Ten stories of top-of-the-top-of-the line security, and somehow those psychotic Robin Hood wannabes had still managed to get into the building. Joey desperately wanted to beat the crap out of the girl's father, who had promised that the building was completely secure. A man whose only daughter was being targeted by deranged killers had zero excuse for such useless security, especially when he was one of those one percent types. At this point, Joey was her only chance, which sucked for him since she annoyed the hell out of him. Putting aside his frustration, he made a last review of the situation.

The luxury suite where the dumbass had "hidden" his daughter was basically a fully functioning household (aristocratic excess for the win), complete with a small "guest room" - his room while he was guarding her. Setting aside the fact that anyone whose hotel room had its own guest room had too much damn money, it wasn't completely horrible from a tactical standpoint. The intruders would probably arrive armed with illegal weapons and in contraband body armor of some kind, and all the metal in that gear would become their enemy as soon as they walked through the door. Joey had insisted on setting up multiple custom security measures within the suite itself, the first of which was a shit-ton of tear gas set off by the metal detectors hidden in the door frame. That was the closest thing to a warning shot the enemy would get from Joey. At 17 years old, he was as uncompromising as a mature, trained soldier, and he didn't have to worry about the rule books used by the armed forces.

As the so-called "social activists" progressed through the suite, they would instinctively check first the bedroom, then the bathroom, the kitchen, the various room-sized closets, and finally discover Joey's little hideaway. According to the path he knew the enemy would take, Joey had set up a number of booby traps in every part of the suite, and each place they looked for the girl would be more deadly than the last. The setup of the rooms meant Joey's room would be the last area they found, at which point most of them would have been rendered comatose, permanently crippled, or (hopefully) dead. He had also created anti-weapon traps that would corrode metal, water-log firing systems, and generally wreck most guns. By the time the intruders got through all that, their fully armed party of 30-something would be reduced to about seven, with only two or three assault rifles left. The final trap was Joey himself. Unfortunately, the conditions weren't exactly ideal for combat.

The room was long and narrow, extending straight back from the door. Entering the room, there was a one-person bed/couch thing on the left, towards the back, with a dresser topped with a fish tank on the opposite wall. The doors to the closet and the bathroom were on the left, between the bed/couch and the door. Behind the bed/couch, the room hooked to the right into an L-shape, making room for the small kitchen that had nothing useful in it whatsoever. Why would the girl's father endanger her with (potentially useful) knives when the servants could do all the cutting for her? Joey hated that man and his stupidity with a passion. However, more problematic than that man's idiocy was the girl's terror. She was sitting on the bed couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, trembling silently. In her condition, she probably wouldn't respond quickly to any instructions he gave her. All Joey could do was stand between her and the door and wait.