Raiden thinks quickly and flashes a smile. "Sorry, Chummer, docs said this is the room. Right?" He looks over to Whiskey.
Whiskey peers up at the room number and then nods, "Yeah, room 112B, jus' like it says there."
The guard frowns. "Well, this room is private, so there must be some mistake, I'm gonna call it in--"
Raiden interrupts, his smile fading into a businesslike demeanor, "I get it, Omae, this is your job, but this is our job too. Far as I'm concerned, we wheel this guy in and get out and on to our next client. You and your bosses can figure out whether you keep this slab in there or move him again after, null sheen here."
The guard nods, "Right, push him through for now, and I'll get the boss on the line and we'll sort it."
"Whiz," Raiden beams. "Thanks, Chummer."
Whiskey and Raiden push the gurney with Jujin into the room. They immediately note Kingston in his bed, tubed up and connected.
Raider calls it in to the team. "Heads up, we're in with the target, but we've got approximately 10 seconds before this place is an anthill that's just been jackbooted, so prep up."