<strong>-- Desmond - 113 Plaza Street - Around Midnight --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Agreed."  The hacker turned to the Johnson and flicked the chip upwards, then snatched it in mid-air and pocked it in a single fluid motion.  "If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave of you.  Your faith in me will not go unrewarded, I assure you."<br/><br/>He turned on his heel and headed back for the door, motioning for Coyote to do the same.  Presumably he assumed the rest of them would follow suit, or perhaps he was simply more interested in getting the attention of the one with the<em>money.</em>