Radium Eyes

His primary job is also his running job, in a sense. He does what he can to get people what they need - basic information, specialists, or even something as simple as a snack from a food truck across the city. He has agents on bicycles taking care of most of the basic info-running and deliveries. Low-tech, but low-paying jobs don't qualify for much more. Sometimes he can find a good gig for people that show promise at local shows, for local bosses, or otherwise keeping the flow of capital swirling through the district. He does his best, however, to keep real shitheads from succeeding by crushing them while they're still in his power to crush - typically by ensuring they meet a bat while turning a corner, or their accounts get associated with some shady business that sends them to the slammer. No patience for villains in a world already run by them. Presently he has a small, dingy room at a long-term hotel. "It has seen better days" is a compliment, for this miserable wreck has never once been more than a roach motel. Still, it's cheap and the owner is just honest enough to make it relatively private and secure.