Phase One of our long con on SimSoft and SiNet had paid off, and just in time. We had the new anthrodrone that we'd stolen from CyberTek, but until now very little money for outfitting them. This was a big payoff for us. Even with putting aside 20K for anticipated legal fees for Phase Two, that still left us with 10K each, and 10K for the group projects fund. I had passed out the credsticks, and we were all a little giddy. The entire group was at the Sanctuary, and it was as close to a celebration as
we've ever had. Oh, sure, I was trying to pass on some advice, such as, "This might be a good time to invest in drone armor, weapons, and clothing," but I might as well have been saying "blah, blah, blah," for all anyone heard. I'd already done a bit of shopping, but I don't think anyone else had much time for it yet.
This was unfortunate, because in the midst of our revelry, our comms spontaneously switched to a news report. The 'caster was saying, "...terror in the streets as these strange, glowing figures are attacking everyone in sight. Law Enforcement has been alerted, and is working to blockade the area, but it's unclear how many people may still be in danger. If you're in the affected district, we advise you to stay inside, do not open your doors, and wait for an all-clear..."
All voices hushed, and we exchanged meaningful glances. It had been a few weeks since we had received a bona fide Peaches mission. I guess we were overdue. The autochef itself hadn't spoken, but, as Katrya put it, "Does it really matter? We know."