Rochester Inn

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Clif caught little of the conversation, his attention was focused on a small device in his jacket pocket giving him a small but recurring electrical shock. "Who..." Clif trailed off. His mutterings completely drowned out by the conversation between the two Junkers. With a quick look around, he carefully opened the pocket and grabbed the device as well as a cigarette that he kept there. He dropped the device into his lap so that he could read the LCD discretely and lit up the cigarette. With no one the wiser, Clif learned why the notification was so urgent. He rubbed his chest where the electrode had burnt his skin. Someone high up was calling him to Montezuma.

Shaking his head, Clif turned to say his goodbyes to Katarn, but saw nothing of the man. "Winston! One for the road. This Rogue needs to jet." The old bartender glared at the Rogue with disgust and threw a can at him. Clif managed to soften the blow with a free hand and laughed as it him him in the side. He stooped to grab the can and put his mouth to one of the many holes now gushing beer and polished off the contents. "Now that hit the spot," Clif grinned and tossed a credit chit to Winston as he walked to his ship. "I wonder what they need of me this time..."