You'd enter the first class train seat section that player had got for you. Unpacking your bag of the goods you stole to protect. Stopping when you heard the doors open once more and the most recognisable voice of an old V.I.L.E friend. Crackle. Or Christopher Bang.

"Well, well, well." He'd say as he held his tazer stick in his hand. Extending it as he looked at you with a smirk.

"A blast from the past aye?" He'd say, zapping you to scramble all your gadgets. His smirk on his face as he saw your annoyance.

"Side affects of the directional EMP. So you can forget for reaching for your phone or fancy toys. They're dead." He'd say as he held his tazer stick, pointing it at you before sitting across from you.

"I would've came to tie up loose ends, but that doesn't matter anymore. As I've captured the elusive Carmen Sandiego. Or shall I say, black sheep." He'd say, smiling as if he didn't zap you.