Miguel & Roxy
"Don't sell yourself short. If you're in the secret service, you're bound to have extremely useful skill sets. Gathering information, thinking on your feet, knowing how to handle yourself if things go wrong. And you can always learn things, right?" Miguel said, before eating a couple of slices of orange. "Oh, man, that's really good," he muttered, then laughed again at the question about Tyler.
"My boss... is morally bankrupt, I guess you could say?" He ate another slice of orange, and thought about his reply. "Nueva York is run by Alchemax, pretty much. All the megacities operate on a similar model, so one corporation tends to run each city. They provide everything a person would need; housing, food, security, furniture, education, everything. But a corporation's still got to turn a profit, right? So everything is about the profits. And my boss can explain everything away as long as the company's still making a profit." Like testing untried genetic manipulation on human subjects, or arranging for competitors or 'problems' to simply... vanish. Or all the usual tricks Tyler Stone got up to.