Tragedy – Nocturnal Shadowrunner, Egypt Tradition Shaman
The irritating racket from the back seat had finally grown silent again. It had managed to get on her very last nerve. She couldn't blame them for being excited. Everyone got all wound up before their first run. She had, and every new runner she had met since she started had, hell every old runner who she trusted to be truthful admitted that they to had been a nervous wreck before the start of their first shadowrun.
She almost felt a little selfish, while she hadn't strictly told them, that their nervous chatter would prevent her from communicating with her guidin