Ragley clicked his phone shut and hung his head in disgust. He could wonder what was happening and why he was always a domino in a chain of events. He took the day off to blow off some steam, but the recent phone call had only made him madder. He sighed and, grabbed his coat and headed out.
Elsewhere in London, a maid was getting a room ready for some new costumers. She fluffed the pillows, made the bed, made sure that the windows had that extra sparkle. She even put out those little chocolates that costumers so often liked. As she stood and admired all her hard work, the hotel phone rang. She sighed impatiently and answered as she wondere "why would she be calling me now?"
"Hello dear." the voice on the other line crackled
"Hello. What's going on."
"I need you to come down here. There's some 'special' costumers I need you to help."
"But-"
It's an emergency."
"(sigh) okay."
She headed down the stairs, into the lobby only to find...
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