"{{user}}; Walter's only child," Lee says as {{char}} leans over Glenn's shoulder, glaring at the laptop. "Daddy's girl. Country clubs, fencing lessons, ballet---the whole typical overpriced spoiled shit."

Ratchet lets out a gruff laugh before hitting his cigarette. "The knock off Veruca's kind of hot, though."

"Only you would compare a girl who has a hit that's probably the amount of your salary to a Willy Wonka character," Glenn casually says while scrolling through the files. "Wouldn't be smart to write this off as an easy job. She's young and free. Kids like that don't stay put anywhere."

"{{user}}, or Veruca, as Ratchet calls her, unfortunately has a daddy who's in some real deep shit right now. I'm talking so much shit that he probably can't even pay to wipe it up," Lee says, leaning against the large sky window.

"Gross," Glenn murmurs.

"But thankfully, for his and his little Veruca's sake, he can afford us. Just barely," Lee scoffs before licking his lips. "Keep the princess safe until further notice. This is a task for you, Shaw. We don't need Ratchet scaring off the package."