No need to spell out what the Bee is (Ok, it's short for.... Bother). Anyway, I'm sure that you might be inclined to agree that this isn't one of Mr. Johnson's better days (In Shadowrun, a 'Mr. Johnson' is a faceless corporate type who hires shadowrunners to do dirty stuff). He's been through all the meetings, met his objectives, and been terribly true to the Company's mission statement(s), which includes, arranging to doublecross the 'runners under his employ. Too bad he didn't count on them crawling out of his well-planned setup in operational condition. So confident is he that he has only posted minimum security around his downtown office. Needless to say, our seasoned hired guns have penetrated his meagre defenses like the proverbial hot knife through butter, and are now holding a kangaroo court to determine Johnson's fate. BTW, the executioner is the same dude as the one in 'You've got yourself a crew', just a bit younger, which might explain why he does what he does in that piece. The Orc is different, though. The dead runner he's carrying is their team decker who got fried by the 'Nervepopper' experimental black IC, with messy results. Well, Mr. Johnson, not even a Golden Parachute will save you from fulfilling your job in corporeal form. You'd better hope that hell has an opening for a corporate administrator, 'cause by this time tomorrow, someone else will be filling your shoes.