January, 2071
The more the Seattle Sprawl changes, the more it stays the same. The cold and tender embrace of the shadows has begun to thaw into an ardent hot bed of wretched schemes and plays for power. “Expendable Assets” are readily pursued as those in power prepare to place their pawns on the board of “The Great Game”.

It was once said, “in order to create, one must first destroy”…

Everything had been reduced to rubble. The building was now just a pile of concrete, rebar, and other clumps of twisted metal laying in the lot of Redmond where one of the most reputable fixer’s headquarters once stood. In the shadows, there can be only one result; one where no one was the winner, and everyone was the loser, in one form or another. A few dedicated ‘runners had arrived too late to the scene, and used both technology and magic to search the chaos of jagged concrete for any sign of life. It did not take long before the worst was confirmed. The fixer who had once reigned over this section of the sprawl, and had also been one of the best fixers of the entire Seattle Metroplex, now lay dead and torn amidst the rubble.

Digging out the body also uncovered some of the fixer’s prized possessions; a cyberdeck and storage unit. Their armored cases miraculously providing them protection against the crushing collapse of the building. Also found was an armored and fireproof box which, upon further examination, contained a copy of the fixer’s last will and testament, dated only weeks before. But it was the storage unit that was the most interesting…

It wasn’t until almost two days later that the runners were able to crack the encryption on the files and get to the paydata contained within. What those datachips contained was nothing short of the key to the late fixer’s entire empire: contacts, runners for hire, markers, access codes, blueprints, reconnaissance photos, and miscellaneous tidbits of “compromising information” that could be used to blackmail or otherwise ensure cooperation of many of Seattle’s most influential and important political and corporate figures. Needless to say, the data was worth nuyen… lots of nuyen. Having possession alone would make someone the target of all the other predators and scavenger who smelled the opportunity. The runners had not survived this long by playing things stupid. They knew that only more conflict and war could arise from releasing most of this data into the world. Conflict that could end up catching them all up in its folds and spitting them back out as corpses.

The fixer had somehow foreseen this eventuality however, for the will contained instructions on what to do should the data be recovered. They all saw the wisdom of it – divide and conquer. The will contained a list of almost a dozen of Seattle’s fixers; some more well known than others, some less powerful, but all had worked with the deceased at some point, and were known to be among the more “honorable” people that kept the shadow community on an even keel. Invitations be sent out to these select few, and that they be gathered for a secret meeting to find an equitable way to distribute the data so that the balance of power in the shadows could be kept.