Out on the bench across the street from the cafe in which the foreign visitors had come to visit, the boy from before, Tristram, was still sitting. The art pad he'd been drawing in was now closed, his hand on top of it while holding the small zippered bag that contained his drawing utensils. Even after he'd finished his sketch of the shop, the three still hadn't come back out, despite seeing a few others who had gone in before them come out. Did it normally take this long for foreigners to be at a coffee shop? Maybe it was one of those differences that they had.<br/><br/>He was just about to get up and leave when the door opened for the fifth time while he'd been there, and much to his surprise, the three visitors were finally making their exit. Though the way they came out of the shop was rather ragged, since first came the loud mouth male, and then after that was the woman in the kimono, and the older male who seemed to be more professional in style and personality. He couldn't help but wonder what their business was here.<br/><br/>Tristram noticed however they exited with something they had not entered with, making him tilt his head. A laptop was now in their possession, being held by the businessman. This sure was odd... He could feel something was up, just as he knew that something was wrong deeper within the government...though of course' no one believed him. So why would anyone believe him now when he was more than certain these three were up to something? He'd just have to deal with this himself; though to be honest...this really was NOT his sort of thing to do. He'd rather avoid conflict as much as possible, but how else was he supposed to get his point across?<br/><br/>Reaching for his messenger bag, he places his art supplies in the main pocket, before slipping the handle over his shoulder. Secondly, he reaches up and puts the longer bits of his hair into a ponytail, using the black hair tie that was around his wrist. Of course, his bangs stay down, falling slightly over his eyes, and a few strands framed his cheeks and jawbone.<br/><br/>Slipping after the one male since it seemed the group of three was splitting up; for the time being, not wanting to go after two at the same time. Tristram made sure to keep some space between them as he trailed the guy, wondering what he was up to. Right now it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary, and it seemed to him that the guy was just going around to places in order to amuse himself. That still didn't shake off the feeling that Tristram got that these people were no ordinary visitors. Just as he knew that ALL visitors had a purpose when coming to Academy City, either good or bad, everyone had a meaning for visiting. Tristram just wanted to find out what these people's reasons were, and if they were of moral value or not.<br/><br/>On the other hand, opposite the direction that Tristram was, Glyph was walking along the sidewalk. Passing two people by, he glances sideways at them, a grin growing upon his lips as he realized who they were. They, of course, wouldn't know who he was since he was completely different in appearance at the time. A chuckle escapes from within, and he continues on his way, putting more space between them as he makes his way to a burger joint that he knew was nearby, and not all that expensive either.