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GANG FILE #2 - "I don't care what it takes. I don't care who I need to send. I want Ashton dead at any cost. He already destroyed the Ranger, Scrapper Squad, and X-Company vet I sent him. I will pay $10000 for anyone who can find his head NOW!"
GANG FILE #3 - "The talk between the Companies and the Head is about to happen soon. We need to contact our allies up there to keep operations working. Send as much as you can to Z, H, V, G, and P-Company. Now. They need us as much as we need them."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] "The Head" is a slang term for the main operating government behind the City itself. While the Head may have one or two companies operating on its behalf, it is a separate entity all together.
You put down the files and stew on what you read. They were in cahoots with several alphabet companies? And they were on <span class="mu-i">good terms</span> with them for the most part? You're starting to worry if there are other corporate sponsored gangs...and if this was just one of the weakest ones you could've fought.
Food for thought. Lex inputs the password to the safe. You open it with your telekinesis in case there's any traps as you begin to scout out what loot you managed to get there.
SAFE LOOT:
>A-ENERGY BOX x3 (Liquid gold. Not literally. Very valuable as a barter item and you believe the ANOMALOUS STORE will trade you something good for it.)
>H-COMPANY BUSINESS CARD (A sign of corporate approval. Can be used to access exclusive H-Company products from shops around the City.)
>DIGITAL CAMERA (A highly valued E-Company product. Has enough charge to take up to 30 pictures.)
>BOTTLE OF HIGH QUALITY WHISKEY x7 (You're absolutely drinking this at the bar later.)
Excellent shit. You have your allies carry the stuff out the heavier stuff while you exit back out of the building. That's when you hear the <span class="mu-r">screaming.</span>
Standing above a battered and barely alive Boss is him. The burgundy red jacket with light pink swirls, now stained in blood. Light charcoal pants. Short bronze brown hair soaked in sweat. The Handler.
He is currently beating the ever-loving shit out of the Boss. An ear to ear grin stretches across his face as he continues to wail mercilessly on him
"THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET FOR NOT GOING TO THE FUNERAL!" He smashes his fist into the pulverized meat that was once the Boss' face. "THAT'S FOR STEALING MY GIRLFRIEND!" Another punch. "THAT'S FOR ALWAYS BEING A PAIN IN MY GOD DAMN ASS SINCE WE WERE KIDS!" Another punch.
"F-fuck Y-you...f-faggot. I-I-I didn't need...d-daddy's money, unlike YO-"
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR NEVER!" PUNCH. "BEING THERE!" PUNCH. "FOR OUR GOD DAMN FAMILY!" <span class="mu-r">CRACK!</span>
The Boss stops moving. Or fighting back. Or breathing.
The Handler gets up off of the body with sweat and blood clinging to him. He looks at the four of you with a wild look in his eyes. "Thanks for keeping him alive. He deserved it. Fucking cunt."
Lex is the only one to break the silence with some clapping and a smile..
