Chapter 3
Rommie walked into the nearest hotel. Thank god for commonwealth money, even androids could have a nice place to stay, and maybe re-charge and try to fix that darn hole.
"Thank you, m'am, your room is up the stairs and to your left." He looked at her strangely. "You're an android." She wasn't in the mood to deal with idiots, she wanted Harper, and she wanted him NOW.
"Thank you, captain obvious." If she couldn't have Harper, at least she had a little of his personality. Which scared her almost as much as the Magog. "Do you have a battery charger?"
"Yeah, but I don't know how much good it'll do you." He replied, looking at the crater in her midsection. After her "You did not just go there" look, he decided that handing it over without further ado was probably a good idea. She just took it and walked to her room.
Beka's POV
"If I were Dylan, where would I go?" she muttered as she was walking down the crowded streets.
She eyed a ritzy hotel on a sidestreet. "Guess it's worth a try." She said as she walked in.
"Excuse me, do you have a Dylan Hunt?" she asked in her sexiest voice.
"I'm sorry; we can't give out that information."
She pouted. "But he's my fiancée, and we were supposed to spend the night here."
"Would you like me to call his room?"
"Oh, yes, please!" she said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
"Hold on. Yes, Mr. Hunt. Your fiancée is down here... do you want me to send her up?"
He turned to her. "What did you say your name was?"
"Valentine." She could hear Dylan on the other end. "Well why the hell didn't you say that in the first place?"
He hung up the phone looking a bit pale. "Room 87." She walked away without a backward glance.