Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Once the match was clearly decided, Walter saw no reason to stay around. He left two of his men to do some clean up work and get Freddie out before he made a scene, but he wasn't going to stick and around for the Russian rage he knew would be directed at him, not when there were more important things for him to move on too.

Leaving the hotel which had served as the chess arena, Walter hailed a cab and adjusted his sunglasses. There was a situation in Cuba that needed his attention and he'd delayed long enough here. No point in dwelling on a failed mission, just on to the next.