[Warning: I may have gone a little overboard with Alan here in the fighting scene. Try not to mind too much.]
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(Chris's POV)
The warm breeze hit me in the face when I pushed open the doors. Shifting my hand to get a better grip on the hidden knife, I pulled a smile onto my face and stepped forward.
The man behind the counter looked exhausted as hell and didn't even look at me as I approached him. "Hello," I asked politely to get his attention.
The tiredness was evident in his voice as he yawned, "Yes, mister?"
"Me and my business partner is here on a visit." I told him, pointing to Alan behind me, "We're meeting our client here, he said he's on the third floor..." I clicked open my phone and flashed him the screen, where my chip #1 had already entered his information and filled in some fake text messages.
"At this hell of an hour?" the man mumbled, then proceeded to read through the messages carefully.
His eyes slowly widened, exhaustion creeping away and being replaced by sharp alertness.
"Mister, may I ask your name...?" He drew forward a pad of paper and gestured for me to write. I nodded and signed up a random name.
He brow furrowed when he read it. "Mr. Steve Riterson...? I don't remember Mr. Carlo putting down a request for you, sir...Maybe you can dial him and check?"
I didn't even flinch as I flipped open my contacts page and clicked on Tri's phone number. I knew he'd be waiting in case anything happens.
The dial tone barely sounded when he picked up. I put his voice on speaker for the man to hear, silently praying he would catch up on the conversation.
"Hello?" Tri's tone was polite, emotionless.
Smart guy.
"Good morning Mr. Carlo, it's Steve Riterson here. Remember our deal about your security insurance? You told me to come at—" I looked at my watch, "—four a.m. to discuss about that..." Please catch up and play along.
"Oh...yeah right." I breathed a silent sigh of relief at the words. "What, why are you not coming up here? You're very nearly late."
I threw an exasperated glance at the man behind the counter. "The security wouldn't let me in."
"Mr. Carlo? May I ask you to come down and bring them to your room?" The man cut in.
Fuck. I didn't want to do this the hard way.
"It's nearly appointment time, sirrah. I have better things to do then walking them to my room." The slightly annoyed voice of Tri came after a short pause, "They're grown men, why in the world should I come down and get them like they're kindergarten kids?"
The man hesitated, obviously debating whether to keep on interrogating us or not.
Alan sighed behind me, rolling his eyes and giving an impatient tap of his feet. "Sirrah, we're nearly late. You seem to like making Mr. Carlo angry."
Perfect.
Adding the just perfect touch of sarcasm that made the man bend.
"Alright...what's the room number please?"
"325." Alan kept the impatient hint up.
The man's Adam's Apple bobbed nervously. "Coming right up, sir..." he muttered as he furiously searched something on his computer. After a few seconds, he clicked on his mouse and nodded, gesturing to another corner of the lobby.
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Assassinated: Mellowalker New Universe
Fanfiction[Marshlan/Marshwalker/Mellowalker fanfic] --This is not a real world. Alan Walker is a young but infamous hired assassin. His name meant death to whoever the clients wanted dead. That's because he liked to act alone...that is, until he was forced to...
