Chase parked the Hummer just out of sight of the watchers. He got out, leaving the credstick inserted and the vehicle running. It was worth the risk. Pulling his Colt Manhunter from its shoulder holster, he began to walk back toward the hotel. The silencer, normally kept safe in its own little sheath on the holster, snapped cleanly onto the barrel of the weapon. He felt the gun's growing warmth as status messages flashed across his eye. It was ready. As he rounded the corner, he kept the weapon tight against his side, where it was buried in the folds of his coat. There was still a chance the two watchers weren't connected to him at all, but Chase doubted it. This was a situation he should have expected, been prepared for.