new position, overlooking the Gaz. She was line of sight, and waiting. I was on the wheel. After more talking the Negotiator the goods, Chance got the credsticks. He drove off in the Gaz. The Negotiator drove off, and Chance picked up a tail. Vertigo zaped the tail’s wheels cold and we all met up. Yeah, Ares may be a Megacorop, but it seems best of the Megas. Sure they smuggle guns, start wars to increase buisness, and run a private mercenary army dressed up in police uniforms but they aren’t Aztechnology.

We torched the Gaz and talked Chance into spending some down time in a coffin motel. I called the only Elvish place I know, and send him a dandilion salad.

The rest went to meet Mr. Eddie. He brough his nephew, Dimitri. I took him to the back room, and we had dinner, and got paid. We ran the white noise and a few other precautions. I got a pic of Dmitri, as new faces make me nervous. Ascention says Dimitri is clean.

Afterwards, I contacted the Don, and requested an appointment with his Consiglieri. The Consiglieri and I had a quiet dinner, and the effeciency of a major bank he laundered our marked Ares Creds into Clean unmarked certified Nuyen. Nuyen is the global reserve currency, so I though I was doing everyone a favour. I found out later everybody else likes Ucas. So Double Payday, regardless.

This is embarasing, but I still need to review what we held back from the Ares Portfolio.

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