Lefo looked at the hotel schematics and took out his compass. The arrow stopped at a room overlooking the streets at the far east corner.

"We'll take this one," he announced as he pressed the screen. A soft mechanical whirr sounded and a tray popped out beneath the screen with a nondescript key on it. He gingerly reached for it and stepped out of the crowded booth first.

He led the way towards the room and opened it carefully. Satisfied that his hand didn't dematerialized suddenly, he stepped in with his compass outstretched, it seemed to be pointing at the victorian looking cabinet.

"There's a gate there. It's a convenient place to make a very quick getaway if needed. Where it leads to, I have no idea. I don't fancy going through it without my suit and neither do you I should think."

He sat on a hexagonal stool by the bed and replaced his compass inside his bag. The bulge from the undelivered nutrient packs were still there, reminding Lefo painfully that he haven't made his deliveries for today yet. How he wished he had a tack service right now.

"Cubes, I forgot to make my delivery. Sector 6 colony needs this. Do you suppose we could call Wesog's guild for a quick pickup? It's safer than me delivering this alone."

His unspoken sentence would be: It's safer than me leaving you here alone. Salarishkay's death still didn't fit into all this mess. He wondered when Ruin's synchronicity will act on this matter and put everything in its right place?

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