Quoted By:
"Sadly, guess he doesn't agree with what I'm doing. I mean, pa is fine with it! Why should HE be angry if Pa is fine with it? Oh well. He's going through his own phase with that jacket thing."
Weird name for the file given the second half of it but you keep looking. "Delete later. Please." Weirdly ominous. You open this file.
"3/01/2235. Is it wrong to have some FUCKING FUN when you have what I have? Am I supposed to fucking sit around all day with the fuck ton of money I got? Lest I get accepted into a Corp, I have a lot of free time to kill. It's fun, god damnit! YOU START A FUCKING GANG, I GET THIS CLEANER JOB! WE'RE BOTH WASTING OUR ACTUAL POTENTIAL BUT IT'S BETTER THAN SITTING AROUND AND ROTTING!"
You check the next file, "practice speech".
"3/15/2254. Okay, look, I'm sorry. I really am. I know we haven't talked in a long while but I really do want to talk to you. Can you at least NOT hate me for long enough so we can try figuring things out? That'll be nice. I want to talk to you again."
Next file, "results".
"3/16/2254. That didn't work. Apparently, when your gang is big enough to be considered a proper Syndicate, you don't LISTEN TO ANYONE ANYMORE! Ripping off my arms and legs put a massive fucking dent in my wallet. Thank god for having favors with E and Z-Corp. I need to find a better solution with this new problem."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] A Syndicate is a label assigned to any powerful criminal group who has made a name for themselves in the City. It's a blanket term that isn't too specific.
Next file, "Newest Dead weight"
"11/20/2255. Got this new girl named 'Nicole'. Showed aptitude for magical powers. Keeps screaming about feds. Looks and smells weird. Look, I missed actually getting my hands dirty with these tasks. Now I have to hire random schizos off the streets? The other Handlers keep making fun of me because their hires are better. ONE IS A FUCKING CYBORG! A COOL CYBORG! I GET STUCK WITH HER?!"
Well, that's fucking rude. The last file you read is "Situation worsens."
"11/21/2255. He's at it again. I didn't even want to talk to this ugly son of a bitch but he forced his way into my house. He told me if I didn't let his group in District 8 take over my house there, he would make an 'example' out of me. I told him to bite it. He clearly didn't like that. At least the dead weight's first job wasn't a fuck up."
Interesting. Seems like whatever caused this feud has gone on for a few decades at least. It's weird how he didn't tell you this when he was hiring you for the mission. Wait, no, he probably just didn't think it was relevant. <span class="mu-b">It might be useful to throw off whoever this checkered jacket is.</span> Given how he's talked about, he might be a high ranking member?
Without anything else to find here, you exit out of the office and head back to the living room. Before you fully step into it, you stop. A sickening noise of cracking bone and wet flesh echoes from where you last saw Quentin...