JUNE 16th, THURSDAY, 2018, 10:16 AM ---- "Eli." Zeke said, his voice taking on a sudden calm. His laughter with Eve died down. "I've had that TV. For a while now. It's not just a regular old TV that you can buy back." Zeke sighed, turning his back to the room full of conduits. "That TV was the same little TV that I had back in Empire City and New Marais." He continued. "A friend and I would spend long bouts of time watching old movies and drinking some beers. He charged up the batteries with his powers. They were a lot like yours." Zeke took another glass and polished it absentmindedly. Jen sighed, and finished the beer. She slid the glass away from her, over to the end of the bar. Zeke seemed more disappointed then angry. Several of the other conduits left the bar at that moment, clearly not wanting to get into the scuffle, leaving only Ford, Jen, Ellie, Grease, and Eve. "That TV was one of the few remaining things I had left of him before he died." Zeke sighed, before turning around to face them. "And you just completely shorted it out." Zeke turned back to them, his eyes hidden behind his set of shades. "I have a little something that I think I need to share with all of 'ya." Zeke reached into his pocket, and pulled out a phone. The phone wasn't exactly anything you'd find on the market. Zeke had modified the phone to his specifications. It could cut into any calls being made in the surrounding area. The police digital database was easily available, so he could get a match to someone through a couple of pictures. And most importantly, it could hack into most digital accounts, as long as it wasn't too complicated. "I have some important info about The Syndicate that you guys might like to hear." Zeke said, turning on his phone. He tapped at it for a few moments. "Though, maybe you'd like to zap this too, Eli. Hell, just zap down my place, huh? Just burn it all down." Jen rolled her eyes. That Eli guy was trouble. If he was reckless enough to just destroy a TV, then why was he even here? She took another deep swig of whatever Zeke had served her. It was heavy, that was for sure. She was already thinking of the impending hangover before her mind started to slip.