>>6302391>>6302390Blackwell looks at you for a moment, revealing nothing. "Lt. Walker I'm afraid we'll be going well beyond the disclosure of classified materials and you needn't worry about me going over your head. Everything you and I discuss will be in the strictest confidence. The future of your life demands it, I'm afraid. As well as those of your team. And, I assure you that isn't a threat. But, an absolute reality. As sure as the sun setting on Night City. If what you and I discuss goes public we're both dead men. From forces well outside of the police force. Now, please, tell me if this looks familiar to you."
He slides you a picture (that is an actual physical photograph developed through chemical process, an antique) of a strange rune. It takes you a second to place but it click soon enough. It's the same horrible piece of art the three militech cyber psychos made out of the Golden Cafe's furniture and corpses of their victims.
Blackwell can tell by your startled expression that you recognize it. "It was prudent of you destroying that bar. Had you not done so I would have had taken care of it myself. Truly, your instinct for the danger this image represents is extraordinaire. Or, perhaps I should say it's a given. Considering your circumstance, which is the next issue I must bring up. However, I'm getting ahead of myself here. First a briefing and summary introduction. Bring yourself and all the members of your crew that you trust with your life. And, we'll discuss the problem facing our fair city."
With that he stands up and walks away, but before leaving he turns around and asks "Have you seen the Yellow Sign?" The door leading out of your office automatically closes behind him and your grateful for it. You've had worse meetings before, but not many. Who will you bring to Blackwell's little horror show?
>Your full team (entire unit is 11 full body converted borgs like yourself, there's seven presently off duty)>Just yourself>Yourself and Rex>Yourself, Rex, Wizard, and Widow. 