Max let himself into his room and locked the door. He reached inside his shirt pocket and put a small item on the dresser. The item was like a small ball with a few small switches on it, and lettering that seemed very archaic.
He went to the window and glanced around before he pulled the curtains shut. There was no one in the parking lot.
He poured himself a drink and then sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at the item. He took a long sip and then picked up his cellphone and dialed a number.
"It's me," he said. "I have it."
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