The Life of Boyd Johnson

ONE: Radius

Pick always has the edge. He doesn't try to keep it either. His eyes dance over the stack of closed-circuit monitors, absorbing... and filtering. Four coming down in the elevator with gas and tac gear. Two corps already plastered on the stairwell floor. A third joining them in an inaudiable plummet. On the surface, two trackvans idle visibly while demolitions engineers are torn to shreds against the reinforced vehicle gate. Their van turrets wheel and throw fire at the four-story across the street. The Saviors just payed back their favor.

Life never is simple. Pick waits for the commando's elevator to open, two levels up, before blasting the ceiling down in their faces.

TWO: Circumference

Abode, sig.other,

Sometimes, when he wasn't wired on sims, he'd he wished he lacked his rep. But his name kept the cash flowing. History etc. Goals....

try to get the bucks without needing any name, etc. See character sheet.

Living in a condemned building's underground parking deck had its advantages and disadvantages. Fortunately, his wealth was well-distributed before his exit from GranTech Enterprises. This allowed him to renovate the lot and put in security. Unfortunately, most of security had just been exhausted and his creature comforts his renovated everything. This included his frequented passage the the Edison #4 stop on the subway. He had learned of the place from what might be called a friend. He was more of a fence than anything, or rather anybody. He was the one who arranged his severing from Blank Industries... etc.

THREE: Diameter

FOUR: Angle

FIVE: Degree

SIX: Curve

SEVEN: Pi

EIGHT: Infinity