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ASSASSIN by rei-chan
CHAPTER THREE: Side Job
==Room 602, The Renaissance, 3:20 am==
Li Syaoran quietly slid his key card in the slot and pushed the door of his room open, a ghost of a smile gracing his otherwise stolid features as he soundlessly made his way towards the interior of the room. His first order of business went quite well. Once the phone tap was in place the young assassin could easily monitor all of Kinomoto Fujitaka's calls. Installing a surveillance camera within the professor's household would be unneccessary. His orders were simple; eliminate Fujitaka Kinomoto, retrieve Operation RAGE, and be inconspuciously missing afterwards.
Besides, Syaoran wasn't planning on prolonging the professor's time.
He planned to just go for the kill as soon as the oppurtunity presents itself to him.
He plans to stalk the professor like the lone wolf he was knowned and trained to be, sure and meticulous.
He will make sure that Fujitaka dies in a professional manner.
His way.
Settling himself on the soft chair in front of the table, the young assassin silently pulled his laptop towards him and flipped the monitor up, watching impassively as the screen slowly flickered to life. He had developed the habit of constantly checking his inbox for new orders, ever since the Federation started assigning him the most dangerous ones. Usually, between missions, he is sent to accomplish two or more quick projects in broad daylight. And since the assassination of Kinomoto Fujitaka was given the grace period of one week by the commander, he had plenty of spare time.
Syaoran effortlessly typed in his private code as soon as the Federation logo started flashing, and let out a grunt as his inbox flashed open. As expected, a side job has been wired to him. Nothing complicated. The message contained a time, a place, a prefered date, and a request for him to make it seem like a government-planned assassination(1). Figures. Those hoodlums who usually seek the aide of the Federation always wanted to land the blame back on the government, wash their hands clean of the crime and rant the bombshell against Japan, unmindful of whose hands it was they were staining with blood...
The amber-eyed hitman smothered a derisive snort at the thought. 'Those bastards.' He commented darkly to himself as he forcefully maneuvered his mouse around.
An icon indicating that an attachment was contained within the file caught his attention, and he immediately clicked it open, wondering what it was. Within seconds a picture of his latest target appeared on the screen. Syaoran studied the distinguished features of the man he was going to assassinate intently when he noticed that the man's eye color was actually a beautiful shade of emerald. One corner of his mouth quirked up.
Interesting.
The face of the auburn-haired receptionist who had checked him in flashed across his mind, and he couldn't help but smirk at the memory of her hostility. He had a lot of fun toying with the pretty front office clerk. He knew right from the start, as soon as he had approached the front desk, that she was Fujitaka's daughter, Sakura. How could he not? Before checking in he had stopped by the Kinomotos to observe. He had seen the young woman playing ball with a two-year-old boy at their backyard, and she had piqued the young assassin's interest. True, he had gone to bed with dozens of women--you can't just help from doing so in the Federation barracks--but what struck him was the almost tangible air of innocence surrounding her. He was immediately fascinated by this, for the whores who constantly visit the barracks didn't have the same charisma.
It's just too bad that Kinomoto Sakura was his assignment's only daughter.
A set of visions suddenly threatened to send the young assassin into yet another round of self-loathing, but quickly he pushed aside the notion and concentrated on his work. While it would be easy to actually seduce the young girl into bed with him--he had done the same thing countless times before--he had sworn off getting involved with relatives of his subjects. Not after--
'Don't.'
He hastily shoved the memory aside and focused on reading his orders.
Now was not the time to dig up the ghosts from the pasts.
Especially now that he was in the middle of a job.
Shutting down his machine, Syaoran slowly picked himself up from the chair and plopped down on the well-made bed, his thoughts drifting back to the Kinomoto Fujitaka assignment. He was a bit curious as to what Operation RAGE really was. He had searched every cyber nook and cranny of the Federation Systems mainframe for the information, but with no such luck. The young assassin now wondered what was so important about Operation RAGE to cost the innocent professor's life.
Oh, well.
It really wasn't his place to ask.
'After all,' Syaoran mused as he pillowed his arms behind his head, 'Kinomoto Fujitaka's life meant another millions of dollars to my bank account.'
*****
==Kinomoto Household, 4:17 am==
Hiiragizawa Eriol pulled the door open to find a sleepy Kinomoto Touya standing in front of it, still clad in his pilot's uniform(2). Behind him, Eriol could see Touya's wife and oldest child both snoozing inside their car. Immediately, the English man invited him in.
"How was the flight, Touya-san?" Eriol asked as Touya stepped in the house and took of his shoes, setting his leather bag on the floor next to him.
The older Kinomoto shook his head in exhaustion. "Tiring." He mumbled thickly amidst a jaw-breaking yawn, waving a hand vaguely in the air as Eriol made a move to slide his coat off his shoulders. "Don't bother, Eriol-san. I won't stay long, anyway. I just came for Xiaran."
Eriol nodded once. "Right. He's sleeping in the guest bedroom. Do you want me to call your father for you?" He asked politely as Touya took a step towards the said bedroom.
Touya shook his head. "No." Noticing the funny look he was getting from the ever-polite man, Touya laughed. "I'll just say hello to Dad tomorrow evening. I'm really tired."
"If you say so."
Touya watched as his sister's boyfriend headed back to his place in the living room before dragging his aching body towards where his son was sleeping soundly. He genuinely liked Eriol. He was polite, smart, and decent. Most importantly, Touya knew he could readily count on the English man to protect his little sister in his absence.
And look after his overworked father, it seems.
Reaching the guest room, Touya slowly eased the door open and smiled as he caught sight of his youngest son sleeping soundly on the bed.
Also, Eriol made one hell of a babysitter whenever Sakura or his father was busy.
*****
==The Renaissance Hotel, Reception Area, 5:10 am==
Sakura was busy arranging the guest profile forms under the counter when a three heavy set figures stopped in front of the desk. "Miss?"
Smiling, Sakura immediately stopped whatever it was she was doing and turned all her attention to her guest. "Yes, sir?" She probed pleasantly. "How may I help you?"
The older man couldn't help but smile at the girl's infectious cheer. "I would just like to check for any messsages. I am Monsieur Francois Certude at the Penthouse."
'Penthouse. Wow.' Sakura thought in awe to herself as she made a move to pick up the phone. "Let me check with the concierge, Mr. Certude." Punching in the local number for the hotel concierge, Sakura waited two rings before a deep male voice answered.
"Conscierge."
"Yes. Mr. Certude would like to check for messages."
"A Mr. Battali called. He says to tell Mr. Certude to meet him at the Blue Ale at ten AM today."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Thank you." Sakura placed the receiver down and turned back to her guest. "Concierge just informed me that a Mr. Battali wants to meet you at the Blue Ale at ten AM today, sir." She cheerfully informed the patron.
Mr. Certrude's emerald eyes twinkled. "Thank you, Miss. I have been waiting for that call. I would just go up to my suite and freshen up before I go and meet him. Can you by any chance give me directions to the Blue Ale when I finish my shower?"
The auburn-haired girl nodded dutifully. "Certainly, sir. Just let me know when you're leaving.(3)" The Blue Ale was just two blocks away from the hotel, which would make it easy for her to point him at the right direction.
Mr. Certrude thanked her profusely and left, his two bodyguards twin shadows behind him. As soon as he had left, Sakura felt Tomoyo, who had just came out of the Front Office in time to see Mr. Certrude walk off, poke her at the small of her back.
"Being the emissary for negotiations(4) sure does make a man buff, doesn't it?" Tomoyo observed as she watched the three forms enter the elevator with an almost predatory gleam in her dark eyes.
Sakura turned to her best friend in surprise. "Hoe? Is he the VIP we were preparing so frantically for?" She wanted to know as she peered at the three men.
The dark-haired woman nodded her head. "Uh-huh. Came in just a few minutes ahead of you last night." Tomoyo informed her softly. "The Penthouse, as well as the whole 24th floor, was closed off for him and his entire barage of hulking escorts." Her whole face suddenly scrunched up, as though remembering something unpleasant, as she went back to her place behind the computer. "I swear, his bodyguards are bigger than any man has the right to be, Sakura-chan!" She suddenly declared with a shudder.
Sakura rolled her eyes to the ceiling before swatting her friend on the arm. "Why is it that YOU notice EVERYTHING when it comes to MEN, huh, Tomoyo-chan?!" She cried as Tomoyo laughingly dodged her blows.
"I don't know." Tomoyo managed to gasp out between giggles as Sakura continued attacking her, now armed with handfuls of glossy brochures. "I'm just observant, I guess! Ouch, Sakura-chan! That hurts!"
*****
==Kinomoto Household, 6:10 AM==
Eriol soundlessly eased the door to Fujitaka's study open and couldn't help but smile when he found the professor sprawled on top of his desk, snoozing gently. He had come to tell the professor that Sakura had called and would be home a bit later than usual, since a VIP had requested a particular favor from her. Seeing that Kinomoto-san seemed to be taking some well-deserved rest, Eriol immediately closed the door and tiptoed away from the room. He had also been intending to tell the professor that he was leaving, but seeing the state Fujitaka was in, he figured a few hours more of missed sleep on his part would be fine. Not that he had anything important planned for the day.
Settling himself back on the couch, the English agent pulled his laptop back on his lap and surveyed the scrolling data in front of him.
Besides, he couldn't leave now even if his life depended on it.
He was minutes away from breaking the first of the hundreds of security codes protecting the Federation systems mainframe.
*****
==The Blue Ale, 9:54 am==
Li Syaoran's amber eyes scanned his surroundings like a hawk, searching for his target. The orders he had received earlier that morning stated that his assignment, Francois Certrude, would be meeting an acquaintance at the Blue Ale at ten hundred hours that day, flanked by his usual entourage of bodyguards. To any ordinary killer, Certrude might seem like a hard target, surrounded by escorts. But not for Syaoran.
Truth be told, this mission was a walk in the park by all means.
Downtown Tomoeda was packed with shoppers of all ages even at this early hour. Here and there people would jostle each other along the way, and, by the looks of it, it wouldn't be long until the pedestrian traffic jam starts. Blending in after the kill would be a breeze.
A fleet of black hooded cars came within the young assassin's line of vision, and he couldn't suppress the smile that graced his blank expression. These dignataries sure as hell didn't know how it is to travel incognito. Their black vehicles all but screamed 'Diplomat on board. Assassins fall in line'. He watched calmly from his spot a short distance away from the restaurant door as a hulking figure dressed all in black stepped out from the car, did a quick survey of his environment, before reaching inside the vehicle to assist someone out. Syaoran's eyes narrowed and purpose shone in their amber depths as he moved to position.
'Target on sight.' He murmured to himself as he watched the emerald-eyed old man inch his way out of the vehicle, his fat belly barely making the task any easier. Nonchalantly, Syaoran raised his pistol and undid the safety latch behind it, aiming for the kill.
Certrude casted a weary eye at the bustling crowd around him before motioning at his men to surround him.
Syaoran found his chance.
In the split second that Certrude turned to wave a hand at his bodyguards, the brown-haired assassin had already lined up his shot.
The world froze as Syaoran concentrated on his target, eyes locked on Certrude.
Bang.
Certrude dropped to the ground like a fallen tree, eyes wide open as blood gushed freely from the bullet hole on his forehead.
"Shit!" The receptionist of the Blue Ale suddenly shouted as she stared, wide-eyed, at the rapidly cooling corpse of the late Francois Certrude, emissary of negotiations of France.
As if this was a signal, everybody started to scream.
Syaoran calmly walked away from the mass panic, nonchalantly tucking his Beretta under his green long-sleeved shirt.
'Target eliminated.'
==TBC==
==I demand reviews for this one!!! It took me only about seven hours to finish writing it. Man, what POSSESSED me today?!
FOOTNOTES:
1. I've imagined the Federation to be a secret service organization which is not at all affiliated by the government. Think Mafia. The government knows it's there, but they can't do anything about it.
2. Can you just IMAGINE him?! *giggles* How KAWAII!!!
3. Lemme just explain this. I stated in the previous chapter that Sakura's shift ends at six. So, some of you might think, 'Now, how in hell can Sakura point the directions to Mr. Certrude when she punches out at six?'. In the hospitality industry, the employees have to adjust to every guest demand. If Mr. Certrude, a guest, and a VIP for crying out loud, wants Sakura to be the one to tell him where the Blue Ale is, then Sakura would just have to hang around the front office until Mr. Certrude is ready to leave. *shrugs at the stunned expressions on everyone's faces* That's hotel operations to you, people.
4. Hmm...how do I explain this? An emissary for negotiations is somewhat like a diplomat, whose main concern is to establish a peace talk between his country and another.
ASSASSIN by rei-chan
CHAPTER THREE: Side Job
==Room 602, The Renaissance, 3:20 am==
Li Syaoran quietly slid his key card in the slot and pushed the door of his room open, a ghost of a smile gracing his otherwise stolid features as he soundlessly made his way towards the interior of the room. His first order of business went quite well. Once the phone tap was in place the young assassin could easily monitor all of Kinomoto Fujitaka's calls. Installing a surveillance camera within the professor's household would be unneccessary. His orders were simple; eliminate Fujitaka Kinomoto, retrieve Operation RAGE, and be inconspuciously missing afterwards.
Besides, Syaoran wasn't planning on prolonging the professor's time.
He planned to just go for the kill as soon as the oppurtunity presents itself to him.
He plans to stalk the professor like the lone wolf he was knowned and trained to be, sure and meticulous.
He will make sure that Fujitaka dies in a professional manner.
His way.
Settling himself on the soft chair in front of the table, the young assassin silently pulled his laptop towards him and flipped the monitor up, watching impassively as the screen slowly flickered to life. He had developed the habit of constantly checking his inbox for new orders, ever since the Federation started assigning him the most dangerous ones. Usually, between missions, he is sent to accomplish two or more quick projects in broad daylight. And since the assassination of Kinomoto Fujitaka was given the grace period of one week by the commander, he had plenty of spare time.
Syaoran effortlessly typed in his private code as soon as the Federation logo started flashing, and let out a grunt as his inbox flashed open. As expected, a side job has been wired to him. Nothing complicated. The message contained a time, a place, a prefered date, and a request for him to make it seem like a government-planned assassination(1). Figures. Those hoodlums who usually seek the aide of the Federation always wanted to land the blame back on the government, wash their hands clean of the crime and rant the bombshell against Japan, unmindful of whose hands it was they were staining with blood...
The amber-eyed hitman smothered a derisive snort at the thought. 'Those bastards.' He commented darkly to himself as he forcefully maneuvered his mouse around.
An icon indicating that an attachment was contained within the file caught his attention, and he immediately clicked it open, wondering what it was. Within seconds a picture of his latest target appeared on the screen. Syaoran studied the distinguished features of the man he was going to assassinate intently when he noticed that the man's eye color was actually a beautiful shade of emerald. One corner of his mouth quirked up.
Interesting.
The face of the auburn-haired receptionist who had checked him in flashed across his mind, and he couldn't help but smirk at the memory of her hostility. He had a lot of fun toying with the pretty front office clerk. He knew right from the start, as soon as he had approached the front desk, that she was Fujitaka's daughter, Sakura. How could he not? Before checking in he had stopped by the Kinomotos to observe. He had seen the young woman playing ball with a two-year-old boy at their backyard, and she had piqued the young assassin's interest. True, he had gone to bed with dozens of women--you can't just help from doing so in the Federation barracks--but what struck him was the almost tangible air of innocence surrounding her. He was immediately fascinated by this, for the whores who constantly visit the barracks didn't have the same charisma.
It's just too bad that Kinomoto Sakura was his assignment's only daughter.
A set of visions suddenly threatened to send the young assassin into yet another round of self-loathing, but quickly he pushed aside the notion and concentrated on his work. While it would be easy to actually seduce the young girl into bed with him--he had done the same thing countless times before--he had sworn off getting involved with relatives of his subjects. Not after--
'Don't.'
He hastily shoved the memory aside and focused on reading his orders.
Now was not the time to dig up the ghosts from the pasts.
Especially now that he was in the middle of a job.
Shutting down his machine, Syaoran slowly picked himself up from the chair and plopped down on the well-made bed, his thoughts drifting back to the Kinomoto Fujitaka assignment. He was a bit curious as to what Operation RAGE really was. He had searched every cyber nook and cranny of the Federation Systems mainframe for the information, but with no such luck. The young assassin now wondered what was so important about Operation RAGE to cost the innocent professor's life.
Oh, well.
It really wasn't his place to ask.
'After all,' Syaoran mused as he pillowed his arms behind his head, 'Kinomoto Fujitaka's life meant another millions of dollars to my bank account.'
*****
==Kinomoto Household, 4:17 am==
Hiiragizawa Eriol pulled the door open to find a sleepy Kinomoto Touya standing in front of it, still clad in his pilot's uniform(2). Behind him, Eriol could see Touya's wife and oldest child both snoozing inside their car. Immediately, the English man invited him in.
"How was the flight, Touya-san?" Eriol asked as Touya stepped in the house and took of his shoes, setting his leather bag on the floor next to him.
The older Kinomoto shook his head in exhaustion. "Tiring." He mumbled thickly amidst a jaw-breaking yawn, waving a hand vaguely in the air as Eriol made a move to slide his coat off his shoulders. "Don't bother, Eriol-san. I won't stay long, anyway. I just came for Xiaran."
Eriol nodded once. "Right. He's sleeping in the guest bedroom. Do you want me to call your father for you?" He asked politely as Touya took a step towards the said bedroom.
Touya shook his head. "No." Noticing the funny look he was getting from the ever-polite man, Touya laughed. "I'll just say hello to Dad tomorrow evening. I'm really tired."
"If you say so."
Touya watched as his sister's boyfriend headed back to his place in the living room before dragging his aching body towards where his son was sleeping soundly. He genuinely liked Eriol. He was polite, smart, and decent. Most importantly, Touya knew he could readily count on the English man to protect his little sister in his absence.
And look after his overworked father, it seems.
Reaching the guest room, Touya slowly eased the door open and smiled as he caught sight of his youngest son sleeping soundly on the bed.
Also, Eriol made one hell of a babysitter whenever Sakura or his father was busy.
*****
==The Renaissance Hotel, Reception Area, 5:10 am==
Sakura was busy arranging the guest profile forms under the counter when a three heavy set figures stopped in front of the desk. "Miss?"
Smiling, Sakura immediately stopped whatever it was she was doing and turned all her attention to her guest. "Yes, sir?" She probed pleasantly. "How may I help you?"
The older man couldn't help but smile at the girl's infectious cheer. "I would just like to check for any messsages. I am Monsieur Francois Certude at the Penthouse."
'Penthouse. Wow.' Sakura thought in awe to herself as she made a move to pick up the phone. "Let me check with the concierge, Mr. Certude." Punching in the local number for the hotel concierge, Sakura waited two rings before a deep male voice answered.
"Conscierge."
"Yes. Mr. Certude would like to check for messages."
"A Mr. Battali called. He says to tell Mr. Certude to meet him at the Blue Ale at ten AM today."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Thank you." Sakura placed the receiver down and turned back to her guest. "Concierge just informed me that a Mr. Battali wants to meet you at the Blue Ale at ten AM today, sir." She cheerfully informed the patron.
Mr. Certrude's emerald eyes twinkled. "Thank you, Miss. I have been waiting for that call. I would just go up to my suite and freshen up before I go and meet him. Can you by any chance give me directions to the Blue Ale when I finish my shower?"
The auburn-haired girl nodded dutifully. "Certainly, sir. Just let me know when you're leaving.(3)" The Blue Ale was just two blocks away from the hotel, which would make it easy for her to point him at the right direction.
Mr. Certrude thanked her profusely and left, his two bodyguards twin shadows behind him. As soon as he had left, Sakura felt Tomoyo, who had just came out of the Front Office in time to see Mr. Certrude walk off, poke her at the small of her back.
"Being the emissary for negotiations(4) sure does make a man buff, doesn't it?" Tomoyo observed as she watched the three forms enter the elevator with an almost predatory gleam in her dark eyes.
Sakura turned to her best friend in surprise. "Hoe? Is he the VIP we were preparing so frantically for?" She wanted to know as she peered at the three men.
The dark-haired woman nodded her head. "Uh-huh. Came in just a few minutes ahead of you last night." Tomoyo informed her softly. "The Penthouse, as well as the whole 24th floor, was closed off for him and his entire barage of hulking escorts." Her whole face suddenly scrunched up, as though remembering something unpleasant, as she went back to her place behind the computer. "I swear, his bodyguards are bigger than any man has the right to be, Sakura-chan!" She suddenly declared with a shudder.
Sakura rolled her eyes to the ceiling before swatting her friend on the arm. "Why is it that YOU notice EVERYTHING when it comes to MEN, huh, Tomoyo-chan?!" She cried as Tomoyo laughingly dodged her blows.
"I don't know." Tomoyo managed to gasp out between giggles as Sakura continued attacking her, now armed with handfuls of glossy brochures. "I'm just observant, I guess! Ouch, Sakura-chan! That hurts!"
*****
==Kinomoto Household, 6:10 AM==
Eriol soundlessly eased the door to Fujitaka's study open and couldn't help but smile when he found the professor sprawled on top of his desk, snoozing gently. He had come to tell the professor that Sakura had called and would be home a bit later than usual, since a VIP had requested a particular favor from her. Seeing that Kinomoto-san seemed to be taking some well-deserved rest, Eriol immediately closed the door and tiptoed away from the room. He had also been intending to tell the professor that he was leaving, but seeing the state Fujitaka was in, he figured a few hours more of missed sleep on his part would be fine. Not that he had anything important planned for the day.
Settling himself back on the couch, the English agent pulled his laptop back on his lap and surveyed the scrolling data in front of him.
Besides, he couldn't leave now even if his life depended on it.
He was minutes away from breaking the first of the hundreds of security codes protecting the Federation systems mainframe.
*****
==The Blue Ale, 9:54 am==
Li Syaoran's amber eyes scanned his surroundings like a hawk, searching for his target. The orders he had received earlier that morning stated that his assignment, Francois Certrude, would be meeting an acquaintance at the Blue Ale at ten hundred hours that day, flanked by his usual entourage of bodyguards. To any ordinary killer, Certrude might seem like a hard target, surrounded by escorts. But not for Syaoran.
Truth be told, this mission was a walk in the park by all means.
Downtown Tomoeda was packed with shoppers of all ages even at this early hour. Here and there people would jostle each other along the way, and, by the looks of it, it wouldn't be long until the pedestrian traffic jam starts. Blending in after the kill would be a breeze.
A fleet of black hooded cars came within the young assassin's line of vision, and he couldn't suppress the smile that graced his blank expression. These dignataries sure as hell didn't know how it is to travel incognito. Their black vehicles all but screamed 'Diplomat on board. Assassins fall in line'. He watched calmly from his spot a short distance away from the restaurant door as a hulking figure dressed all in black stepped out from the car, did a quick survey of his environment, before reaching inside the vehicle to assist someone out. Syaoran's eyes narrowed and purpose shone in their amber depths as he moved to position.
'Target on sight.' He murmured to himself as he watched the emerald-eyed old man inch his way out of the vehicle, his fat belly barely making the task any easier. Nonchalantly, Syaoran raised his pistol and undid the safety latch behind it, aiming for the kill.
Certrude casted a weary eye at the bustling crowd around him before motioning at his men to surround him.
Syaoran found his chance.
In the split second that Certrude turned to wave a hand at his bodyguards, the brown-haired assassin had already lined up his shot.
The world froze as Syaoran concentrated on his target, eyes locked on Certrude.
Bang.
Certrude dropped to the ground like a fallen tree, eyes wide open as blood gushed freely from the bullet hole on his forehead.
"Shit!" The receptionist of the Blue Ale suddenly shouted as she stared, wide-eyed, at the rapidly cooling corpse of the late Francois Certrude, emissary of negotiations of France.
As if this was a signal, everybody started to scream.
Syaoran calmly walked away from the mass panic, nonchalantly tucking his Beretta under his green long-sleeved shirt.
'Target eliminated.'
==TBC==
==I demand reviews for this one!!! It took me only about seven hours to finish writing it. Man, what POSSESSED me today?!
FOOTNOTES:
1. I've imagined the Federation to be a secret service organization which is not at all affiliated by the government. Think Mafia. The government knows it's there, but they can't do anything about it.
2. Can you just IMAGINE him?! *giggles* How KAWAII!!!
3. Lemme just explain this. I stated in the previous chapter that Sakura's shift ends at six. So, some of you might think, 'Now, how in hell can Sakura point the directions to Mr. Certrude when she punches out at six?'. In the hospitality industry, the employees have to adjust to every guest demand. If Mr. Certrude, a guest, and a VIP for crying out loud, wants Sakura to be the one to tell him where the Blue Ale is, then Sakura would just have to hang around the front office until Mr. Certrude is ready to leave. *shrugs at the stunned expressions on everyone's faces* That's hotel operations to you, people.
4. Hmm...how do I explain this? An emissary for negotiations is somewhat like a diplomat, whose main concern is to establish a peace talk between his country and another.