Our stalwart group of intrepid adventurers… wait, I mean Shadowrunners… under the employ of a member of Guo-Dian Multinational sought to destroy a humble cabin out in the middle of nowhere near Denver. The house was surrounded by jamming towers and x-mas decorations. Upon infiltration they discovered a cabin lost in time. Not that much time, just six months or so. The entire place was decorated as if for x-mas. Workspaces stood in the upper floors abandoned. The skeletons of the former inhabitants lounging comfortably in the library. The remains of Mrs. Claus in the basement at a sinister alter. The hell-reindeer was quickly shot in the head. Good thing to, it was getting close to feeding time. Once our adventurers I mean Shadowrunners got to the basement they promptly put a bullet in Santa’s head and put the jolly fat man down for good. It’s fortunate, really. People were starting to complain about the return policy on gift wrapped explosives delivered by mail. Once Santa was out of the picture, Arthur Sullivan flew off in the night on a sleigh driven by eight reigndeer and powered by jolliness. (Or was it two reindeer?) The payment promised to be plenty until the employer decided to double cross the party, attempting to gun them down with automated turrets and suffocate them with noxious gas inside a moving train car. The adventurers survived (I mean shadowrunners) and had to jump train, leaving them stranded in the middle of the desert between Colorado Springs and Denver. It was a stroke of good luck that a strange man wandered along (especially for Arthur Sullivan who had fallen unconscious and was bleeding out). He promised to help them get back to Denver in once piece. This ought to be good.