A meager file blows to your edge of the table. its cover is torn, probably due to misuse.

“Just another low level lackey finding themselves working for the wrong side of history.” The voice quickly skims the pages, not even caring to look through them as they simply close the file with a sigh. “Oh why bother. We’ve all heard this story before. Parasites in the progress of society! Who could’ve guessed! They’re a wanted criminal in a mafia. After all the hard work we have done as a culture, this is what we have been repayed. You want to help others and work for your fortune? Ha! No! Terrible things happen regardless of your wishes!” They sigh and close the file before finally calming down. “Whatever, just go hunt them down. It’s free money, and you’ll be doing a good service.”