Jacob blinked, deciding to inform the stranger of their goals, though not lowering his guard just yet. "There's a big hunt on. In the old, abandoned hospital right in the center of this district is a set of documents pertaining to the original Fantastic experiment. Whoever gets them and brings them back to the folks home will earn 100,000,000,000 credits. I dunno how much of an understanding on notation you retained when you became a Fantastic, but we call that 'a metric fuckton of cash'."