Room 25

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The car began to turn into a motel parking lot. The buildings looked derelict and lined three sides of the parking lot located in the center. Vending machines and Wheelie bins dotted the paths under the second-floor balconies, the occasional support pole covering them slightly. The man got out and opened Chris's door. He then undid the cuffs and seat belt and stepped back. "Out." Chris followed his instruction. "Hands on the car," Chris observed her surroundings as the man redid the cuffs before gathering her bag and some other bits and bobs from the car. She suddenly felt him grab her arm as he pulled her to the reception.

The reception had a completely different atmosphere from the outside. Fresh potted and hanging plants lined the inside, complimenting the warm beige walls with subtle red skirting boards. The wooden floor was immaculate and shone with fresh polish. A semi-circle desk was located against the furthest wall, a wooden shelf of keys alongside various posters and papers pinned to a corkboard decorated the wall behind it. The man went up to the lady sitting behind it.

"Hello there, young man. What can I do for you today?" She smiled sweetly. She seemed a kind old lady. Her hair was slightly grey with hints of brown perfectly blending in and tied back into a messy bun. She wore a long white blouse covered with a woolen grey shawl and tucked loosely into a long grey skirt. The man presented a badge. "Agent Gunter McDonald, CIA. I apologize for the disturbance, but I would like to request access to your largest available room for me and this detainee." He gestured to Chris. "I understand if you do not wish to offer your services; however, know that by cooperating with me, you will receive suitable compensation. Please be aware that I will be unable to guarantee your complete safety should you choose to cooperate." The lady stood, stunned. "I see; this is definitely something new for me." Gunter continued. "I again apologize for this inconvenience." The lady shook her head. "Not at all; I understand you're protecting our country. I hope to help where I can." The lady went over to the wall of keys and grabbed the one labeled 'room 25', handing them to Gunter. "Room 25, dear, stay as long as you need. We do provide breakfast but not lunch or dinner. Self-catering facilities can be found in your room." Gunter smiled. "Thank you miss, I am most grateful." He then turned to Chris. "Right, let's go."

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"Think this is the right room." Gunter fumbled with the key, struggling to unlock the door. Chris snickered, making Gunter scowl at her. He then eventually got the door unlocked and pushed Chris into the room before following suit. Upon entering the room, Gunter locked the door and turned on the light. Chris gasped, then snickered again. "4 star, huh? See, this is why you check the comments."