Jared leant against the wall of his IT office, twirling a photograph of a Happy Meat Farms worker which hung by a single red string. The room was dimly lit, only illuminated by the neon glows of various electronic equipment. Fortunately, Jared saw just fine in the dark. The A/C buzzed on full power. Jared fans himself with a hand, licking his lips. He was contemplating his next move. This specific worker was a tricky one at best. He found no leads whatsoever for assimilating them. "...Hm."