Location: Back of the Yards, New City
Established: Circa 1880s—built as administrative hub during the rise of the Union Stockyards
Access: Mostly abandoned or repurposed; scattered offices remain in use
Connected Factions: Uncle Carm’s Outfit crew (still collects), Amalgamated Meat Cutters Local 367, CPD (occasional surveillance)  

Description - Exterior

A stretch of soot-darkened brick buildings set just off Halsted, many with boarded windows or ghost signage: Morris & Co., Anglo-American Beef Trust, National Provisioners’ Union. Iron awnings still cling above side doors, and rust streaks run like dried blood from each drainage pipe.  

Description - Interior

Inside, the hallways reek of age and ammonia. Some rooms still hold yellowed ledgers, crates of taxidermied product samples, and wall-mounted bullhooks. Other suites are locked behind iron doors, their tenants long since gone—or something else. A few still function as grim offices, where union men drink rye and keep ancient dues ledgers by candlelight.  

Public Face

Just another stretch of faded industrial infrastructure. Some say it should be turned into a museum. Others say to tear it down. For now, it’s ignored—too historic to bulldoze, too rotten to save.  

What's Really Going On

Packers’ Row is a spiritual node soaked with blood memory. The Veil runs thick here, especially in the upstairs boardrooms. Spirits of foremen and strikers still argue across the void. The meatpacking barons of old carved sigils into the joists to lock their fortunes in place. Some worked too well. Now, whispered deals and phantom contracts still echo in the halls, and those who sign things here tend to pay dearly—one way or another.  

Notables

Tommy Bologna – Works for Uncle Carm and runs “collection” out of the old Bittner & Sons office
Marko Yelich – Meat Cutters Local 367 bookman; believes a safe upstairs holds the original strike pact
“Red-Eye” Maloney – CPD sergeant who swears one of the buildings rewrites his reports when he files inside
Benny the Bolt – Lives upstairs rent-free; calls the ghosts “landlords,” and pays in stories
 

Rumors & Hooks:

• If you burn old payroll slips at midnight in the Union Office fireplace, you’ll hear who really ordered the killings in the 1919 strike.
• One of the upstairs rooms is colder than a meat locker and fogs up every mirror you bring in.
• A Veil-marked contract was once signed here in blood—whoever finds it can rewrite the terms.
• There’s a sealed tunnel from Packers’ Row to the slaughterhouses. It’s still guarded. By what, no one says.
• The ghosts of scabs beaten to death walk the Row, rattling brass lunch pails.
• A disused corner office still smells like cigars. Every morning, the chair is warm.
• The Amalgamated Meat Cutters want something removed from one of the upper floors. Quietly.
• Uncle Carm has a file there he doesn’t want found. He’ll pay to have it retrieved—or destroyed.
• Someone tried to set up a Veil-based scrying circle in an old butcher’s union suite. Now no one will enter it twice.