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"An abnormality mentioned it once. So, why cowboys specifically? Guess they're on my mind because uhhh. Security reasons." You can barely hide the grimace on your face.
"Really? I think because of the recent ventures out towards the Wastes. We used to think nothing was out there until pretty recently. R-Company had an expedition during the first year or two after discovery. The details get muddy but that trip permanently changed the whole Company's view."
"Sounds like it tracks. Heard stories about 'em tracking down someone who went there. Carceri something?" You move your hand around in the air.
Mr. Salt flinches when he hears the name. "Oh, them." He hisses while gripping the bottom of his bathrobe. "Yeah. R-Company had a search warrant out for them a while back. Something about company secrets or something."
"Did they have a little girl?"
"I think so. Poor kid, getting wrapped up in all of that, in this shithole of a City? Damn shame." He gently taps his cigarette. "I think they wanted her really bad for something. No freedom when a company is hunting ya down, ya know?"
[BOUND BY DUTY] "Hell, I know what it's like to be chained to a Company. At least I signed up for it."
"Hey, you're in your...50s? 30s? Regardless, what else do you wanna know?"
"Anything on J-Corp?" An odd, instinctual <span class="mu-r">RAGE</span> fills you just by saying it. You shake your head to dispel it. "Are they cops or something? Don't know too much about that."
"Yep! They got most of the dangerous shit locked up, especially the abnormalities who could vaporize you with a thought!" A dry chortle slides out of his salty teeth. "The Thumb to squash any dissent. They're tasked with being the City's immune system. Person, abnormality, anything too disruptive?"
He crushes a cockroach crawling on the table with his thumb. "Gone. Not a lot of people who go up against them live to tell the tale."
"Well, lest a Company bails you out. J-Corp can only use B-Corp's assistance so much before losing favor. They're tasked with keeping the peace, not hunting people down. That's more X-Corp's thing."
"But yeah, if you've seen any Disposables? J is probably where you got them from. Why bother building an android or getting someone competent when you can throw meat at a magical girl or something?"
"A...magical girl?"
"Hey, anomalies are weird like that. You probably have weird shit in that facility too."
"Fair. We do have a flamboyant magician."
"Speaking about that, I do want you to deal with our PARADIGMs tomorrow. And I have another deal to offer."
"Go on."
"We have a very efficient way to produce C-Extract. If you give me some A, or hell, work for us to get some? We'll give you some for a pretty good discount. That, and...how about you sleep someone a bit warmer. Like my facility's dorms?"
"Hm. I'll take up the offer for the latter. Spammy, mind getting one of our friends to watch the shop for me?"
"[E-Mail Received]!"
"Good boy. And for the other one?"
