espionage [h.s.]

THIRTY ONE

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ROCHELLE

Somehow, Harry and I manage to flee from the airport without detection. We flag down one of the first taxis we see and Harry orders the driver to just keep driving while we try to figure out what to do next. As expected, our opinions on that clash, and soon enough yet another argument is erupting between us in the back seats of the car.

Seeing as our job is completed, I propose driving to another airport in Moscow and flying back to the institute, which is partly because we have no other reason to stay here in Russia, but mostly because I don't think I can handle this awkward tension between Harry and I for much longer. Obviously he disagrees with me, stating that we should stay somewhere for at least one night to keep a low profile, especially because most of the airports will probably be on high alert after our earlier antics. We eventually agree on Harry's idea after about ten minutes of bickering and then we return to dead silence, the anger and hostility between us restored once again.

By the time the taxi is pulling into a rundown motel just off the freeway, we've gone hours without even uttering a single word to one another. Our silence continues as we climb out of the car and head to reception to check in, quiet grunts escaping me as I actually struggle to carry my bag this time. Harry just walks ahead of me, not even offering to help, although I'd probably just tell him to fuck off if he did anyway. I don't even look in his direction as he books us two separate rooms for the night, snatching my key from his hand when he holds it out to me and then quickly heading off to my room so I can finally be alone.

The room doesn't offer much respite due to the overall foul state of it, my nose scrunching up in disgust as I'm immediately hit with the strong scent of mothballs mixed with tobacco. The walls are painted a pale, sickly green colour with matching green and yellow checked bedding, all of the wood furnishings an ancient-looking dark oak. As I scan the room, I notice a wooden chair that looks like it's about to break any minute placed beneath the window, a stain on the curtains that looks very similar to blood, and I even find a bullet hole in the wall that the owners haven't even bothered to hide.

After hesitantly placing my bag down on the end of the bed, I venture into the bathroom, discovering a crack in the mirror above the sink, a half used bar of soap, and a dirty yellow shower curtain littered with holes that after some inspection, I conclude have probably been burned in with cigarette butts. Seems like I'm definitely not having a shower tonight then.

I walk back into the main room with a deep sigh, wondering why on earth I ever agreed to Harry's stupid plan of staying in a motel for the night. Not that I have anything against motels, in fact I've stayed in quite a few in my time, but they were a lot more clean and a whole lot less creepy than this one. Deciding to get over it for now, I begin to contemplate whether to get changed or get some food first, however my contemplation is cut short when the door of my room is suddenly thrown open. My hand immediately reaches down for the gun I had stashed in my waistband after we left the airport, only to be met with a familiar pair of green eyes blinking back at me a few seconds later.