Bonten's Advisor

Fourty Seven

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Mikey really outdid himself this time. He booked a business class flight from Tokyo to Vienna, a five star hotel room in a refurbished building. You walked into the reception area and was taken aback by the chandelier hanging above on the crowned ceilings, drawing attention to the grand staircase lined with a rich velvet carpet.

"Hello ma'am, how can we help you today?" The receptionist inquired, standing up from her seat, bowing slightly as a welcome.

You rolled your suitcase closer to the desk. "Hi, I have a room booked under the name 'Saito'." You answered, giving her a small smile.

She typed away at her computer before turning around and grabbing a key hanging on hooks on the back wall. "This is your room, number 204. You have booked your stay for 3 weeks, so please be ready to check out on the 18th by 11am. We will send you a reminder in regards to this on the days leading up to the 18th. Enjoy your stay with Park Hyatt Hotel in Vienna."

"Thank you," You replied, walking towards the elevator.

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You closed your room door quietly, placing your suitcase behind the door. Scanning each room carefully, you checked every nook and cranny for any possible cameras and audio devices, before planting your own. After the quick scan, you began to build escape plans in your mind, for the 'just in case' moments.

It truly was a majestic room, with touches of modern and classic intertwining in all rooms. You shuffled to the bathroom, engrossed in the Victorian style bathtub. Looking out the window, it was already dusk, the sun setting the clouds alight into beautiful orange, pink and purple hues.

The bathtub was already quick to fill with warm water, yuzu scented bath bombs (that you brought from home) dying the water a light green. Staring at the full-length mirror in front of you, you carefully tore off your facial disguise mask and wig. With this mask on, no one in all of Vienna would ever know of your true face. It was a mere security precaution - one Mikey advised. With it completely off, you felt like you were finally back to yourself.

Sinking into the warm water, the tiredness from the 12 hour flight washed away.

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Waking up the next morning was hard, as you were woken up by the sun in your eyes. But it was 6pm (Tokyo time) so it really set you off on a wrong note. Speaking of notes, you remembered that Mikey had given you an address for you to head off to to find weapons for the night of the annual ball. Your ball gown was already organised before you had even left Tokyo, arranged to arrive to the hotel 2 nights before the big day.

Using your second phone to connect to the hotel Wi-Fi, you did a quick search of the address of the weapons shop. It was an underground shop where only members of recognised crime organisations have access to. This shop in Vienna was run by a small cafe owner who was directly tied to the International Criminal Organisation Committee (ICOC). The ICOC was responsible for organising the quarterly black market, as well as buying, selling and importing/exporting dangerous goods under government radar. Back home, Bonten was already affiliated with ICOC and thus had access to any international markets and stores.

Pulling out a completely new facial disguise compared to the one from yesterday, today you were a blond haired blue eyed woman in business attire, complete with a leather briefcase.

Heels on the cobblestone street is definitely not one of life's easiest things to do well, but when you finally arrived at the cafe's location, you felt a sense of pride in yourself. The sound of the bell chime rang as you pushed open the door leading to a cosy cafe, crowded with quite the decent number of customers.