Journal entry - 13 November 2045
Tonight's assignment turned out to be a monumental clusterfuck. A simple babysitting assignment turns into a shooting match. To begin with, this Senjou character never shows up like he was supposed to for his meeting with his buyers. Second, someone who wants what Senjou was sellling got wind of the meet, as evidenced by the appearance of the three goons and their point man inside the bar, and them mistaking me for Senjou.
The goon squad were pretty amatuerish, a few street thugs with guns, though they got lucky with the flashbang, that knocked me on my ass good and proper. Need to talk to W about getting some upgrades. That'd be pretty damn stupid to get offed by a gang banger after surviving hell on earth like Vladivostok, Seoul and the Golan Heights.
This Senjou character seems to have pissed off a lot of the wrong kind of people, since apparently one or more LA street gangs, the Yakuza, and apparently LAPD are after him.
All is not hopeless though. On a hunch, I followed a pair who were in the bar. Good thing too, seems they were the ones Senjou was meeting with, most likely selling stolen data that the punk with the AK thought I had. Obvious question here is, what data, who wants it, and why? From what I gathered, Em was the buyer, and Brian was the middleman. The redheaded mexican cop knew about Ookami too, though I can't figure his angle. He's CRASH, and the SWAT guys I worked with all tell me that the CRASH unit is one step away from being a gang itself.
On the brighter side, that fucktard on eBay finally mailed out the figurines... Now my Ghost in The Shell collection is complete. Going to watch the new episodes of Phantom Soldier Guiver I TiVO'd and grab some shuteye. Need to order the 'Stims for that one.