This article originally appeared in Pyramid #29

Magic on the Edge

An Alternative GURPS Cyberworld
by Stephen Kenson

Broovy was getting nervous. As the evening wore on at the Club Blackboard, he was getting more and more tense. He really wanted a drink, eying with lust the trays that the waitrons carried, but he didn't dare fog things up now. Especially if something had gone wrong.

"Tchort," Hando muttered. He wasn't so concerned as Broovy was about keeping sharp and he tossed off the last of his second beer. "Where is she, paryeni? You said she'd be here." Broovy took another long look around the club, at the various spookies and club kids scattered around the tables and dance floor. Still no sign.

"She will be," he told Hando. She'd better be, he thought to himself. Katrina was usually on time, something must be wrong, his gut told him. Kat would've sent word if she wasn't able to make the meet, either through the net or . . . otherwise. Broovy fingered the pentagram medallion under his shirt and let the touch of the solid metal calm and center him a bit. He had a bad feeling about this. With a last glance around he slid off his barstool and tapped Hando on the shoulder.

"C'mon, omae, let's fade." Just as they made to leave, three figures clad in black entered the club. Two were wearing light, form-fitting black body armor with the stars-and-stripes patch on the shoulder; they had burners holstered casually at their sides, like it was the sort of thing everyone wore on a night out. Nerks. The guy with them was wearing a long black coat over . . .

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Article publication date: April 17, 1998


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