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xp_logsInterested parties interrupt Vanessa after her night half-chasing club kids.
Motels were terribly convenient places. They allowed travelers to find a bed to break up the hours of driving, albeit an often lumpy and sometimes supect bed. They gave people on a budget somewhere to stay and therefore enabled their vacation plans to go forth. They also had rather thin walls.
Thin walls were something of a disturbance to most motel occupants, but the men in rooms 213 and 217 found it rather serendipitious. Listening in on the woman in room 215 was made all the more easy. Flimsy craftsmanship certianly had its place and its advantage under certain circumstances.
They had heard her come back thirty minutes ago. She had called someone, presumably her client. Now she was in the shower.
“We’ll enter in two minutes,” a man said to his colleague in the other room over the phone. “Entry needs to be silent. Did you get the key to her room?”
“Yeah,we got it,” the colleague answered.
“Good. I want your guys watching for anyone coming and securing the room. My guys will go in and I’ll nab her from the shower.”
“You sure you’re not just in this for the view? You got a mutie fetish?”
“She carries a gun, fuckwad. She’s most likely to be unarmed in the shower. Even sleeping a gun could be hidden too easily. Blood leaves a trail we have to take time to cover.” He was noticeably irritated.
Silence followed. Numbers counted down on his wristwatch in direct opposition to his heart rate. Incursion always made his heart race. “Go.”
Several men emerged from room 217 suddenly. Two took up position at the guard rails with their weapons drawn and their eyes on the parking lot below. Two others took up posts at either side of the door while a third unlockd room 215 with the key he’d lifted from the office earlier. The three made their way into room 215 and quickly went through the place to secure it without much more sound than the soft footsteps on the ratty carpet.
“Clear.”
Four guys came out of 213 and hastily made their way into 215. The leaders of the two squads exchanged brief nods before the second squad made their way to the bathroom. The door was already partly open. They pushed it inward and stopped when it made a creaking sound.
Thinking the sound was odd, Vanessa wiped the shampoo from her eyes and pulled the shower curtain back enough to peer out into the bathroom. What she found were two guys dressed all in black with assault rifles staring in her direction. She reached for her handgun on the back of the toilet but one of them got there first and grabbed her wrist. “Who the fuck are you?”
He shrugged. “Just the delivery men.”
Before she could break the hold he had on her wrist another guy had stepped up. Vanessa tried to pivot but couldn’t do it fast enough in the slick porcealin tub. As a result the needle went into her skin before she could get out of his reach. Within moments the world was dimming and then it was black.
The blue shapeshifter began to fall as she was dragged into unconciousness but a pair of strong arms were there to catch her. “Get her dry and dressed. No one will question it if they just think she’s asleep or ill.”
The squad leader came out and found the other squad leader by the door. “Tear the place apart. Find any electronics and ditch them. She’s being taken to facility eight so anywhere in the wrong direction.”
The other squad leader nodded. “Yeah no problem.” He turned to his two guys who were inside the room with him. “You heard him, find her cell, laptop, even her fucking camera if she has one.”
Motels were terribly convenient places. They allowed travelers to find a bed to break up the hours of driving, albeit an often lumpy and sometimes supect bed. They gave people on a budget somewhere to stay and therefore enabled their vacation plans to go forth. They also had rather thin walls.
Thin walls were something of a disturbance to most motel occupants, but the men in rooms 213 and 217 found it rather serendipitious. Listening in on the woman in room 215 was made all the more easy. Flimsy craftsmanship certianly had its place and its advantage under certain circumstances.
They had heard her come back thirty minutes ago. She had called someone, presumably her client. Now she was in the shower.
“We’ll enter in two minutes,” a man said to his colleague in the other room over the phone. “Entry needs to be silent. Did you get the key to her room?”
“Yeah,we got it,” the colleague answered.
“Good. I want your guys watching for anyone coming and securing the room. My guys will go in and I’ll nab her from the shower.”
“You sure you’re not just in this for the view? You got a mutie fetish?”
“She carries a gun, fuckwad. She’s most likely to be unarmed in the shower. Even sleeping a gun could be hidden too easily. Blood leaves a trail we have to take time to cover.” He was noticeably irritated.
Silence followed. Numbers counted down on his wristwatch in direct opposition to his heart rate. Incursion always made his heart race. “Go.”
Several men emerged from room 217 suddenly. Two took up position at the guard rails with their weapons drawn and their eyes on the parking lot below. Two others took up posts at either side of the door while a third unlockd room 215 with the key he’d lifted from the office earlier. The three made their way into room 215 and quickly went through the place to secure it without much more sound than the soft footsteps on the ratty carpet.
“Clear.”
Four guys came out of 213 and hastily made their way into 215. The leaders of the two squads exchanged brief nods before the second squad made their way to the bathroom. The door was already partly open. They pushed it inward and stopped when it made a creaking sound.
Thinking the sound was odd, Vanessa wiped the shampoo from her eyes and pulled the shower curtain back enough to peer out into the bathroom. What she found were two guys dressed all in black with assault rifles staring in her direction. She reached for her handgun on the back of the toilet but one of them got there first and grabbed her wrist. “Who the fuck are you?”
He shrugged. “Just the delivery men.”
Before she could break the hold he had on her wrist another guy had stepped up. Vanessa tried to pivot but couldn’t do it fast enough in the slick porcealin tub. As a result the needle went into her skin before she could get out of his reach. Within moments the world was dimming and then it was black.
The blue shapeshifter began to fall as she was dragged into unconciousness but a pair of strong arms were there to catch her. “Get her dry and dressed. No one will question it if they just think she’s asleep or ill.”
The squad leader came out and found the other squad leader by the door. “Tear the place apart. Find any electronics and ditch them. She’s being taken to facility eight so anywhere in the wrong direction.”
The other squad leader nodded. “Yeah no problem.” He turned to his two guys who were inside the room with him. “You heard him, find her cell, laptop, even her fucking camera if she has one.”
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