Grease arrived at his apartment, swinging open the door, before going limp, and crashing down on his couch. The power that ran through his blood was amazing, and rather easily refilled, but he still felt like he had just run a marathon. Wearing leg weights. That said, it wasn't surprising for him to be tired. However, he managed to keeping himself awake, as there was business at hand. Downing a half-empty (half-full?) can of Red Bull, before looking down at his laptop, back at the names. He had a feeling that they would be dead-ends. Two rules. Never go on blind dates, and never trust anonymous sources. 

But that certainly didn't mean that Grease was about to give up on chasing the Syndicate any time soon. He sighed, trying to think of something. He knew one thing- he needed help. But most people wouldn't be willing. Even if they weren't scared off by the Syndicate, there was always the fact that most goody-two-shoes wouldn't deign to do the dirty business, ripping life from those pathetic mongrels who dared spread such destruction and bloodshed.

 No, he couldn't get just anyone. He needed someone with vengeance to seek, and no remorse. What he needed was a psychopath, and he knew just where to get one. Not surprisingly, most conduits he knew weren't very sane. Nothing medical, but mere power lust. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too hard to find at least a couple of conduits willing to help, after all, the Syndicate was coming for them all, inFamous or not. 

Groaning, he got up, and headed out to the one place he could find conduits willing to help him. 'The Cinder'. Not exactly a long trip, or a difficult one, Grease arrived in a matter of minutes, staggering in, breathing heavily, still not quite all recovered. As he entered the pub, he took a brief look around. No one in particular stood out- Well, that was a lie. Almost everyone stood out, and in the mess of unique people, a certain pattern blurred them all together. Grease sat at the bar, not paying much attention to anyone around, ordering a beer. He drowned the bottle in one large swig, and looked around, for anyone who he thought to be useful.