Kenny stood before Cranky as he'd never seen his teenage brother before. He was breathing heavily, his shirt torn apart at the left shoulder. Beneath a rip in the fabric, Cranky could see a raw open wound, bleeding profusely. Kenny's face was pale, likely from the blood loss, and his face was coated with a sheen of sweat. In his left hand, he held a firearm tightly with a white-knuckled grip, the black metal trembling slightly along with Kenny's own body.
"Put the gun down, Kenny," he said softly, trying to calm the teen down. Those gunshots he'd heard during his fight with Issei, had they all been delivered by Kenny? He caught a quick glimpse of the soldiers who had accompanied Issei, and one lay wounded, the other unconscious on the floor. Where had he learned to use a gun like that, without even landing a bullet on Cranky or Issei?
Kenny then raised the gun, pointing it at Issei. "H…he tried to kill me," Kenny claimed, his hand still trembling with fear and shock. "It's only fair." He got ready to squeeze the trigger. But Issei only looked down defiantly at him, somehow knowing full well that Kenny would never find the nerve to pull the trigger.
"He's with us," Cranky said, approaching him with slow, cautious steps. "Don't pull that trigger. If you do, you'll regret it."
"How!" Kenny shouted suddenly. "How can you stand there and defend the guy who just tried to kill you? I don't trust him any further than I can throw him."
"That requires some time to explain," Cranky continued, "and we don't have time for that right now. You're just going to have to trust me. Now Kenny …" He held out his hand and looked the youth straight in the eye. "Give me the gun." His mouth was set in a stern line across his face. Cranky was not joking around. "Give it to me," he repeated.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Kenny hung his head and rested the firearm in Cranky's open palm. As soon as he let go, Kenny fell to his knees, and collapsed against the wall. The blood was still running down his arm in a crooked pattern, flowing smoothly in multiple arms. But Kenny was oblivious to this, staring blankly into space while fresh tears flowed out of his eyes as freely as the blood did from his arm. The adrenaline from the fight was slowing and reality was beginning to hit. He had almost been killed. He had guns pointed at him before, but none of them had actually fired. If his foot had connected with the shaft a split second too late … Having a brush that close with death had a major impact on him. He just let his head hang and let himself get over the shock.
Cranky joined Kenny at his side and threw an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"Hey, what's with this all of a sudden, huh?" he asked, trying to cheer him up.
"I'm damned stressed," he said through sobs. "I've been kidnapped, operated on, forced to jump off a cliff, got into a scrap with another kid, nearly died in a car crash all in a span of two days. And that six month hell that was Raccoon City – I don't wanna start. Now – now, I've just been shot at!"
"Yeah, but look at what you've become because of it," Cranky said. "Look at how much you've survived. Back in the days we spent on the street, we thought we were the shit. Now you can live through much more than that. We can survive fucking Shadowlaw, and we've proven it!"
"I know, but … but do you honestly think it's worth it? Are we ever gonna be out of danger?"
"I don't know and honestly, I don't think it matters either. On the street, we've been through scraps with other kids for food, for money, you name it and we beat 'em. You survived in society by living on your own for nine years, paid rent, went to school and worked in a police station. We tackled survival horror fighting in a damn viral infested city against fucking freaks and shit crawling around at every corner. Hell, you even learned to shoot a revolver like some kind of cowboy. All you have to do is learn how to spin it around your finger like one." Cranky tried twirling the gun Kenny had just given him around his index finger, but it had clattered uselessly to the floor at his lack of skill. "I'm proud of you, you little shit. And after being looking out for your ass for so long, after everything I've taught you, I'll be damned if it takes only one bullet to bring you down."
Kenny lifted his head slightly to look at Cranky while speaking. "About Cammy's secret …"
"It's not important," Cranky said, dismissing it before he could finish. "When Issei pulled the trigger on you, before I realized you'd threw off his aim, my heart fuckin' stopped. I thought you were gone, even if it was for that split second. Then I realized the petty secrets didn't matter anymore. None of it did." He was interrupted by the presence of two newcomers, joining Issei at his side. Cranky's heart leapt into his throat when he saw Cammy emerge from the recovery suite, shouldering a gorgeous Chinese woman dressed in a white lab coat. Her jet black hair was formerly tied into a bun and loose wisps now formed a grotesque, unkempt halo around her head. But through it all, he could still see that her face, her perfectly smooth skin, small nose and rounded lips made her beautiful. Cammy looked at Cranky and smiled, her eyes glazing over with tears. She released the woman and stepped towards Cranky, kneeling in front of him, sitting beside Kenny with his arm around his shoulders, the both of them sitting like a pair of children in the middle of the hallway, on the floor.
"Cranky, I …" but she couldn't figure out what to say. But the way the corners of his mouth curved upward into a reassuring, cocky smile, she knew it was going to be okay between them.
Cranky said nothing and raised his other arm, inviting Cammy to join him at his side. She crawled into the cozy space between his arm and the side of his body, just big enough for her shoulders to fit and sat on Cranky's opposite side, resting her head on his chest. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and took in the sweet flowery scent of her hair. Gently pulling Kenny and Cammy close to him, Cranky realized they must've looked like a family; a multi-cultural, morally twisted, dramatically dysfunctional family. And he would have it no other way.
XXXXX
The room was painted a creamy white, not too bright that it hurt the eyes and soft enough to soothe those who happened to occupy it. And right now, Wolfman stood at the head of the room, with an expansive chalkboard behind him. Thank goodness for Delta Red's contacts in Osaka, Japan, where they were keeping a close tab on Shadowlaw's actions. Said contacts were able to provide them with everything they needed, such as this private meeting room in the home of the suburban Japanese home they'd first brought Kenny to after reclaiming him from Shadowlaw hands.
The headmistress of the house, who Wolfman knew only now as Mrs. Ito, was out in the garden sweeping the dried leaves. Chun Li had called him late last night sounding rather shocked, out of breath, and frazzled – a personality trait he knew not to exist in the Chinese Interpol officer. She claimed that there were many things to be discussed with the street fighters involved, and the organizations fighting together to bring down Shadowlaw. Whatever news she had sounded pretty important and had to be relayed to everyone at once. Hence, the emergency meeting this early in the morning.
He glanced at his wristwatch – 11:17 am. The Chun Li wanted the meeting as soon as possible and she hadn't even showed up yet, and it was supposed to start soon. In fact, hell, where was everyone? He'd specifically phone Guile, Ryu and Ken, telling them to haul their asses over there by 11:30 in the morning, though the earlier they'd be there, the earlier the meeting could commence.
As if to shut his mind up, the door to the room suddenly burst open, Chun Li walking through with Guile following just behind her.
"I swear if they aren't here in five minutes," Guile muttered angrily between pressed lips.
"They'll come," Chun Li insisted. Wolfman's inquisitive glance must've explained his confusion as she turned to face him and elaborated. "It's Cammy and Wagner."
"Those two haven't changed since they were rebellious little terrors," he fumed. "Who stays in bed till twelve in the afternoon, anyway?"
"But it's not twelve yet …" Chun Li insisted.
"The point is they wanted too!" Guile ranted. "And Wagner was the one who told me – oh, the nerve!"
"But we didn't," Cammy said, interrupting the conversation as she entered the room. Wagner and Cranky tagged along a few steps behind, the former rubbing his hand sleepily across his eyes. This was the first time anyone had seen Cammy and Cranky unlinked at the hands since his return to her, and that sight was so uncommon that it had raised suspicions in those close to them, particularly Wagner, though he'd remained quiet, wanting to avoid stirring up anymore trouble.
"This had better be worth it," he mumbled. "The doctors insist after the ordeal I went through with Shadowlaw's brainwashing and everything, the best thing for me to do right now is to rest. And I intend to follow that advice to the best of my ability."
"You've been sleeping for the last twelve hours!" Guile continued.
"I'll have you know being brainwashed is quite taxing on one's psyche and body."
"Guile," Chun Li scolded, "you should know better than to drag Wagner out here against his will, especially since you know what he's been through."
"I'm with her," Wagner said, jabbing his thumb in her direction.
"Where's Kenny?" Wolfman asked Cranky. He opened his mouth to respond when Wagner replied bitterly for him.
"Sleeping!"
"I didn't want him to get involved any further," Cranky explained, "especially now that he's out of Shadowlaw's hands."
"He'll be alright by himself?" Cammy asked.
"Well he's been living alone for the past nine years," Cranky said, "I'm sure he'll be fine. I made him some breakfast and left it on the table when he gets hungry so that way he doesn't have to leave the apartment for any reason."
Cammy licked her lips at the thought of one of Cranky's breakfasts. She was introduced to them shortly after they met. The bacon was cooked to a perfect crisp and never burnt, the sunny side up eggs with raw yolk and fully cooked white, orange juice freshly squeezed with his own hands, and buttered toast on white bread, browned just right. She was a little envious of Kenny right now, having the opportunity to sleep in and wake up to a gourmet breakfast that Cranky cooked. It would've probably been a little cold by the time he woke up, but it didn't matter. It tasted that good.
"Wolfman," Chun Li said, grabbing the man lightly by the arm, "if it's alright with you, I'd like to have a word with you outside."
He looked inquisitively at her and nodded.
"Cranky," she continued, "if you'd come with me as well."
"Sure thing," he said, fully expecting her to ask. When she had spoken to him earlier this morning, he had already been up. Cammy was still asleep during their short conversation when Chun Li had called for the meeting and he assumed she'd called him shortly before or after contacting Wolfman.
The three of them left Guile, Cammy and Wagner back in the room continuing their little family bicker while Chun Li addressed Cranky and Wolfman with more strenuous matters. She closed the door quietly behind her and spoke with a hushed voice.
"There's something Wolfman and I have to tell you," she explained. "You're the closest to Cammy right now, and knowing her fragile psyche, I think it's of the utmost importance that you know."
Cranky made a confused face. She was right – Cammy was a little crazy but then again, weren't they all? Given her past with Shadowlaw, Chun Li's secrecy could have only meant one thing. They'd discovered something about Shadowlaw Cammy and her family wouldn't like.
"Well I'm listening," he said impatiently.
"Before we tell you anything," Wolfman said, "you have to promise to keep this from Cammy at all costs."
"You're asking a lot out of me, colonel."
"There's no other choice."
"Then I'm not so sure I want to know." Cranky had just found out from Cammy that she'd been keeping a secret from him. The wounds were still fresh in his mind. He wasn't sure if now was the right time to turn around and to the same thing back to her, a completely hypocritical act. Their entire relationship was a big hypocritical joke, but regardless, the love they for each other wasn't. And if this relationship was going to function, secrets could not be kept.
"It's for her safety," Chun Li insisted, "that you know and she doesn't, so you can protect such knowledge of hurting her again."
"Look, we know Shadowlaw is still up and running, and Cammy's aware of that too. So what news can you bring that'll effect her negatively?"
"Vega's alive," Chun Li said.
"Vega?" Cranky asked. Was it that same maniac he'd read about in Cammy's file, the one that screwed her and her family over more than once? He was the man responsible for tormenting the poor girl and … many a night, Cranky had been awoken from his slumber with Cammy mumbling Vega's name angrily in her sleep. The monster was dead and he still tormented her dreams and … wait – "He's alive?" Cranky nearly shrieked.
"You know just as well as I do how Cammy feels about him," Wolfman said. "Don't say anything to her. Lord knows what she'll do." His words sounded like a threat, but they were factual truth. Cammy had struggled for so long to get her life and her emotional state back on track. She wasn't back to being perfect, at least from what she told him, but she didn't expect to ever be the same again either. The best Cranky could do was stand by her side and comfort her, be her support while she overcame her own struggles. And this news would hinder that.
"Do you understand now why we're so adamant about keeping this news from her?" Chun Li asked.
"Yes," he replied. "But how did you find out? This is pretty big, this is like … the worst case scenario. Are you sure Vega's alive? Did you get confirmation?"
"I saw him, Cranky, standing right in front of me. Ken was there too."
"Masters?" he asked, surprised. "I can't believe you guys didn't kick his ass."
"It would've gotten us disqualified from the tournament," she explained. "Vega's on Bison's bodyguard panel. We have to get through him to fight Bison. And engaging him outside of the tournament boundaries is the equivalent of disorderly conduct according to Osaka City laws, which will get us kicked out of the tournament since they, too, are bound by the city laws. And if we were to be disqualified from the tournament …" Chun Li's hands balled into tight fists.
"I understand," Cranky said. "Cammy won't hear a word of this." Even as he spoke, he had difficulty convincing himself he could carry his promise through.
Noticing this, Wolfman put a comforting hand on his shoulder, saying, "It's for her own good."
"I … I know."
XXXXX
"Sorry we're late," Ken said, opening the door to the room just as the meeting was about to commence. He looked around, spotting Cammy, Wagner, Cranky and Guile seated near the front of the room while Wolfman and Chun Li stood at the front. It was clear that Chun Li had been in mid sentence before she was interrupted by his arrival. "We brought Ryu," Ken offered, hoping to curb the angry glare she shot at him. "Julian's here too."
The two men followed Ken into the room, Ken making sure he found a spot beside Cammy. Cranky, who sat on her opposite side shot Ken a dirty frown and redirected his attention back to Chun Li. Ryu modestly bowed his head at them before taking his seat while Julian swaggered in nonchalantly and planted himself beside Guile.
"As I was saying," Chun Li continued, with a hint of bitterness still lingering in her tone, "thanks to Cranky's and Cammy's efforts, we have been able to gain the trust of two key Shadowlaw operatives. They will no doubt be an invaluable asset to our cause. I will go and retrieve them. Meanwhile, Wolfman will continue the briefing." Chun Li spun on her heels and walked out of the room at a quick pace, not bothering to close the door quietly behind her as she left.
"Their names are Katarina and Aaron Feng," he explained. "The former is a top Shadowlaw scientist whose impressive resume includes working as a director on the Doll Program, and further enhancement on the Shadow Technology before the program was scrapped. She led a third project, one that involved combining the technologies of the previous two with the intention of creating an elite force of brainwashed Street Fighters. These new breed of brainwashed soldiers are designed to have the enhanced capabilities that the Shadow Technology offered, with the obedience of the Dolls. Units can operate alone, or work together in a group and are effective in either scenario. Wagner and Julian were the first prototypes of this new program called the Agent Initiative. Fortunately, they were freed from the brainwashing by a rather … interesting individual."
"She called herself Rose," Wagner said, piping up.
"And she could very well hold the key to bringing down Bison's Psycho Power," Julian added. "She was able to get Wagner and I to snap out of it. Rose cured us when the best doctors in town could not."
"That she could," Wolfman agreed, "but further pursuing her would be a waste of our resources. We've tried already and it seems as if the woman has vanished without a trace."
"We still have to try!" Cammy insisted, pounding a fist onto her desk top. "If she's capable of freeing Shadowlaw's slaves, then we have to at least try!"
"We've tried, Cammy!" Wolfman retorted. "She's gone."
"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you say that," she insisted. "How many people have suffered and died at Shadowlaw's hands? How many people are working for them, even, and are suffering? Katarina and Issei …"
"I know how you feel about Shadowlaw, having been personally involved in their deals," Wolfman explained calmly. "But you have to look at this objectively. We simply can't afford to track her down when we don't even know where to start looking. Our efforts would be better suited to finding a weakness in the organization and taking full advantage of it."
"But we can't just …"
"Calm yourself, soldier!" Wolfman snapped. Cammy clamped her mouth shut angrily not unlike a child and glared angrily at him, but was promptly ignored.
Before the conflict could resume, Chun Li entered the room with the twins, freshly recruited from Shadowlaw. Ken, Ryu and Guile looked at them with curiosity, not having seen either of their faces before. For twins, they looked nothing alike. They were probably fraternal. The boy – or man, would've been a more suiting word – looked like an older version of someone familiar who escaped Ken at the moment. Only he was taller and far more muscular. His body looked like it was made of bricks and he probably had the strength to snap Ken in half. In contrast, his sister was fair and frail looking, though if she was a Shadowlaw agent, he was sure her looks betrayed her capabilities. The siblings shared jet black hair, narrowed eyes typical of people from the Orient, and high, developed cheekbones.
"I introduce Katarina, and Aaron Feng," she said, motioning to each of the twins separately.
"Feng?" Ken asked, his eyes widening. That's why the man looked so familiar.
"Yes," Chun Li said, "if you haven't already assumed, they are Dr. Feng's first born children – Kenny's brother and sister."
Cammy felt Cranky take her hand into his and she gave a reassuring squeeze. She vaguely understood how he felt. Kenny had been a responsibility of his for a long time. And Cranky had protected Kenny when they were younger, looked out for the youth, fed him and clothed him with the money he stole, money that would otherwise be used on himself. Cranky had sacrificed so much for Kenny and cared dearly about the teen that he'd become his big brother. After Kenny's supposed death, Cranky found escape from his guilt through booze and on night stands until Cammy came along. She did more for him than give him someone else to care about – she brought Kenny back to him. And now, as the adoptive brothers were rekindling the friendship, the closeness they had as children, in walk these strangers who were robbing the title from Cranky.
He squeezed her hand back while she rubbed her thumb soothingly over the back of his palm. She could see the hurt in his eyes as he struggled to swallow the truth – literally. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips were pressed into a thin line and his head nodded very subtly.
"What?" Guile gasped. "I thought Kenny was Dr. Feng's first born." Ken's expression was reflected in Guile words as he stared speechless at the two strangers who stood before them. Even the normally calm, collected, stoic Ryu seemed to be taken aback by the news.
"So we thought," Chun Li said. "But after running extensive background checks on Dr. Feng, here's what we found out."
"Dr. Tai Su Feng and his wife, Shao Mei moved to Osaka from Beijing shortly when Shadowlaw first offered him a position with the company," Wolfman continued. "At the time, Kenny was fresh from the womb, and Katarina and Aaron were living with them in secret in Beijing with regular visits."
"Why were they kept a secret?" Ken asked.
"Due to China's one child policy," Chun Li replied simply. "It was no fault of Mei's that she gave birth to twins. But twins or not, they are still more than one child. One of them had to be given up. But she couldn't bring herself to separate the children from each other, so she kept them together, giving them up to childless relatives."
"Now fast forward ten years," Wolfman said, taking over. "Kenny is born from what we gather a sheer accident and Shadowlaw offers Dr. Feng a job. It seems that he was working on a controversial technology that his previous scientific firm had frowned upon. He was excited to take the job and through Shadowlaw, further developed his work into what we now know as the Shadow Technology. Taking the twins with them would've revealed their secret, the fact that they had three children. So the Fengs moved to Osaka with Kenny, claiming his as their first born, and only son so as to avoid any suspicions with the Chinese government."
"Meanwhile," Katarina continued, opening her mouth for the first time in that room, "Shadowlaw approached us while our parents were living in Japan, and recruited us into their ranks without our father's knowledge. We were always told who he was, and shown photos and footage of him, but we were never allowed to meet him in person. Neither of us know why to this day. As the children of one of Shadowlaw's greatest scientists, we had big shoes to fill."
"They promised that if we worked hard enough," Aaron elaborated, "we would one day be able to meet our father face to face. So we worked, we excelled in our respective fields. After our father was killed, Katarina rose quickly in the scientific ranks to replace him. I, on the other hand, trained with Shadowlaw's military. As soldiers, we had to shed our previous identities and surrender them to Shadowlaw. We were given codenames instead. My codename is all I've known since – Issei."
"So you were special enough for a codename but your sister wasn't?" Ken asked, pointing at Katarina.
"They called me the Yellow Hornet," Katarina said, shrugging, "but I never really warmed up to it. Kinda like how they nicknamed Cammy the Killer Bee. She seemed to like it enough." Katarina smirked.
"That's probably because they downloaded the commands for me to like it into my head," Cammy mumbled.
"Besides," Katarina continued, "codenames are usually reserved for the soldiers."
"Wow, this is turning out to be one fucked up family reunion," Julian commented from a little further back. "And the little rascal isn't even here to see it all happen. We've got one Shadowlaw victim, one soldier, one scientist, and all three are fathered by a passionate scientist who happened to run with the wrong company." Julian shook his head. How could one seemingly innocent decision on the part of Dr. Feng be the cause of so much pain and suffering? The results of that decision completely shattered his family. Julian was no stranger to dysfunctional families. He grew up with a Latin mafia leader as a father, and took his first life at sixteen years old. His relationship with Francisco Marquez, his father, grew to be a rough, and trying experience. Julian blamed his father for a lot of the shit he'd been put through in his life and decided that as a result, Julian felt that he couldn't be a good enough father for his son, Dorian. But now he wasn't so sure. He felt a lump grow in his throat. He had his own son to worry about, a son who didn't even know Julian existed. Could his decision to stay out of Dorian's life turn out this fucked up as well?
"There's more," Wolfman continued, "if you think you've heard it all. Cranky, can you please tell everyone where you fit into all this?"
Cranky reluctantly rose from his seat and walked towards the front of the room, his hands growing clammier with every step. He hated talking in front of people, after spending the better part of his life running from them. And to make it worse, he had information that many in the room would find to be a little surprising.
XXXXX
Kenny yawned tiredly as he waddled from the bedroom over to the dining table, scratching the small of his back as he moved. The wound in his arm had been bandaged yesterday and the tourniquets changed twice. Cammy sure knew how to take care of people. He tried to keep his injured arm still, and it had been a pain in the ass, especially when he was trying to sleep. The slightest strain it received would send it into painful fits, waking him from his peaceful slumber. Now it was morning and the limb was numb from all the torture it had gone through. Today was a new day and he'd rest and give the wound time to heal.
The hotel suite smelled of food. He felt his mouth begin to water.
"Cammy?" he called out. No answer. "Cranky? Are you guys here?" Still no answer. He shrugged and continued towards the table, his eyes half closed, his hair in a tangled mess, feet shuffling across the carpeted floor, determined to find the source of that delicious aroma.
On the table was a pair of plates, one covering the top of the other. There was a note scribbled on top. He picked it up and strained his sleepy eyes to make sense of the scribbles.
Cammy and I are at an important meeting this morning. Don't leave the hotel room. I've cooked some breakfast for you and I want to see it gone by the time I get back. That includes the bread crust. And don't forget to wash the dishes when you're done and don't open the door to strangers. This isn't your suite so don't forget to make your bed – and remember to take your meds. They're on the counter. We'll be back by late afternoon. And I swear if I find you pulled off a sneak-off stunt like you did back at the hospital, I'll wring your neck myself and throw you out the window.
Love,
Cranky
"Sure thing, Dad," Kenny mumbled bitterly. He set the note down and lifted the cover of the plate, eyes bulging at the feast before him. Scrambled eggs, lightly peppered, slices of fresh oranges on the side, juicy slabs of ham, a few strips of bacon and greasy sausages, two hotcakes in a little plastic cup of syrup. Underneath the plate sat a second note. Curious, Kenny picked it up and read it.
Kenny, there's a pack of smokes inside my combat boots by the front door. Just in case you get a craving, so you won't have to leave the house to get some. But don't tell Cranky, okay:)
Love,
Cammy
ps: Burn this after you've read it.
Kenny made a mad dash for the front of the suite, wondering what Cammy's combat boots looked like. It was a little gross to him that she had to keep the cigarettes there, but he supposed there'd be no other place for her to hide them, especially given how close she and Cranky were. He grabbed a pair of tall lace up boots, one in each hand and shook. The left one made a noise. Setting the right boot down, he turned over the left in his hand and shook it, and a pack of Japanese cigarettes fell into his open palm.
He grinned like a child on Christmas morning. "I knew I wanted you to be with Cranky for a reason, Cammy," he thought to himself. Kenny was about to head for the stove to take out the stovetop lighter when a knock on the door stopped him in his tracks. Sighing, he pocketed the cigarettes and retraced his steps, walking back to the door. He looked through the peephole and recognized the corny suits the bellboys usually wore, complete with hat and chin straps.
Kenny opened the door. "What?"
"Room service," the bellboy said politely. Only he wasn't exactly a boy. This guy was a little older than that, though the makeup he wore on his face made him look slightly younger. His voice bore traces of bass, indicating he was a man, though he spoke eloquently like a high class woman. From underneath his ugly chin strapped hat, silky strands flowed down his back. The open collar of the uniform revealed part of a purple tattoo – some kind of animal with scales, perhaps a snake or a dragon, it was hard to tell. If it wasn't for his voice, and maybe the broader build, Kenny could've sworn this was a bell girl, if such a thing existed.
And was that lip gloss?
"I don't need to be serviced, thanks," Kenny said.
"I've come to change the sheets," he insisted.
"But isn't that …" Kenny stopped wondering if it would offend the bellboy. Their jobs were usually to deal with luggage. Room service was left to the men in tuxedos and maids dealt with changing the sheets. So which one was he? Well, to be honest, Kenny didn't care. Cranky's note told him to make the bed, but this bellboy, maid, whatever was offering to do it for him.
"Sure," Kenny said, changing his mind, "come on in."