All the gangs were nothing more than a means to an end in Riley Conners eyes, and the Wire was no exception. Despite the war bubbling up across the city, and the dead starting to pile up on the streets as well, the cop saw it all through the filter of basic economics 101. Basic supply and demand. Everyone needed something; be it the superficial wants and cravings, the need for security and validation, or to belong to a family. Those needs were at the core of everyone, and the corrupt cop had long since learned the value in capitalizing on those desires. Sure the criminal organizations were already doing the same thing, providing drugs, flesh, or a sense of belonging to those who needed it. Still instead of trying to take over and seize a monopoly on any one market Conners had figured the smartest play was to dabble in everything....all while walking that so fragile tight rope, and avoiding stepping on any toes too.
To the Cybermen he supplied hardware like guns and cybernetics. To the SSR it was cars or the paperwork to ensure their cars wouldn't be flagged as stolen. Camelot had been a tad trickier but in the end basic goods had been his in; offering over food, meds, credits, and quality of life types of goods as well. The CoD got the drugs that the cop confiscated during his day job, and the Wire...well for the high tech gang it was the datachips, ICD's, and stolen ids/bank account details that Riley had salvaged from the dead. All of those needs and wants, all that supply and demand, built off the dead. The never ending pile of corpses that the cop either killed himself, or that he had been contracted to cleanup for one of the gangs. The circle of life was dark to be sure, and at the center of it all was the man with the blood stained badge.
When the sun had set he was already on the job; handling a handful of contracts, cleaning up a few crime scenes to wipe away all trace of evidence before it could ever be linked back to the gangs too. After picking clean the dead, and disposing of the leftover remains, Digger made the rounds once more. Finishing up his drop offs in the heart of the other zones, until only one stop remained. Dealing with the Wire had always been easy enough. The cop didn't give a shit that the Five wanted to hide behind human proxies at all. As long as the man got paid that was all that mattered. So as he strolled into the cybercafe, casually dressed but with his firearm on his hip holster beside his badge fixed to his belt, Dig spotted his contact and paused to inspect the young woman carefully.
Oh there was no fear of this being a trap, no worry that he was being setup at all. Still he was a cautious man by trade, so when she flashed him a smile and offered up a scone, the cop ignored the offer completely and instead just shifted closer to quickly pat her down. When no weapon was felt he finally relaxed a tad, and Conners shook his head at last as he fished out a small case that contained the datachips taken from the dead. "I'm not here for tea and scones. Just the credits and that intel I had requested for payment."