Motion sensors started to go off as soon as he looked at his laptop that was in front of him. It was one of the very few that actually still existed. Most were neural hubs inside the minds of the rich power, or those who actually had money. It was also one of the reasons the DarkNet still existed. Frowning, he quickly shut down his laptop, disconnected it from the Lan net he had rigged for himself and pulled out his lighter. Burning the page he tossed it into the fire place and packed up his stuff. Looking around, he smiled noting that there was nothing there to incriminate himself.<br/><br/>Being as nondescript possible, he joined the community, plugging his head into the neural network. Mind going blank, he started to drool convincingly. Watching one man come into cafe, he watched him sit across him him. Turning his head towards the man, he smiled at him, and then leaned forward. Slumping against him, his hand flopping onto his own. He then smiled at the man once more and flopped back against his chair. There was just two words written on the paper, which just happened to be yellow.<em>"Don't RUN."</em><br/><br/>Suddenly the door of the establishment burst open, and a heavily Augmented man strolled into the place. Subtly, he shook his head to the investigator and then went back to drooling mess that he had been before. Ryan actually hated how the net felt in his head, but he knew how to control it for the most part. Waiting for the next one to show up, he merely just drooled, making it so the Web was seemingly running through his mind.<br/><br/>Finally the last man showed up, and the fun began.