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Garrett was settling in nicely. The rooms were top of the line, of course, everything that he would need, everything that would keep him comfortable and happy. It was a nice place to nest up for a while, away from the high octane life of international thievery and crime. Not quite a secluded island in the tropics, but it had its charms, certainly. Garrett brought the glass of whiskey to his lips again, draining the last of the contents within the crystal glass. Licking his lips he set it down on the side table near one of the couches. He eyes the clock on the nearest wall vaguely before grabbing the the full bottle from another table and bringing it over. With his glass refilled he swished the contents around a moment before taking a long sip. Where in the hell was he? Garrett liked to consider himself a patient man, one had to have patience in his former business, but as with everything there was a limit. To keeping himself calm he sat back in one of the fine chairs, reclining in it slightly with a short sigh.