Mr. Nice had to hand it to her. As Geeks go she was very attractive. Most hackers were compensating for something. Social awkwardness, bad looks, whatever. They escaped to the digital world because the real one rejected them in some way. Yes, that was a generalization, but one that often proved true. Rea didn't look like the sort of girl who needed to escape from life. With looks like hers she could get whatever she wanted from it.<br/><br/>She stared back at him with a confused look on her face. She looked cute when she was confused. When he heard the attacker's footsteps draw close he changed his focus. As soon as the man was level with him he lept up, quickly slipping the wire over the man's neck and pulling it tight. The man struggled frantically but Mr. Nice held on tightly. He began to sing.<br/><br/>"I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black, its hard to dance with the devil on your back..."<br/><br/>He was almost disappointed when the man went limp. His neck had been cut by the wire and blood was soaked down his front. He let the body slip to the ground. Then he started going through the man's jacket, looking for clues as to who the attackers were.<br/><br/>Finally, he turned to Rae. "That's five in one day", he said cheerfully, "not a personal best, but still a quite satisfying day I think. We need to get off this tram. They are bound to send others. I would suggest we also find a hotel, it's likely they'll have your home booby trapped by now."