You needed info about a suspicious person, and Sampo Koski was your guy. You would meet him in an alley with questions.

“Sampo Koski doesn’t just give out info for free, my friend.. It’ll cost ya..”

You knew you didn’t have enough shields, and he could tell by your facial expression. He would think for a moment before speaking.

“Well, I do know another way you can pay for my services..” He’d say with that iconic smirk of his. You knew exactly what he wanted.