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Joseph "Thunder Wolf" Redwing The shrill of the alarm wakes Joseph from what was actually a restful sleep. Reaching over Joseph slams one hand down on the alarm and hops out of bed. With a yawn and a scratch of the head, Joseph goes through the drawers of his dresser. He collects his skivvies, his work pants, his work shirt, and one of his many superhero shirts. Ever since childhood Joseph has liked comic book characters. He was never an avid collector of comics themselves, but his interest does show itself in his vast collection of Superhero T-Shirts. Even though his work uniform will be over it, Joseph always feels naked without one on. Selecting a Green Lantern shirt, he puts it on before putting on his security uniform. Walking across the room, Joseph opens his blinds and looks out the window. The sun is just starting to rise, the sky a light gray behind the Sprawl's towers of blinking lights. Joseph leans down to a gun safe, entering in a combination. He opens the safe and pulls out his two "legally" registered firearms. He slams a magazine into his Colt America and racks the slide back. He slips the weapon into his holster, and slides it down the small of his back. He then pulls out a weapon case containing his Colt M23. Typically the M23 stayed in the safe except for when he goes to work, well his legitimate work. Leaving his apartment, Joseph makes his way to the underground garage and hops into his Blue Hyundai, putting his M23 in the trunk. He takes the long drive down to Terminal Island for his job as a security guard down at the Docks. On his way he stops at the same coffee shop he stops at every morning. This stop serves two purposes. First, they have good bagels and Soycaf. Secondly, next to the Coffee Shop is a small shipping store with private PO boxes. It is to one of these PO boxes, registered under one of Joseph's fake SINs, that all his shadowrunning correspondence goes. Walking in with a Soycaff Latte in one hand, Joseph takes out the one envelope and opens it, finding a job offer from his Street Doc. All it says is that there is a job in two days. Joseph goes to one of the small public computers in the shipping store and logs on with his fake SIN. He shoots off a quick message to WhiteBird indicating he'll at least meet the Mr. Johnson, and to forward the contact information and meeting place. Logging off, Joseph hops in his car and drives the rest of the way to the port, the sun half rising over the ocean. It was yet time for another day of protecting cargo containers full of cheap goods shipped from China and India. The job paid the bills, it was the other expenses he needed Running for.
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