I got the next menu ping for the quest. I asked "So what happens now!?" Mouse looked at me. "We served our purpose. We will go back to normal routines as fixers. The coordinates will be given to the best PEP units. I am guessing designation numbers under 2999. From there, the fastest, strongest and the ones with the best systems and skill proficiency will go on to complete the next stage." Our quest was complete now. That did not help with the curiosity. We all climbed in the van as we were done with them. There was not a single bit of care for what would happen to them. They served their purpose. We took the van back to the home of Hunter. I wanted to talk to them before going back to town. When I got there, there were a bunch of big, black special agent vehicles surrounding the home. "Hunter Diploti! Come out with your hands up. We have you surrounded." the main agent said with a megaphone. I did not want to risk them attacking us. It would not take much to expose the clan as PEP units. We were going to have to let him get captured. I took us all back to Dwan town.
Since I solved the questline, things were going to move forward. It might be something that others would have to replicate, or there might be some cooldown before the next major event. Regardless, when we got to the music studio the others cheered for us. They must have gotten the news from the transmission hub. For the next few days, we went about our daily businesses. I was wandering the streets when I saw some of the Phobia syndicate members. I decided to follow them all. They went to the local scrappers and gave them some better gear. It seemed that a big deal of grief was going to be coming on. As a human, I was going to be fine either way. I turned and was walking back down the street when one of them called out to me. Because of the negative opinion, they were very aggressive. They got in my face and insulted me. All I could do was back down if I did not want a fight. Thankfully, doing so gave a small positive buff to opinion. You did not have to fight everything in your path. That was when we heard a yell. We rushed to see what was going on. It was very serious.
A child was being chased by a PEP unit on the street. We intercepted the child to keep them both apart. Betraying the PEP units was not a bridge I wanted to cross, but I was still human. I was not going to let one kill a kid in front of me. "What the hell are you doing chasing a kid around for!?" one of them said. "Yeah, asshole! Keep on walking!" another added. The third just rolled up their sleeves for a fight. The PEP unit looked from them to the kid and then over to me. He obviously wanted me to do something. I just shrugged. How the hell was I supposed to do that? "I think you need to back off. I'll walk with you." I said. I turned to the syndicate members. "You get the kid to the police station so they can sort this out." I told them. Reluctantly, they agreed. "You didn't have to tell us to do that. We were going to do that already, fucking dumbass!" one spat. I looked at the PEP unit and said "Come with me!" He looked from me to the kid and back several times. I wrapped my arms around his waist and marched him off. When we got to the end of the block and turned the corner, I stopped.
