With a last glance to the busy room behind him, Sam ducked into the room. The wall just inside the door was covered in little metal lockers. Upon closer inspection, he saw the names placed neatly near the tops of the doors.
His was just next to the door on the top row. He flipped it open. For a moment he thought it was empty. Just to be sure, he felt around inside and immediately his hand fell on a small metal object. He snatched it up and started examining it. Unfortunately the poor lighting made it difficult to make out at first, but ad he ran his hand over it, a screen lit up. He must have hit a button or something with his fingers. It wasn't very bright, but it was enough to make out the text.
It looked like a pretty basic, old style PDA OS. It called to mind his module he'd made, which lead him to an alarming realization: the chip was gone. He gripped at his shirt, hoping he'd feel it hanging under his shirt, but there was no sensation of a chain or chip. He tried to mask the dread he felt with a faint hope that it had been left behind when he'd been grabbed, no matter how unlikely that seemed.
After a moment to cool down, he returned to the present problem and the unfamiliar PDA. At the top of the screen, he noted his name, which was strange to say the least. It wouldn't have come as a surprise to learn that everyone had one.