Part 6
three fifteen pm.
Wyndham Garden Hotel Atlanta Perimeter Center
They pull into a parking garage nearby. It is fifty four degrees outside, the wind is happily chilling everyone to the core. Tomas bundled in light, red windbreaker, white teeshirt, blue jeans, and light brown moccasins, steps one foot on the cold cement, and pulls it back into the Blue Yugo.People going to their car, walk by and laugh at the cheaply made car, that looks if it is blown on hard enough, it will shatter. Rich sitting next to him, in thick leather jacket, and green sweat pants, and pancake makeup to cover the paleness of his face.
"Will you get out of the damn car. It isn't even that cold out." He says, coughing loudly, before he opens his own door, and steps out.
Tomas sighs, he is still trying to figure out why he agreed to this. He has sank really low this time. He should have demanded more now that he thinks of it. Twenty grand to break into someone's hotel room, and inject them with this freaks blood. That should be at least a million. Its not like the FBI can't afford it. "Are you sure the ransom for twenty thousand is high enough?" Tomas asks, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of his windbreaker pocket and stepping out of the car.
"I only want Georgie, and I told you, you are basically just driving, its not like I am asking you to kill people. You only have to come up with me, incase I need someone to hold them down. You aren't doing much, this isn't even your idea, and so don't get greedy. I don't even need you, I can find someone else if you want to be that way." Rich tells him, opening the trunk, and pulling out a black briefcase. He knows this will work, it is a sure fire method, the people he is infecting will appricate it in the end, and he'll have Georgie forever. George wouldn't mind much if Rich had been sleeping around, he loves him, if he were to claim otherwise, and try and tell Rich he is mad at him, he wouldn't believe him. Rich knew all George's little secret spots, and things that aroused him, he would easily be able to win him back. Rich smiles at this. He is not happy this little weasel is getting greedy though, but he will learn to obey, eventually, Rich kind of likes the idea of infecting Tomas. Then, he and Georgie could have a little nest egg, and Tomas would be dying away.He hadn't even started to think of he and George dying, that would come later.He closes the trunk. "Are we ready?"
"I guess so." They head into the revolving doors.
They walk hurriedly though the lobby, as to look into a hurry to get back to their rooms. The desk clerk, his blond hair, clashing with his too large red uniform stops them. "Sirs, can I help you?"He doesn't reconize them. Oh, course he just started last night, but he would have seen them leave the elevator, and go through the lobby, unless they went out another way.
"Just going back to our rooms." Rich says.
"I don't remember you checking in." The clerk answers back.He stares at the man with the pancake makeup. What did he think this was a circus.
"We checked in earlier. We had to leave town for a few days. We just got back, and we are dead tired! SO, leave us alone!" He snaps, he begins coughing, and he and Tomas rush into the elevator. They are lucky to get an empty elevator,Rich hits the number four button, and leans against the walls of it, trying to stop coughing. His glasses fall off his face, and slid harmlessly to the carpet, when the elevator dings to announce their arrival. Tomas picks them up, and hands them to Rich, and they head for room 412.
three fifteen pm.
Wyndham Garden Hotel Atlanta Perimeter Center
They pull into a parking garage nearby. It is fifty four degrees outside, the wind is happily chilling everyone to the core. Tomas bundled in light, red windbreaker, white teeshirt, blue jeans, and light brown moccasins, steps one foot on the cold cement, and pulls it back into the Blue Yugo.People going to their car, walk by and laugh at the cheaply made car, that looks if it is blown on hard enough, it will shatter. Rich sitting next to him, in thick leather jacket, and green sweat pants, and pancake makeup to cover the paleness of his face.
"Will you get out of the damn car. It isn't even that cold out." He says, coughing loudly, before he opens his own door, and steps out.
Tomas sighs, he is still trying to figure out why he agreed to this. He has sank really low this time. He should have demanded more now that he thinks of it. Twenty grand to break into someone's hotel room, and inject them with this freaks blood. That should be at least a million. Its not like the FBI can't afford it. "Are you sure the ransom for twenty thousand is high enough?" Tomas asks, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of his windbreaker pocket and stepping out of the car.
"I only want Georgie, and I told you, you are basically just driving, its not like I am asking you to kill people. You only have to come up with me, incase I need someone to hold them down. You aren't doing much, this isn't even your idea, and so don't get greedy. I don't even need you, I can find someone else if you want to be that way." Rich tells him, opening the trunk, and pulling out a black briefcase. He knows this will work, it is a sure fire method, the people he is infecting will appricate it in the end, and he'll have Georgie forever. George wouldn't mind much if Rich had been sleeping around, he loves him, if he were to claim otherwise, and try and tell Rich he is mad at him, he wouldn't believe him. Rich knew all George's little secret spots, and things that aroused him, he would easily be able to win him back. Rich smiles at this. He is not happy this little weasel is getting greedy though, but he will learn to obey, eventually, Rich kind of likes the idea of infecting Tomas. Then, he and Georgie could have a little nest egg, and Tomas would be dying away.He hadn't even started to think of he and George dying, that would come later.He closes the trunk. "Are we ready?"
"I guess so." They head into the revolving doors.
They walk hurriedly though the lobby, as to look into a hurry to get back to their rooms. The desk clerk, his blond hair, clashing with his too large red uniform stops them. "Sirs, can I help you?"He doesn't reconize them. Oh, course he just started last night, but he would have seen them leave the elevator, and go through the lobby, unless they went out another way.
"Just going back to our rooms." Rich says.
"I don't remember you checking in." The clerk answers back.He stares at the man with the pancake makeup. What did he think this was a circus.
"We checked in earlier. We had to leave town for a few days. We just got back, and we are dead tired! SO, leave us alone!" He snaps, he begins coughing, and he and Tomas rush into the elevator. They are lucky to get an empty elevator,Rich hits the number four button, and leans against the walls of it, trying to stop coughing. His glasses fall off his face, and slid harmlessly to the carpet, when the elevator dings to announce their arrival. Tomas picks them up, and hands them to Rich, and they head for room 412.