Hawk

His time in the UCAS Army taught Joseph Simmons a lot of things. It taught him how to shoot. It taught him how to work with a unit. It taught him to trust his fellow soldiers to do their jobs, because they were trusting him to do his. It taught him to lead, and to be patient. It took a street punk from Chicago and made him part of something bigger. It taught him to be better. It also taught him that the brass further up the chain of command would stab you in the fragging back and not think twice about it. An op went south and they needed somebody to blame. After ten years of faithful service, they exercised the early termination clause of his enlistment contract, and he found himself back on the streets of Northside. One afternoon, he was sitting at the counter of a diner, wondering how he was going to pay for the meal he’d just ordered and realizing that there weren’t many career paths in the private sector for well trained killers. He realized that he was lost without a unit around him. An older-looking changeling that looked like some sort of lizard man sat down next to him at the counter and asked, in a raspy voice, “You got any skills?” That changed everything. There might not have been a lot of call for his skills in the private sector, but there was a great need for men with leadership skills in the shadows. Most shadowrunner teams don’t have someone who can bring the best out of each member, and that was something at which he excelled. So now he has a second career—and a new sense of purpose. He's run a lot of jobs for Simon Andrews, and a few for other fixers as well. His most frequent teammates are a thief who goes by Ninetails, a former company woman merc with the less than original handle of Shades, a dwarf street fighting adept called Knox, a quiet hacker who's got a rep for being opposed to violence with the username of Is0bel, and he is in tight with a street doc who calls himself Daktari. Ninetails