<span style="font-weight: bold">Ric:</span><span style="font-style: italic">Who is this person? And what did she mean by 'maybe if you tell me everything, I won't get in your way'? Could she know...</span>Ric wondered.<br/>"Yeah, who are you?" Ric repeated.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Glaive:</span>"I saw her earlier in the cafeteria. I didn't think much of it though. Don't tell her anything Ric, regardless of what she knows. She probably doesn't know too much anyways."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ric:</span><span style="font-style: italic">Moron. You just had to go and say my name didn't you. No matter she can't do too much with just a name. Besides it's my decision to let people know what's going on, not yours.</span><br/>"What do you know?" Ric asked the female stranger.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ark</span>"You're not the only one who overheard this conversation." Ark said coming from behind a corner. Secretly he never left, but stayed out of sight and eavesdropped.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ric:</span>"What the hell! Do I have a fan club or something? Why is it that everytime I'm conspiring to do something everyone want to be in on it?"