I Promise (Septiplier Story)

15 - The Blade

The cab driver seemed to be taking the long way around to the Hilton, because Mark was sure it didn't take this long to get there by foot, but eventually they pulled up in front of the ritzy hotel. When he asked what the ride cost, the driver told him it was already paid for by his friend. Mark made a mental note to do some serious payback for Bob. He really went above and beyond with everything he's done. Mark still gave the guy a $20 as a tip and thanked him for his time. A doorman had already retrieved their bags and had them on a cart when they exited the car. When they made their way up to the front desk, a perky young woman, with brown, straight hair, that came down to her chin, was smiling brightly at them.

"You must be our new VIP guests," she said cheerfully.

"Yeah, I'm ..." Mark started to say, but was cut off when Shasha, as indicated by her name tag, waved him off.

"We know who you are Mr. Fischbach, Mr. McLoughlin," she said politely to both of them. "You'll be in VIP room Carter," she said getting down to business and handed them both gold key cards with Hilton printed on the front. "It's on the top floor. You'll also find we have security guards stationed at both the elevator and the stairwells should you need any assistance. The mini bar is free to use, and we simply ask that you please refrain from having any loud parties, as we have many guests with us today," she explained, smiling the entire time.

"That won't be a problem," Jack said.

"We'll be as quiet as mice," Mark said.

"Wonderful, Philip will take your things up for you, and we hope you enjoy your stay. Thank you for staying with Hilton," she said with a small wave.

They waved back and walked with Philip, the bellhop, who was pushing the luggage cart, to the elevator. Philip pressed the 7th floor button and soon the doors were closed. When they opened again, they were greeted by a large man wearing a black uniform and a gold badge. His tag said Crook, which Jack found ironic and he was standing right in their way of getting out.

"Hello Christian, this is Mr. Fischbach and Mr. McLoughlin, they're be our VIP guest for the evening," Philip said stepping forward.

Crook, simply nodded and stepped aside letting them out of the elevator.

"Nice to meet you Christian," Mark said shaking the man's hand, followed by Jack, who was floored by how much of a grasp the large man had.

"Bret Smith is the other guard by the stairwell, in case you need anything," Crook said. They both thanked him and went to meet up with Philip who was standing at their room.

The entrance was a oak colored wooden double door, with a silver metal device on either side of each handle. Mark used his card and a small green light flashed before they heard a clicking noise allowing them entrance. Mark turned the handle and opened the door to the most exquisite room either of them had ever seen.

They stepped into a living room, furnished with two couches, two chairs, a coffee table, and a bookshelf. A TV was mounted to a wall, and there were many items used for decorations, such as vases with flowers, knick-knacks, statues, and paintings. Walking further into the suite, they found it also had a small kitchen, complete with normal size refrigerator, a small stove, a sink, microwave and a dishwasher. There were counters for prepping food, and a island bar where there were two stools for seating. There was a door off to one side, which Jack figured was probably a bathroom, and another to indicate a closet. There was another set of double doors off past the kitchen, which must be the bedroom. Behind the couch, and across from the main door, was a sliding glass door, that lead out to a balcony, and a jacuzzi. Philip walked past with some bags and placed them into the bedroom, past the other set of double doors.