The heavy padlock clicked shut on Unit B-17. Ace stood outside his new storage unit, the morning sun warming the metal door. He had a workspace. He had Big Mike's help, at least for a week. Now, he needed brains. He needed someone who could find opportunities, research problems, and help him plan. He needed Evelyn.
He walked the short distance back to the Nite Owl Motel. The new "Network Ping" skill hummed softly at the edge of his awareness – a comforting reward for securing his base. As he passed Room 5, a faint electronic signal blinked in his mind – probably a guest's phone. Near the office, a stronger, steady signal pulsed – Mike's computer. It was strange but useful, like having a sixth sense for nearby electronics. He focused on his own room, Room 7. No signals came from inside. Good. It was quiet.
