You decide to ignore the two maniacs dressed in red, and instead lift up a final load of dirt. You climb out of the rather shallow grave and head over to Ronin's corpse. Grabbing it by the wrists, you drag it over and down in the grave. Looking down at the collector, you wonder what happens in that distant hotel that requires a mercenary. After a minute of thinking and pondering you shake your head and say good riddance, then start to shovel dirt over the body.