Grayther was beginning to become a little suspicious of this girl. Why would someone ruin a perfectly good microchip? All she did was turn her phone into a useless piece of plastic.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Just finished a computer repair. And what about you?"</span><br/><br/>He never got to answer her before the tram arrived at the next stop and two men in suits boarded. A alarm bell tingled in the back of his mind. Slowly and carefully leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, he shot a quick glance over at the girl. She, too, seemed to have recognized them as members of the Ragazzi Syndicate. What were they doing on the train? They couldn't know a whole lot about who he was, though his rifle might make him seem like a bigger threat than the girl. That alone wouldn't be enough of a reason for syndicate members to hunt him. So were they after the girl? Whatever it was, Grayther was fairly certain that the two men weren't just innocently passing through.<span style="font-style: italic">So what do we do? Are we casually friendly, or are we scared stiff and not saying anything to them?</span><br/><br/>Deciding he was better off not saying anything to them, he kept his head down and his hand moving very slowly towards the knife in his belt, just in case they suddenly decided to be less threatening and more murderous.