Their face masks are stuffed to the brim with scented candle wax and long since wilted flowers. A poor attempt to keep the horrid smell of the District away from them. They narrow their eyes when you approach them.
"Excuse us, sirs." Quentin steps forward. He points a thin finger at the picture you have in your hands. "Do you happen to recognize this man in a jacket? We are attempting to find him."
The taller of the two workers lets out an exhausted sigh. "Don't you have. The same jacket? You should know. Where." His speaking is slow, half finished. He's barely there. The shorter one narrows his eyes at the picture and the four of you.
"You aints ones of thems, rights?" He hisses with obvious strain in his voice. "I can tells. Ya aints like thems." He keeps slurring his words with so many "s"s.
"It seems. So. I know how. It is." The taller one groans in agony. "Young lady. One. Two. And Three. I know. Where his type may. Be?"
"Well? Go on." Lex taps his foot. "We don't got all day."
"Yeah, yeahs. I recognize the jacketed guy. He keeps going to this dell I eats at. Latelys, he's beens sending some young punk with a similar jacket in his stead instead, since his head-"
"Please shut the fuck up and finish the story, please." Ashley snaps at him, clearly impatient with what's going on. The smaller one shrugs with indifference.
"Down the street. Take two lefts and a right. It's LambLambBamBam. Big building with yellows and pinks and other girly colors. Owner said it's because of his daughter. Weird but the meat's good."
Good. You have a solid lead now. The four of you quickly head down the street according to his instructions. Luckily, most people are giving you a lot of distance, so passing by them isn't a real issue here. Soon enough, you stumble upon the building you think the main was describing.
https://youtu.be/2wEpcwDefkQ - LambLambBamBam
In a sea of grey and brutalist buildings, a small deli with a buncha bright and flashy colors stands out like a sore thumb. A horde of cardboard cutouts of cartoonish anthropomorphic sheeps in deli worker outfits stand at the front of the building. Various goofy posters offering deals like "SUGARED HAMS", "PICKLED CHICKEN EYES", and "HARVESTER APPROVED SPECIALS" line the windows; You can't make out much of the actual building from here.
"Can we go back to killing people." Lex blankly states. "I don't want to be anywhere near here."
"This is...something?" Ashley is bemused. "Harvesters, huh? Working in a deli? Fitting, I guess?"
"..." Quentin pouts. "This is an insult to all known marketing and professionalism standards. I would like a word with the owner. Preferably with a weapon."
"No, wait, we can do something here. The gang boss supposedly sends a trusted lackey here." You snap your fingers. "We can do something with that. Lemme think."
The others wait for your plan. What do you suggest to your three expecting allies? You got a decent amount of options here...