... Or the ghost of Teddy Roosevelt will begin staring at you from the ventilation making weird faces. Seriously.
Well. Now I have a nice demon claw mark scar to show off. At least it does not hurt anymore, thank He That Is for Alichino, who has now earned the right for me to refer to him as something other than Bob.
I believe this little incident brings the number of Runners killed by me up to..... FUCKING ONE. At this rate I am destined to join that crowd of faceless grunts that charges the machine gun wielding Runners in the hopes that ONE of them makes it. Once I fully recover, I am actually going to get off my lazy ass this time and kill my targets myself. After that: Vacation. The resurrected Runners and the Hunter can pick up my slack. Should be fun to watch I think.
In the mean time, want another free shot Sagey? This time there will not be a shadow thing interrupting us...