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Patch nods at the decker's words, nods to the 'Princess' and walks toward the back door. Sliding out is always easier than coming in, and having more than one way out of a room is important. Carrying a briefcase in one hand, Patch's other hand carries the gun inside his coat, just in case. Scanning rooftops and the alley for eyes before moving toward his car, Patch is completely soaked by the time he keys open the door and sits in his Americar.
"Well, fun."
Sitting there, he takes a second look at the information Fussy provided. Pulling his datapad out of his coat pocket, Patch smiles to himself. The idea that he was rabidly anti-tech always worked to his advantage, so he tried to play it up as much as possible. Thumbing the device on, he dials up his decker contact. Not getting an answer, he leaves a short video message, asking the kid to look up this chicka, see if he could find out who she was, and what she did that pissed someone off this bad. Hanging up, he finds himself with some time on his hands...
Time to go make sure this motel was really secure...