I see a conversation going on, and so I decide to get more answers. "Why did you guys let Sam give us an assignment? He just joined like a few days ago."
"Well, he really needs time in the group to get used to this stuff before he can set up an assignment," I say. "But if he wanted to do one so badly, he could've at least asked me or James, since we've been around longest."
I changed into some fresh clothes, and headed out for some ice cream. As I was just across the street, I saw some of the others in the caf?. I walked inside, and went over to their table. "Hey. What's up?"
I dip my chopsticks into my ramen and swirl it around, collecting a nice bunch of noodles. I slip it into my mouth, listening intently rto the conversation. "Didn't Sam go outside today?" I turn my head, to see Sam. "Speak of the devil...!"
"They are going to fight." I whisper to James. "Two leave, only one will return..." I whisper back.
"Bet you a ?5 Raphael wins if they fight." "Deal, I have to support my little Sammy boy."