Marco nodded his assent to Colin. The guy was right. Even if these people destroyed his shop, well...The thing was going out of business anyways. He hadn't made a cent off of it since he started. He went over to the door, and flipped the sign to closed. 

[color=00a651]"Here's my number."[/color] He said, writing it down on a piece of paper. "We'll discuss business later. Where nobody can hear us." He said, a little louder. [color=00a651]"I'm going to go. I'll see you guys later."[/color] The bell chimed, as he left through the backdoor. There was a VR arcade not far off. He wanted to mull his decision over there. He had his suspicions that he'd either signed his own death warrant, or made the best decision of his life. Maybe both.