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"Mary, Mary Sharp," the young woman told the older gentleman checking people into to the hotel. He shot her a strange look, and with every right for it had appeared she had just forgotten her name for a moment. "Sorry, long night." Mary glanced around her, knowing her red hair made her an easy person to track.
"No problem miss. You alright though? Need any help? I have a bell hop that can direct you to your room if you wish," the older man, whose nametag read John offered. Mary shot a look at the bellhop. He looked to be about the same age as her, a youthful twenty year old. The bellhop was currently looking her up and down, obviously noticing her low neckline and long dress that clung to her slim shape. Mary smiled as best she could.
"I'm fine, really." Mary grabbed her keys off the desk and hurried away. She had already wasted far too much time dawdling. Her superiors would be quite upset, that if they found out.
She quickly let herself into the room, and immedialtly set about powering her laptop up. While it did that, she quickly stripped and put on a tank-top and sweats, clothes that let her move far easier. She stepped back to her computer, keying in her passwords with lightening speed.
Mary typed with light taps on the keyboard, humming all the while. She was glad she was alone this time, her last partner had been dreadful. Snoring all night, sleeping on the job, annoying her at every possible moment. He had even complained at her when she hummed while typing for cripes sakes!
Once she was done with her report she quickly scanned through it, and finding no errors sent if off. She stretched for a few minutes, checked to see if there was any response, and since there was none yet she got out her dumbbells and began to push away. Once she was done, an hour later, she checked again. She smiled with grim satisfaction when she read the response to her report.
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The next morning she awoke early, with no assistance of an alarm clock. She rolled over onto her side to glance at the clock. Six am. She dressed quickly, shot a glance at her laptop where images of the occupants next to her flashed by. 'Good, they were still there,' she thought to herself. She dressed quickly than hurriedly packed her stuff. She grabbed her keys and left, closing the door behind her tightly.
"Hello miss. Feeling better this morning are we?" the older man asked her when she handed him her keys.
"Much, thanks." Mary stole a quick look behind her, than hurried away.
Sydney and Vaughn walked up the hallway, laughing. As Sydney signed them out, Vaughn shot a glance around them. His eyes locked onto a small figure with bright red hair hurrying away, dragging multiple bags with her. "Syd, hold on here. I think that's her." Vaughn gestured to the woman scurrying away than bolted after her.
Sydney looked up as Vaughn strode away. "Your room has been paid for miss." The older man told Sydney. She looked at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"It's already paid for, the young woman with the name of Mary Sharp paid for it earlier this morning along with her room. She said you all were traveling together."
"Thanks," Sydney stowed her wallet back in her bag, than followed Vaughn, anxious to know this woman who had helped them. She soon found Vaughn who was gazing out into the parking lot, hand over his eyes to block out the intense sun. "Well?"
"Lost her. I never lose people Syd! But she just disappeared. I don't know Sydney. But if she's the woman from last night, I have to find her. She knew information that she shouldn't have had access too. A normal person would not know where you were. But she did."
"She also knew our room. She paid for it. With the name of Mary Sharp. Name ring any bells?" Sydney asked.
"Mary Sharp?" Vaughn glanced sideways at Sydney. "I don't think so. "But I want to know who she is." Vaughn looked worried, Sydney hated it when he looked worried, because that meant it really was bad.
"We'll find her." Sydney wrapped her arms around Vaughn and together they walked over to their car, climbed in and drove away. Out of a nearby parking lot a small Volkswagen Bug followed at a slight distance.
Sydney and Vaughn talked easily. Not knowing that the answer to their questions was following them.
"Mary, Mary Sharp," the young woman told the older gentleman checking people into to the hotel. He shot her a strange look, and with every right for it had appeared she had just forgotten her name for a moment. "Sorry, long night." Mary glanced around her, knowing her red hair made her an easy person to track.
"No problem miss. You alright though? Need any help? I have a bell hop that can direct you to your room if you wish," the older man, whose nametag read John offered. Mary shot a look at the bellhop. He looked to be about the same age as her, a youthful twenty year old. The bellhop was currently looking her up and down, obviously noticing her low neckline and long dress that clung to her slim shape. Mary smiled as best she could.
"I'm fine, really." Mary grabbed her keys off the desk and hurried away. She had already wasted far too much time dawdling. Her superiors would be quite upset, that if they found out.
She quickly let herself into the room, and immedialtly set about powering her laptop up. While it did that, she quickly stripped and put on a tank-top and sweats, clothes that let her move far easier. She stepped back to her computer, keying in her passwords with lightening speed.
Mary typed with light taps on the keyboard, humming all the while. She was glad she was alone this time, her last partner had been dreadful. Snoring all night, sleeping on the job, annoying her at every possible moment. He had even complained at her when she hummed while typing for cripes sakes!
Once she was done with her report she quickly scanned through it, and finding no errors sent if off. She stretched for a few minutes, checked to see if there was any response, and since there was none yet she got out her dumbbells and began to push away. Once she was done, an hour later, she checked again. She smiled with grim satisfaction when she read the response to her report.
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The next morning she awoke early, with no assistance of an alarm clock. She rolled over onto her side to glance at the clock. Six am. She dressed quickly, shot a glance at her laptop where images of the occupants next to her flashed by. 'Good, they were still there,' she thought to herself. She dressed quickly than hurriedly packed her stuff. She grabbed her keys and left, closing the door behind her tightly.
"Hello miss. Feeling better this morning are we?" the older man asked her when she handed him her keys.
"Much, thanks." Mary stole a quick look behind her, than hurried away.
Sydney and Vaughn walked up the hallway, laughing. As Sydney signed them out, Vaughn shot a glance around them. His eyes locked onto a small figure with bright red hair hurrying away, dragging multiple bags with her. "Syd, hold on here. I think that's her." Vaughn gestured to the woman scurrying away than bolted after her.
Sydney looked up as Vaughn strode away. "Your room has been paid for miss." The older man told Sydney. She looked at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"It's already paid for, the young woman with the name of Mary Sharp paid for it earlier this morning along with her room. She said you all were traveling together."
"Thanks," Sydney stowed her wallet back in her bag, than followed Vaughn, anxious to know this woman who had helped them. She soon found Vaughn who was gazing out into the parking lot, hand over his eyes to block out the intense sun. "Well?"
"Lost her. I never lose people Syd! But she just disappeared. I don't know Sydney. But if she's the woman from last night, I have to find her. She knew information that she shouldn't have had access too. A normal person would not know where you were. But she did."
"She also knew our room. She paid for it. With the name of Mary Sharp. Name ring any bells?" Sydney asked.
"Mary Sharp?" Vaughn glanced sideways at Sydney. "I don't think so. "But I want to know who she is." Vaughn looked worried, Sydney hated it when he looked worried, because that meant it really was bad.
"We'll find her." Sydney wrapped her arms around Vaughn and together they walked over to their car, climbed in and drove away. Out of a nearby parking lot a small Volkswagen Bug followed at a slight distance.
Sydney and Vaughn talked easily. Not knowing that the answer to their questions was following them.
