He distributes his weapons about his person, and thrusts a heavy pistol into 
the holster built into the lining of the studded jacket. It’s time to get down
to biz, find his contact and make some nuyen, and that means going it alone. He 
throws a last look at the female sprawled on the bed, then steps through the door, down the hall and into the night. Down 
in the alley, his Harley chopper is waiting.