[h1/]SHADOWRUN[/HEADING]
A cool breeze flowed across the shadowrunners. It picked up into a wind that came over the ocean. It was a cloudy sky, but patches of sunlight shone down and reflected the light blue water. Ocean waves broke against the shore. The beach led into a tropical jungle, thick with foliage. Out from the beach was a shallow reef, a lagoon of clear water between a chain of islands.
Many of the runners had vivid memories of being in a battle, of tracking down a man with a bounty for the Yakuza, finding him at a hotel and fighting their way out against an army of homeless, landing at a Native American casino until their aircraft could be fixed, and the extraction waiting in a limousine. They had been attacked at the casino by a second army of vagrants and children, and a drone gunship, led by a cyborg woman who cut security apart with a pair of black blades. The Shamans had fought back, and the man escaped outside. When the runners had reached the Yakuza limousine, a gas grenade had knocked them out.
Others were newcomers, pulled from their daily activities, knocked out and waking up on the beach.
There was no sign of the battle. There was no Yakuza. There was no man. There was only the sand and rocks, water and coral. There was the sound of wind in palm trees, and waves. But for a few of the runners, they could identify the subtlest clues that this was a Simsense environment, and that their real bodies were somewhere else entirely...