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Room 504

*Important note at the end*

"Okay, well this obviously wasn't part of the plan but we need a clean-up crew in here as soon as possible" Maple declares. "Dorian, take my phone and call a clean-up crew." She says as she tosses me her phone which I catch in my left hand. "You." she points at Darcy. "Come with me" She demands as she walks towards the rusted door.

I take the phone and unlock it to find a contact labelled 'clean up'. I press the call button and hear the line start ringing.

"Hello?" A deep voice responds on the other side.

"Hello, agent Dorian requesting a clean up crew at location 587" I say.

"Okay." The deep voice responds once more.

The line clicks dead, so exit through the rusted door to find Maple. I find Maple and Darcy leaning against the black van with a file in her hand while Darcy's eyebrows are furrowed so that a line appears in between his dark eyebrows. They both look up at me simultaneously as the door clicks closed behind me. Maple closes the file and says "Well, let's get going."

The three of us pile into the spacious black van and I beg the driver to turn up the AC so I can be provided with some relief. I see the mesmerizing golden pink hues of the sun rising as we weave through the traffic of Miami.

One thing I can't wrap my head around about this city is the fucking traffic. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, there's always terrible traffic. We begin to pull into the underground parking off the hotel I've been staying at for this assignment.

We walk into the lobby and earn puzzled looks from the scattered groups of drunk girls and overeager tourists. I finally realized how strange we must look, a battered-looking girl in a dirty silk dress and shoeless, an equally battered-looking tall muscular man dressed in all black, and a perfectly fresh and coiffed looking blonde woman in a hotel lobby at 5 am.

I ignore the stares as we walk up to the front desk and Maple requests 2 rooms.

" I'm sorry Ma'am all of our rooms are booked at the moment" The receptionist says.

"Come on, we just need two rooms!" Maple exclaims.

"Ma'am I'm really sorry but we just don't have any available rooms" The receptionist repeats himself.

"Okay, fine" Maple huffs.

"So because there are no other available rooms Darcy will have to stay with you, Dorian in the room you've been in the past couple of days" Maple explains.

Oh no. Me and him in a hotel room together? This can't end well.

"Umm, okay" I responded, suddenly feeling shy. "But Maple, where are you going to stay?" I inquire.

"I'll stay with a friend" she answers.

I start to head towards the elevators and Darcy trails behind. As soon as we get into the elevator I push the button labelled 'level 5'. Wait, I need the room key. I hope to God it didn't fall out of my bra where I securely stored it. I make the nonsensical choice to stick my hand into my bra to hopefully fish out the room card. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Darcy turn to me and let out a big laugh.

"Why are you fishing around in your boobs?" He says while not taking his eyes off my chest.

"Because, I put the goddamn room key in my bra cause I have no pockets, so now I need to find it" I reluctantly explain. I push my hand into the other bra cup and feel a smooth plastic card, I bring it out, right as the elevator dings and opens onto the 5th floor.