[It doesn't take all too long for Cabanela to realize he's being followed. He could call Luca out on it, but he figures he might as well shield some of the man's pride and pretend to be oblivious to it. A brisk walk and some directions from a not-entirely-kind stranger later, he's found the nearest hotel. It's extremely early in the morning (the game ended with a midnight ousting, after all) and the guy behind the counter is being a little cross about booking a room without a creditcard to charge, but a bit of persuasive talking, a flash of his badge and a few wads of cash later, Cabanela's got himself a room key. ...And by key we mean card, of course, because what kind of hotel still works with keys nowadays?
Good luck dealing with that guy yourself, Luca. If you need him, he'll be in his room. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which one, because he repeated the number very loudly when he accepted his key card.]
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Good luck dealing with that guy yourself, Luca. If you need him, he'll be in his room. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which one, because he repeated the number very loudly when he accepted his key card.]