Several SURGEd metahumans protest against oppressment; the rally is joined by several other elderly metahumans with their 50ies memories still fresh
Several SURGEd metahumans protest against oppressment;Lone Star officers persuade them to go home
Several SURGEd metahumans protest against oppressment; Alamos 20k strike team organizes a pitchfork crowd
A street urchin is seen pickpocketing a wealthy-looking passer-by
A gang of street urchins is seen robbing a middle-class old lady
Several steet urchins are seen beating one of their peers senseless
Several steet urchins are seen beating one of their peers senseless; kid's aura shows he's latently Emerged
A street kid insists on washing the runners' van for some change
A street kid insists on washing the runners' van for some change; kid's aura shows he's latently Awakened
A gang of street urchins is seen shivving a fancy-looking street sammy, a lone adult figure watching from the shadows
A lone elderly street sammy is seen running along the road - he's wearing armor, and going in huge grasshopper jumps (with his old implants)
A young street sammy is seen juggling a couple of pistols on the side of the road
A sad-looking ork street sammy with Tokugava-style samurai haircut is seen sharpening his katana, sitting in a silk kimono on the side of the road
A latino dwarf street sam is servicing his cyberarm - peeling off its synthskin and oiling the mechanisms. Several figures are waiting for him to finish in the shadows.
An elderly sammy is seen dragging his jammed cyberleg along the road
A sammy jumps down from some window several stores up, jumps over the van, and makes hasty escape
A drunk troll is lying across the road in a pool of his own vomit
A dwarf is lying across the road with half his skull gone
A female elf is lying on the road, BTL chip plugged in
A pile of gore is lying on the road. A gold ring can be seen among the remains
Several piles of ash/pools of ooze/shattered blocks of ice are seen on the road; an astral print is still on site
Two men are having a sword duel - one is heavily cybered, the other a mystical adept
Two mages are having a magic duel
A mage carrying a valueable-looking focus is seen bursting into flames out of a sudden
Several occult investigators are seen crouching on a site of a mage crime
A mage flies overhead, several drones zooming after him
A tired-looking old amerind shaman faints while summoning a spirit of air, the spirit roams off
A tired-looking old amerind shaman faints while summoning a spirit of air, the spirit attacks the man
A wealthy looking elf mage is fending off several ork and troll gangers with magic
A courier carrying virgin telesma falling under attack of several shamans
A courier carrying virgin telesma comes under attack of several shamans, a couple of hermetics appear from invisibility to fend off the attack
Drunk orks celebrate a marriage all over the road
Drunk dwarves hold a mourning procession across the road as a part of a funeral
Several trolls are seen dancing near and on the road; they are obviously high
An adept oozes out from a tiny basement window, something valuable-looking in his hand
A lone sammy freezes for a moment, reading something in AR, and procceeds to hide a clip of ammo behind a bench on the street
A band of hackers is seen on  a square trying to drive a hacked car into one of the numbered gates
A young hacker is seen crying over his crushed commlink
An elderly hacker is seen fending of several gangers with his cyberdeck - he wields it as a sword, at the same time using it to eject clips from the smartlinked guns of the gangers
Two hackers are seen creating AR-graffiti
Two hackers are seen competing in making holo-projector dynamic sculptures
A young hacker is seen surfing a highjacked drone truck
Two hackers are obviously huggling over some piece of code, seeing the ARrows floating up in the air before them with eyeblinding speed
A young hacker is beaten by several gangers, their comrade is seen off to the side with his cybereyes and ears disabled
A young man is searched by the Lone Star officers, being accused of hacking their car's rear view cams and showing them antigovernmental materials; the man has no electronics on him but a very cheap commlink (he's a techie)
The face of a man walking down the street is seen instantly transforming into something completely new
The face of a man walking down the street is seen instantly transforming into something completely new, it's one of the PC's faces
A lying drunk bum is seen spitting a tiny needle into the neck of a wealthy-looking passer-by (if the runners are able to spot it); the man pays no attention
A random passer-by suddenly leaps up and leaves view in a second-store window
A young sam with an obvious cyberarm is seen dragged along the street by his troll mother, he's shouting something about him being able to hang out with his friends as long as he wants
Several shadows skulk down the street, streetlight's rays glancing off the optics of the item one of the figures is carrying for a second
A wounded metahuman in a chameleon suit is seen being loaded into a DocWagon copter
A wounded metahuman in a chameleon suit is seen being loaded into a DocWagon copter, a Lone Star officer hops after him. The second officer is seen putting the man's weapons in the patrol car's trunk.
A van bursts from a side street, several patrol cars howling after it a moment later
A wall of a building going along the road explodes, a van bursting from the hole, several drones and spirits giving close chase
An illusionary van flies through the runners' vehicle, a couple of Lone Star patrol cars giving lucrative chase
An obviously intoxicated elven streetwalker knocks on the runners' van's window, offering her services
A BTL junkie offers herself to get some nuyen for a fix
A blind stuttering street urchin offers herself for some food
A blind street urchin offers herself for some food; the girl's aura is that of a latent Awakened
A troll pimp in a fancy suit is seen bitch-slapping one of his girls
A troll pimp and several of his girls are seen beating an elven girl senseless, screaming something about her never escaping again
A couple of kids try to offer some first aid to their peer, who's lying with a syringe needle still in his vein
A legless ork crawls through a traffic jam, begging, claiming he has no money to buy implants
A SURGEd human is seen hung on a lamppost
A man in Alamos 20k outfit is seen hung on a lamppost
Several yakuza are seen chazing a half-naked girl - judging by the headware, a bunraku puppet. As they catch up with her and knock her to the ground, the leading men exclaims: "I told you those action movie personafix chips were bullshit!"
Several yakuza are seen beating the crap out of a young man in a fancy suit.
A couple of yakuza are seen crushing the windows of a roadside shop with baseball bats.
A go-gang is seen jack-knifing a drone truck and robbing it blind.
A go-gang is seen jack-knifing a truck, a couple of sec goons firing at them from the vehicle.
A go-gang is holding a race/initiation rite on the roadway.
A burning motorcycle is seen at the curb, fine red pulp trail leading to it.
A burning truck wreck is seen at the curb, obviously crushed into a lamppost. The storage compartment is ripped open, but some valueable items can be seen inside. The driver is blocked inside by the stuck doors.
An unmarked van stops near an Atzlaner-looking passer-by; several men in ornate respirators jump out and drag him in, the van speeding away a second later.
An elderly poor-looking man mind-controls several gangers who attack him and makes them DANCE
A couple of ghouls is seen dining on a recently dead ork.
A couple of ghouls is seen finishing off an ork wounded in a gang shoot-out, one of them is looking quite guilty, but hungry nonetheless.
A traffic control drone nosedives into asphalt just before the runners' van, likely malfunctioning.
A traffic control drone knocks on the van's window, calling the runner to answer "chief" and asking for directions to Renraku Arcology. If seen from the Matrix, a feral AI is controlling it.
Several drones wearing colors of different corporations are seen during a shootout.
Some mounted Spikes are towing a tied-up elf behind their bikes.
Some mounted Spikes are fighting several well-armed Ancients.
A tempo addict under spirit influence whizzles down the street on a bike, sitting sideways.
A burned-out tempo addict is seen speeding down the street on a bike, sitting sideways, looking extremely bored.
A Vory shestyorka is seen running after a young foxy gilette, falling to his knees and begging to reconsider. The gilette seems unimpressed.
Several Vory brutes are seen roughing up an obviously Asian street BTL pusher. A crushed hot sim module lies off to a distance.
A wealthy looking bypasser's head explodes in a cloud of shattered bone and spilled brain matter. A thundering sound of a shot comes a second later. If the runners look carefully enough, a Vory hitman can be seen out in the distance.
A man on the sidewalk briefly lights up as the nanotattoos on his face and exposed arms form absolutely new pictures, this time with dragons and not octagons and happy numbers. The man laughs aloud.
A group of well-armed non-uniformed people is seen transported by a spirit of air. As the group floats over you, the sammy waves a hand.
A group of well-armed non-uniformed people is seen in a firefight with some well-armed corp-uniformed people. The corpers are obviously losigng, when one of the runners throws a white phosphorous grenade, and when the smoke clears, the men are gone. A dozen seconds later a couple of vans with corporate backup show up.
A group of well-armed non-uniformed people is seen in a firefight with some well-armed SK-uniformed people. The corp goons seem to be losing, till a couple of copters with back up show up. The bodies are quickly gathered, loaded up, and the corpers leave the scene.
A group of well-armed non-uniformed people is seen running from a mage and several spitis he's summoned. Two dead bodies can be seen lying down the street.
A group of well-armed non-uniformed people is seen having a shootout with a gang. Some mojo is slinged, and the gang is obviously losing.
Two groups of well-armed people are having a shoot-out. They seem to be runners, judging by attire.
Two groups of well-armed people are having a shoot-out. They seem to be runners, judging by attire. Some heavy ordnance, combat droids and powerful magic is used.
A beaten van drives by, a moment later, the runners' vehicle is shaken by a blastwave from a huge explosion out in the distance
A beaten van drives by, a moment later, the building behind the runners collapses in a huge cloud of flame
A troll with monofilament whips for horns is seen wreaking havok in a Stuffer Shack you drive by
A young dragon is seen flying overhead
A couple of buff bouncers throw someone visibly very drunk away from a club.
A couple of buff bouncers throw someone away from a club; the victim is shouting something about being the rightful owner of the club.
A huge holographic ad for the happy hour at the local bar is floating at the roadside.
A hologram of a naked girl is floating before a building, apparenlty an apartment one, reaching out to passers-by to lure them in.
A political protest march blocks the street, making the runners choose an alternative route.
A hate march blocks the street, making the runners dodge flying glass. Lone Star officers watch it grimly, waiting for a command.
A sim, corp or politics semi-celeb is being professionally photographed near a sight.
An open-air concert is rocking the street.
As a freight train on an overpass speeds by the runners, one or several figures can be seen crouching on the outside of the carriages.
A DocWagon copter speeds overhead.
A troll hauls a massive plastic sack into a pawn shop.
A ghost can be seen floating in a desolate alley.
A wealthy-looking magician is walking down the street, looking extremely drained. Assenssing can reveal an imp on one of his foci.
Centaur trots along the road, carrying a scoped rifle and looking smug.
A naga can be seen sleeping coiled around a wire crossing the street.
A flock of pixies speed across the road, chasing a hawk, shouting menacingly.
A street seller is shouting, asdvertising his merchendize, he's selling daggers with troll horn sheathes.