from the key rack and stabbed it down onto the book the receptionist had been practically doodling in. The tip of the blade impaled the book but not the desk. His eyes did not shift from hers. He scooted the book through his legs so that it was under him and said quietly, “Clopis, check the registry, he'll be in there if he was here.”

Clopis did as he was told, reaching under the red jacket and taking a hold of the book, waiting only for his captain to withdraw his blade before opening it properly to read, which was done promptly. The sword was neither placed back in the wall or in the woman, but instead was held directly in front of her, as deadly as an executioners'walked in and heard the shower running. Not sure if this was their man or not, he replaced the hair pin and reached into the back of his pants, pulling out a small dagger and holding it, blade backwards, prepared for anything... except a female figure. When he came to the bathroom and found it unlocked, he took a breath and threw the door open, seeing just for a moment a long shower of blond hair and a tight posterior – a feminine posterior. Letting out a screech of surprise, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, blushing furiously and crying out, “Oh! Oh! Sorry ma'am, wrong room... oh!” Embarassed, Clopis headed back out into the hall, closing the door behind him and letting out a