Hello, Chloe. It's been a minute.

I couldn't help but notice your little transmission about liberating Synth Foods workers from their wrongful employment status. Naturally, the money looked plenty good, so I dove right in, and tore the Milwaukee to shreds. I warned the girls to get to their pods before delivering the deathblow, and presto. Now they're here with me in Curacao, awaiting your pickup. If you need any additional information, feel free to ask me whatever you want off the net.

Ending up on a company's blacklist isn't easy for me. I'd like a little extra for my work.