Dallen knew Alejandro's type.  Even if he were to let him go and tell him to leave and never return, he knew he'd come back.  Pity, because that would taint Dallen's reputation, as well as make him a target.  There was only one solution.

[color=red][i] Blam![/i] [/color]

Normally Dallen wouldn't even waste the bullet, and would instead use his knife, however he didn't feel like Alejandro needed to feel any more pain than he already had.  After all, unless he was lying the whole time, he did give him some much needed information.  If he was telling the truth, in which Dallen believed he was for the most part at least, then pursuing the Donna was unnecessary and all he had to do was find this Breckinridge guy.  Still, he had to see out whatever the Donna had planned.

Picking up Alejandro's stetson and his backpack full of chems, Dallen made his way back to the Shark Club.

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A few moments later...[/i]

Dallen was allowed back through the casino and up the elevator, this time keeping all of his belongings.  He dropped the stetson on Donna Regina's desk, taking it upon himself to have a seat.

[color=steelblue] "Where were we?" [/color]he asked.