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Chapter 10 I Feel Like James Bond
Harm and Sturgis arrived at the hotel around 2:00 in the afternoon. They paid the taxi driver and headed inside. The inside of the hotel was huge, Sturgis and Harm's mouths flew open as they gaped at the lobby now in front of them. Even for a lobby, it was extravagantly furnished. There was a lounge room area off to the side of the room, there were pillars of alabaster, a floor tiled soooooo shinny that you could see your reflection in it, and a fountain in the middle of the room in the shape of a coy that had water spouting out of its mouth.
Harm and Sturgis walked up to the front desk to reserve their stay. They were in their disguises, but from everyone's point of view they looked like rich businessmen. They were in nice suits and jackets and as part of the disguises they had shades or sunglasses on.
"Do you have reservations?" The young woman at the desk asked.
"No," Harm answered simply, looking at her over the top of his black sunglasses and then giving her his cute flyboy smile. "We were hoping that you could hook us up with some rooms."
Seeing Harms flyboy smile, the girl was immediately weak in the knees. "Rooms? Uh…sure. It'll be to of our finest suites."
Harm gave her all of their fake information and paid the cost of the rooms.
"I sure hope I get reimbursed for this," Harm whispered to Sturgis.
"That was a lot of money," Sturgis said, as they followed the busboy into the elevator and up to their rooms.
Their rooms were on the fourth floor and they waited with the busboy in the crowded elevator. When they arrived, they got out with the other 5 people that had been crowded into the elevator with them. Their rooms turned out to be across from each other. The busboy dropped their stuff inside the room, they paid him and then he left.
"Well, talk about easy," Harm said to Sturgis who was in his room across the hall. Sturgis shook his head in agreement, but put his finger to his lips motioning for Harm to be quiet. Harm looked at Sturgis confused, but went back to his unpacking. Sturgis slipped a small device out of his suit case. He used it to scan the whole room and found it wasn't clean. Behind one of the pictures was a small, square listening device. He scanned the room for more and left his room for Harm's, when he was satisfied.
"Sturgis what-," but he was stopped by Sturgis who was holding the small device in his hand. Sturgis quickly scanned the hotel suit. He found a similar listening device in Harms room. He then took both listening devices and flushed them down the toilet.
"What was that?" Harm asked when Sturgis let him talk.
"It was a listening device or bug, as most people would call it. This device in my hand pinpoints the bugs or other electronic devices in the room."
"I guess the hotel owner doesn't trust his guests," Harm said. "Hey, where can I get one of those bug pin pointers?"
"You can't," Sturgis answered. "Not in any regular stores. Did I ever tell you that my uncle works for the CIA?"
"No," Harm answered shocked. "You never told me."
"They usually give him extra stuff like this. He takes that extra stuff and gives it to me. No one's supposed to know."
"I won't tell," Harm answered. "Hey I worked for the CIA for a few months and they never gave me anything like that."
"What were you doing for the CIA while you were there?" Sturgis asked. "I mean you were all over the tv that time."
"If I told you I would have to kill you."
"Come on Harm."
"Maybe some other time."
"Ok," Sturgis answered. "I'll settle for that, as long as you tell me sometime soon."
It was half an hour later when Harm and Sturgis both finished unpacking.
"I'm starving," said Sturgis. "Those peanuts on the plane seemed so long ago."
"Now that you have mentioned it," Harm said. "I'm hungry too." Harm picked up a map of the hotel, from his dresser and flipped it open. "Why don't we eat here?" Harm said pointing at the map. "On the first floor there's a restaurant."
"That sounds good," Sturgis said. "I don't know about you but it would be easier for me if we searched for Mac on a full stomach."
They took the elevator down to the first floor, and headed to the restaurant. For dinner Harm ordered salmon and a light caesar salad. Sturgis ordered a steak and garden salad. They ate quickly and finished dinner around 7:30 and headed out of the restaurant.
"Where do we begin, our search?" Sturgis whispered, as he and Harm walked down the hall.
Harm looked at the map in his hands. "There must be over 1000 hotel sweets," Harm said. "We'll never be able to search them all."
"Wait," Sturgis said. "Let me see the map." Harm handed it over and Sturgis looked it over. Weren't you telling me there were six stories?
"Yeah soooooo?"
"So there are only descriptions for five stories, the sixth one isn't on here. It would have to be on here, unless the owner doesn't want anyone to know about the top floor."
"Sturgis!" Harm said, patting him on the back. "You're a genius. So what you're saying is that we should start by checking the sixth floor."
"Exactly," Sturgis said in agreement.
"That's probably where they are keeping Mac," Harm added. "Quickly, act normal," Harm said suddenly as they passed a security camera. Harm and Sturgis walked calmly by the rest of the cameras until they got to the elevator.
Once inside, they looked for the button to the sixth floor, but buttons stopped at five.
"There must be a hidden sixth button," Harm said, feeling around on the elevator panel.
They ran their hands over the inside of the elevator. Sturgis said, "I think there is something behind here." Harm ran his hand over the spot Sturgis had been pointing at. While the rest of the elevator felt smooth, this spot was worn and Harm could feel a tiny line running around the spot, sort of like a small 2 inch by 2 inch square. It was worn like it had been pulled out of its spot too many times. Harm carefully pried the square shaped panel out of its place, revealing two elevator buttons, which had been hidden.
"I feel like James Bond," Harm said randomly. "You know with all this sneaking around, finding hidden panels and stuff."
"It does," Sturgis answered, "except neither of us is British, and we aren't working for MI6."
"You got me there," Harm replied. "Which button?"
"Let's try the bottom button first," Sturgis answered pushing it.
The elevator lunged downward, faster than either of them thought it would. They holded onto the railing, as the elevator descended a few floors.
"Uh…Sturgis. The elevator isn't leading us to the 6th floor."
"No but maybe it's the basement under the hotel. We should check it out anyway. We should check in case we were wrong about where they are holding Mac."
The elevator stopped quickly and the doors opened. Sturgis and Harm stepped out cautiously, into the room. The room was more like an underground warehouse. It contained boxes and boxes of equipment. They also saw different tools laid out here and there. As they looked out further, they saw what looked like office buildings, near the end of the vast warehouse. There were tables set out in front of the offices. On the tables were guns and other forms of weapons.
Sturgis was venturing closer when Harm grabbed him, by his jacket and pulled him behind some boxes, near the elevator.
"Look," Harm said pointing to the guards. There were six of them positioned around the room, with fully loaded machine guns. "Let's not get to close," he added, dragging Sturgis back to the elevator. Sturgis pressed the button back to there hotel floor and it closed and quickly moved upward.
When they were safely inside the elevator moving up Sturgis said, "Looks like that's some kind of warehouse, did you see the machinery off to the side?"
"No," Harm answered. "I was preoccupied with trying to appear invisible to the guards."
"Well it looks like the hotel owner is having people make weapons, and he's probably selling them, to his allies. Sounds like he's a weapons dealer."
"Who is this hotel owner anyways?" Harm asked. "There wasn't any information about him on the website I checked."
"I don't know, but I guess will find out when we rescue Mac," Sturgis answered. Sturgis then got out and headed toward his room.
"I thought we were going to check out the 6th floor tonight."
"It's already 9:50 and I'm still exhausted from the plane ride."
"But we….."
"It's better if we get our sleep," Sturgis added, cutting him of in mid sentence. "We will be rested to handle what ever it is we have to do, to rescue Mac."
"I guess your right," Harm said. He hated to admit it to himself, but he felt really tired and it would be better to search in the morning. Harm sighed, "I just want her back."
"I know. I promise you tomorrow we'll rescue her and bring her back," Sturgis said, trying to sound positive as they went back to their rooms.
End of chapter 10
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Chapter 10 I Feel Like James Bond
Harm and Sturgis arrived at the hotel around 2:00 in the afternoon. They paid the taxi driver and headed inside. The inside of the hotel was huge, Sturgis and Harm's mouths flew open as they gaped at the lobby now in front of them. Even for a lobby, it was extravagantly furnished. There was a lounge room area off to the side of the room, there were pillars of alabaster, a floor tiled soooooo shinny that you could see your reflection in it, and a fountain in the middle of the room in the shape of a coy that had water spouting out of its mouth.
Harm and Sturgis walked up to the front desk to reserve their stay. They were in their disguises, but from everyone's point of view they looked like rich businessmen. They were in nice suits and jackets and as part of the disguises they had shades or sunglasses on.
"Do you have reservations?" The young woman at the desk asked.
"No," Harm answered simply, looking at her over the top of his black sunglasses and then giving her his cute flyboy smile. "We were hoping that you could hook us up with some rooms."
Seeing Harms flyboy smile, the girl was immediately weak in the knees. "Rooms? Uh…sure. It'll be to of our finest suites."
Harm gave her all of their fake information and paid the cost of the rooms.
"I sure hope I get reimbursed for this," Harm whispered to Sturgis.
"That was a lot of money," Sturgis said, as they followed the busboy into the elevator and up to their rooms.
Their rooms were on the fourth floor and they waited with the busboy in the crowded elevator. When they arrived, they got out with the other 5 people that had been crowded into the elevator with them. Their rooms turned out to be across from each other. The busboy dropped their stuff inside the room, they paid him and then he left.
"Well, talk about easy," Harm said to Sturgis who was in his room across the hall. Sturgis shook his head in agreement, but put his finger to his lips motioning for Harm to be quiet. Harm looked at Sturgis confused, but went back to his unpacking. Sturgis slipped a small device out of his suit case. He used it to scan the whole room and found it wasn't clean. Behind one of the pictures was a small, square listening device. He scanned the room for more and left his room for Harm's, when he was satisfied.
"Sturgis what-," but he was stopped by Sturgis who was holding the small device in his hand. Sturgis quickly scanned the hotel suit. He found a similar listening device in Harms room. He then took both listening devices and flushed them down the toilet.
"What was that?" Harm asked when Sturgis let him talk.
"It was a listening device or bug, as most people would call it. This device in my hand pinpoints the bugs or other electronic devices in the room."
"I guess the hotel owner doesn't trust his guests," Harm said. "Hey, where can I get one of those bug pin pointers?"
"You can't," Sturgis answered. "Not in any regular stores. Did I ever tell you that my uncle works for the CIA?"
"No," Harm answered shocked. "You never told me."
"They usually give him extra stuff like this. He takes that extra stuff and gives it to me. No one's supposed to know."
"I won't tell," Harm answered. "Hey I worked for the CIA for a few months and they never gave me anything like that."
"What were you doing for the CIA while you were there?" Sturgis asked. "I mean you were all over the tv that time."
"If I told you I would have to kill you."
"Come on Harm."
"Maybe some other time."
"Ok," Sturgis answered. "I'll settle for that, as long as you tell me sometime soon."
It was half an hour later when Harm and Sturgis both finished unpacking.
"I'm starving," said Sturgis. "Those peanuts on the plane seemed so long ago."
"Now that you have mentioned it," Harm said. "I'm hungry too." Harm picked up a map of the hotel, from his dresser and flipped it open. "Why don't we eat here?" Harm said pointing at the map. "On the first floor there's a restaurant."
"That sounds good," Sturgis said. "I don't know about you but it would be easier for me if we searched for Mac on a full stomach."
They took the elevator down to the first floor, and headed to the restaurant. For dinner Harm ordered salmon and a light caesar salad. Sturgis ordered a steak and garden salad. They ate quickly and finished dinner around 7:30 and headed out of the restaurant.
"Where do we begin, our search?" Sturgis whispered, as he and Harm walked down the hall.
Harm looked at the map in his hands. "There must be over 1000 hotel sweets," Harm said. "We'll never be able to search them all."
"Wait," Sturgis said. "Let me see the map." Harm handed it over and Sturgis looked it over. Weren't you telling me there were six stories?
"Yeah soooooo?"
"So there are only descriptions for five stories, the sixth one isn't on here. It would have to be on here, unless the owner doesn't want anyone to know about the top floor."
"Sturgis!" Harm said, patting him on the back. "You're a genius. So what you're saying is that we should start by checking the sixth floor."
"Exactly," Sturgis said in agreement.
"That's probably where they are keeping Mac," Harm added. "Quickly, act normal," Harm said suddenly as they passed a security camera. Harm and Sturgis walked calmly by the rest of the cameras until they got to the elevator.
Once inside, they looked for the button to the sixth floor, but buttons stopped at five.
"There must be a hidden sixth button," Harm said, feeling around on the elevator panel.
They ran their hands over the inside of the elevator. Sturgis said, "I think there is something behind here." Harm ran his hand over the spot Sturgis had been pointing at. While the rest of the elevator felt smooth, this spot was worn and Harm could feel a tiny line running around the spot, sort of like a small 2 inch by 2 inch square. It was worn like it had been pulled out of its spot too many times. Harm carefully pried the square shaped panel out of its place, revealing two elevator buttons, which had been hidden.
"I feel like James Bond," Harm said randomly. "You know with all this sneaking around, finding hidden panels and stuff."
"It does," Sturgis answered, "except neither of us is British, and we aren't working for MI6."
"You got me there," Harm replied. "Which button?"
"Let's try the bottom button first," Sturgis answered pushing it.
The elevator lunged downward, faster than either of them thought it would. They holded onto the railing, as the elevator descended a few floors.
"Uh…Sturgis. The elevator isn't leading us to the 6th floor."
"No but maybe it's the basement under the hotel. We should check it out anyway. We should check in case we were wrong about where they are holding Mac."
The elevator stopped quickly and the doors opened. Sturgis and Harm stepped out cautiously, into the room. The room was more like an underground warehouse. It contained boxes and boxes of equipment. They also saw different tools laid out here and there. As they looked out further, they saw what looked like office buildings, near the end of the vast warehouse. There were tables set out in front of the offices. On the tables were guns and other forms of weapons.
Sturgis was venturing closer when Harm grabbed him, by his jacket and pulled him behind some boxes, near the elevator.
"Look," Harm said pointing to the guards. There were six of them positioned around the room, with fully loaded machine guns. "Let's not get to close," he added, dragging Sturgis back to the elevator. Sturgis pressed the button back to there hotel floor and it closed and quickly moved upward.
When they were safely inside the elevator moving up Sturgis said, "Looks like that's some kind of warehouse, did you see the machinery off to the side?"
"No," Harm answered. "I was preoccupied with trying to appear invisible to the guards."
"Well it looks like the hotel owner is having people make weapons, and he's probably selling them, to his allies. Sounds like he's a weapons dealer."
"Who is this hotel owner anyways?" Harm asked. "There wasn't any information about him on the website I checked."
"I don't know, but I guess will find out when we rescue Mac," Sturgis answered. Sturgis then got out and headed toward his room.
"I thought we were going to check out the 6th floor tonight."
"It's already 9:50 and I'm still exhausted from the plane ride."
"But we….."
"It's better if we get our sleep," Sturgis added, cutting him of in mid sentence. "We will be rested to handle what ever it is we have to do, to rescue Mac."
"I guess your right," Harm said. He hated to admit it to himself, but he felt really tired and it would be better to search in the morning. Harm sighed, "I just want her back."
"I know. I promise you tomorrow we'll rescue her and bring her back," Sturgis said, trying to sound positive as they went back to their rooms.
End of chapter 10
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