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He knows there's roughly 30 companies all working to gather information on the various researchers and anomalies here. Some have ideological reasons for doing what they do but the lack of logic behind their actions is half the point.
They're similar to ARC in that way. Corporate machines grinding away with no rhyme or reason, just doing things because that's all they're made to do. He can give you advice on BLACKWELL and HAYDEN, at least, since you have a fax machine.
HAYDEN cares about worker morale first and foremost, that's why they told you to take it easy today. You could probably sell them any 'recreational' samples you find for far more than whatever ARC is offering.
BLACKWELL wants to catalog information simply for the sake of it. If you can tell them a secret or story, they'll tell you a secret or story back. The more embarrassing or incriminating, the better.
You thank the <span class="mu-b">Man</span>-
Well. There's not a <span class="mu-b">Man</span> here.
>[ERROR] leaves the party.
You should look for some new people to talk to, shouldn't you?
You tell Lucy you'll see her later. "O-oh! See you! T-thank you for, uh, hiring me today. I-it was fun!"
>Lucy leaves the party!
You scan around the cafeteria for anyone of interest to chat with. Something that immediately catches your attention is a kid in a red and green stripped shirt running around the place. No one seems to be paying any mind to him but. The little brat can't be any older than eight. He's the only kid around here, why the hell is he here?
You grab onto his shirt mid-sprint to see what the hell's going on here. He doesn't even fight back as you hold him by the scruff of his neck.
He blinks at you with his soft, doe-like green eyes. "Hello!!! You're new here, right? Nice to meetcha! I'm Kevin!"
"Uh huh. Where are your parents, Kevin?"
"Oh! They're working, uhh, down? I think?" He points at the floor. "They tell me to stay here if they're at work!"
"Okay, no, you're coming with me." You're not leaving this kid unsupervised. You easily carry the tiny brat with you as you search for someone else to talk to.
He doesn't resist, "Okay, mister!" The fact he's not screaming or fighting back is even more concerning.
You soon find an empty table with only one other person seated at you. You drop the kid at the table. He politely sits there without any question. You sit down right beside him before checking on who you decided to sit with.
On first blush, you can immediately tell she worked in a similar type of firm to you. Her burnt-orange suit and tie is a bit weird, sure, but you've seen tackier outfits from your coworkers. Her eyes stay firmly shut but you still have a feeling she's staring at you. She clicks her tongue, "Hidaka. Last name?"
"Cruz." You answer.
"Kid?"
"Don't know last name. He said he's Kevin." "Hi!!!" He waves at the salarywoman.
"Noted. How many days have you worked here?" Her words rapidly fly out of her mouth. Her fingernails rapidly tap against the end of the table.
