Pete Musling's Questionnaire

I live in a run down disgusting apartment in the middle of Orlando. Its dark, disgusting, dank and the lights haven't turned on in months. I use the light of an old UV lamp to look around my apartment. The place has good water, but it might be a little too good if you asked the leaky roofs. The other tenants in my building are down on their luck, almost being forced out on the streets. My neighbor Loretta, a little old lady, is the only neighbor I can have a conversation with, she's one of the only people I've met who can stand the smell.The only thing that separates me from the other tenants in my building, other than being poor, is the fact that my place isn't infested with roaches.

Next to my building is this little suburban sprawl. My old area of expertise. I remember cleaning up homes here for FREE sometimes. Just to get in there good graces with some nuclear families. It was nice while it lasted. I think it would kill me to leave now.

I get my money mainly from the occasional job I can snatch away from Reti. Usually through skulking in the undergrowth near neighborhoods. Looking for tells in the animals that tells me they're... different. Then I simply wait until some Reti guys show up, with their shitty sprayers and their barely acceptable PPE, then I just move a couple things around y'know. Exchange some chemicals that were working fine yesterday with some that seem to be older than they oughta. Maybe throw in a couple of my own rats ones that don't follow that fucking thing in their basement. If I'm not spending the money on the job I'm only really spending it on essentials.

My ambition is to kill Reticorp. The whole damn thing should be in the ground. I know what they're really doing, theres a reason mom and pop pest control services are closing down and I'm gonna goddam prove it. I would do anything to take down Reti. They're the ones who took everything from me, my livelihood, my family, my fucking house. Anything. Anything to kill those monsters.