As an experienced runner in Denver you’ve found yourself in a bit of a hard spot, caught between favors, debts, bribes, and threats with only one way out. The Johnson has promised to get the Triads, Yaks, or even the Star off your crews’ backs if you’d take the job, even a massive cash bonus assuming you were still around to collect, not like you had any other choice. The job itself was simple: hijack a maglev transport. As usual the tricky bits are in the details. The owner? Ares Macrotechnologies. The vehicle class? Iron Horse Superheavy. The route? Straight through the deadlands, full of astral interference, matrix dead zones, and all sorts of mutated biologicals.