Thanks heaps, Doug!  I had no idea how to make a pdf interactive so I've just been working on a hard copy at home which, come to think about it, I suspect I've lost. 

Okay - I just added Elly to the dropdown with a PDF. It is blank, Scott, except for her name and role. I put her PC pic on the sheet, too, so feel free to fill it in, if you want her information available online.

Hey everyone,

I have made more edits to the boards. Character sheets (except for LE1) are in the Blade Runner dropdown at the top of the forum. I have invited everyone to the Dropbox where the sheets are stored. You should be able to edit your sheet, but do not change the name of the PDF, or it will break the forum dropdown link.

Also, Paul - I have added your Promotion and Humanity sheet into the list, too. I am not sure if it is an interactive PDF sheet for you, but I made it that way for ease of use. If you do not want it to be there, let me know.

Fuckin' rain. Always fuckin' rain.

Wylde squeezed the packet of hot sauce into his ramens. How many was this, three? It was a habit he had formed while aboard the Scylla - a UN drop ship - during his time with the CDP. The rations they had to eat then... well it required every bit of flavoring you could find. Now back on Earth, it was mostly salt and some other artificial flavoring - chicken or beef - and that was just not enough.

The packet squeezed empty and the brothy ramens went darker red. Rett stirred it a little with the chop sticks and then proceeded to shovel the noodles into his mouth. Not bad, he thought, even as he smiled to himself that the Noodle shop owner had had enough money to afford a Persian cat! Definitely a synth, but still, That's irony!

He stood under a canopy, street level, while he ate. His spinner was parked about five vehicles down from him, but there was nowhere dry nearby it and he didn't want to sit inside. He preferred being outside most vehicles now. Feeling the G-force affect you, as a drop-ship fell into a planet's atmosphere... yea, he experienced that enough. Rain or not, Rett preferred it outside.

His mind continued to wander while he ate. The difference of LA on Earth compared to Rust-Vaal on Calantha - one world of continuous sunshine and desert heat, to this shit hole where the rainfall is measured in months.

Wylde shook his head. He was one year into this new job with the RDU - five if you included his off-world excursions in the CDP. From behind him, someone yelled out an insult in Chinese. Well, he thought it was Chinese. Could have been Korean, or some other bastardization of every language spoken in this city. There was no gunshots, so he ignored it.

Another mouthful of ramen.

One year and already one desk-duty. The fucker hadn't listened. It wasn't his fault that the man wouldn't drop his weapon. There was now a hole in the skull where the man's brains had been. Should've listened, he told the ghost for the thousandth time.

Needless to say there was an inquest into the event. Two weeks off - no badge, no weapon. Talking to a fucking shrink. Mandatory desk duty for what had seemed like forever, but was all of six weeks. Now Wylde was back on the street doing what he knew how to do.

His KIA chirped in his pocket and Rett cursed as he spilled hot broth on his hand and coat reaching for it. He saw the screen and the channel that was calling - Holden.

He tapped to answer, "Wylde."

Everything looks good there, so let's smash cut to Rett Wylde.  What's he doing at the moment the KIA call comes through?

Paul, he is updated. I went with an Enforcer, seeing as we have skin job analysts on the team. Let me know if that is too similar to Tom's character, or if you want anything changed on him. He is in the dropdown.

He either goes by the name of Rett or Wylde - only his mother ever called him Everett.

Thanks

Holden's face crumples into a frown so customary that it's like it's become his neutral expression and the wrinkles are from where he contorts it into something less disappointed with the world.  "Alright then, I'll tell Goroka he can stick it.  Keep me updated.  This is a new blip on our radar and I'm not thrilled about that." 

He blows a lungful of smoke into the already hazy air around him, the wheezing of his synthetic lungs doing nothing to improve the experience.  "I'm assigning Wylde to the case as well, now that he's back on duty.  Get in touch with him as soon as you can and bring him up to speed." 


Doug, you're about to come on stage.  How are you going with Wylde?

Crowe mumbled,

"Cache of pre-blackout replicant pieces. Targeted Tyrell old stock, not a snatch and grab. If it isn't RDU it will be." 

Internally he was glad that he never carried the KIA around with him. Another thought in his head said that he did, it just walked.

Crowe sighed.

For a minute, Elly watches impassively as Crowe fusses around the scene looking for something.  He clearly doesn't know exactly what, just that it will be The Thing - the piece of evidence that leads to a straightforward investigation, a clean arrest, a confession of guilt, moral clarity and victory for the orders of angels.  Whatever The Thing is, they both know he'll never find it in a Sector 12 loading dock, and probably not anywhere in Los Angeles.

Then Elly's KIA is chirping with an incoming call, loud and insistent as a baby bird, back when there were birds.  When she pushes the button, the face on the screen is Deputy Chief Holden, his face held up at a heroic angle by the position of the vid-phon on his desk.

"Elly?  Good. I've just had Goroka from RSS in my ear about you two showing up at what he says is a by-the-book robbery.  You've been there long enough to take a look around and I've got to give him a good argument if RDU is going to keep the case.  So what do you think - is this a Rep-Detec job?"