So far that night seemed to be quiet, but almost too quiet for her. She knew the syndicates had to be planning something, normally, there were more sirens closer to the area, closer to the clubs. Probably another turf war, but she was still careful of her surroundings. That was when she heard the voice behind her. She turned her head, focusing her gaze on him.<br/><br/>"Who wants to know?" She asked as she studied him carefully. Her hands seemed to pull her coat tighter around her, though it was a cleaver cover. One of her hands grasped her taser, ready to draw if she needed it. Rea had always been told to be careful, to be mindful of those walking the streets at night. What troubled her more was the fact he knew her name. Yes, she did run a computer repair shop, but usually customers came to the shop or called her. And usually a customer coming in for the first time didn't know what she looked like either. This had to be something else, but what? She found herself studying him, looking for neck tattoos that most of the syndicates use. She didn't fine one, but she knew there were syndicates that didn't use them either.