That was indeed a possibility, Rhys thought, and an interesting one at that. He had never really heard of haunted computers before, but he supposed that even paranormal beings had to get along with the times. Still, he found the idea rather funny, despite Rainbow's serious demeanour; what was a haunted computer going to do? Spam your inbox and download all sorts of illegal pornography? It almost brought a grin to Rhys' face, but looking at Rainbow, he decided to suppress it. It would most likely irritate her to no end, and not even Rhys wanted to piss her off. Not without due reason, at least.

"Well, haunted PC or not, this does sound like trouble. For the fella who's being haunted, at least." Rhys said. It was going to be interesting to see just how they were going to exorcise a ghost from a computer, though ripping out the hard drive and smashing the thing to pieces did sound like a straightforward - and indeed, a rather obvious - solution. "I'm guessing that you've found us some work?"

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Intel?

That term caught Fletcher by surprise; he had not been expecting to hear it used in a serious manner outside of the army, and even in the army, it was rarely used to refer to the actual army intelligence branch. Thus, when he heard that they were going to meet one of Murphy's 'intel bros', the image that popped into his head was akin to a scene from a stereotypical Hollywood crime drama flick; dark alleys, a secluded room with a nondescript door, within which was an isolated man - most likely scrawny, wearing glasses and in stained clothes - who was inexplicably well-connected to the rest of the world and loaded with useful information.

Of course, that notion quickly died when they entered an Apple outlet, and it was quickly buried six feet under when he was introduced to the mountain of a man who was Muffin. A few years ago, Fletcher would have felt intimidated. Frightened, even, but two years of the army and an unspecified incident involving a knife and a dog had more or less insulated him from being cowed by appearances alone. Besides, this Muffin person was probably on good terms with Murphy, and that meant that there was nothing to worry about. Not unless Fletcher accidentally offended him, but Fletcher was quite sure that he wasn't [i]that[/i] hopeless. 

"Hello," Fletcher said with a nod. "Pleased to meet you."