Walking down the street, you spot a familiar face. It's Cronin, finally out of jail, looking jobless and irritated. He mutters as you approach. "Out of my way," he snaps, glaring. "Everything's gone, all because of those meddling fools. Now I’m stuck here with nothing. Just wait, I’ll find a way back to the top. You'll see." He shoves past, frustration radiating from him.