DISCLAIMER: I do not own either of the movies in the Hostel series, nor am I affiliated with them in any manner whatsoever. This is just fanfiction.
Chapter 2: Car Ride, pt. 1
The engine hummed steadily as the car went down the road towards the compound. It jumped occasionally as it hit various bumps and holes in the road. The faint sound of idle chatter in the car could be heard from the trunk. It had been only a few minutes, but Jordan was already getting uncomfortable lying in this position. I can't believe I'm doing this again...
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After Jordan got off the phone with his contact, he walked over to the bookcase. Be ready for ANYTHING, he said. Yeah, I know what that means!
Pulling three books out, he reached his hand inside the opening for a moment and pulled it back out. The bookcase started moving to the left, exposing a hidden storage cabinet in the wall. Jordan then turned the dial on the door until he heard a click, and it came open. He looked inside and sighed, shaking his head.
"It's time."
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Damn! Even I have never experience anything this weird before. Ha, "weird" is an understatement. More like freakish! Why am I getting so unsettled? This isn't like me at all! Jordan couldn't understand why this was getting him so out of sorts. He had been in worse situations before, but something had been bothering him ever since he got to the town. It shouldn't have bothered him, especially considering what a lovely little town it was. Jordan could see why Richard found it so charming. I wonder how many pictures he took! He snickered quietly. Of course, maybe that was the problem...maybe it was a little too perfect. Especially that hostel!
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Jordan stepped through the door of the hostel with his suitcase and looked around. The room was huge, with a high ceiling, a chandelier, and lots of fancy furniture. Dozens of young people in their early- to mid-20s were going back and forth. Ha, now that's high class! He looked around until he saw the front desk and walked up to it.
"Hello and welcome! May I help you?" said the desk clerk in a thick Slovakian accent. It was a very nerdy looking guy, same age as most of the guests, with glasses. Something about him, his voice and his manner gave Jordan the creeps.
"Yes, I'd like a room, please." Jordan kept his eye on the guy.
"For how many nights?"
"I'm not sure...three, at least."
"That's okay. We have a room for you." The desk clerk flipped through his record book and started writing in it, and Jordan noticed that he was left-handed. "I'll just need you to turn in your passport."
Turn in my passport? That's fucked up as hell! And the other guests here actually go along with that? What naïve and trusting kids! Jordan thought. Still, he pulled out a passport and handed it to the desk guy.
The desk clerk looked at it for a second and said, "Thank you, Mr., um, Samuel Johnson. Your room is down that hall, the fourth one on the left." He pointed towards a hallway. He opened a drawer, also with his left hand, pulled out a key, and handed it to Jordan. "Here is your key. Please enjoy your stay."
Jordan walked down the hall and started to use the key, but he realized the door was already open. He walked in and saw two beautiful young women changing clothes. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he said. "I must have the wrong room."
"No, no!" The redhead said sweetly. "You are in ze right room." She pointed to a bed near the wall, "Zat must be your bed!"
"Oh, okay." Jordan replied. Mixed-gender rooming? This is weird. I'd better just play along. He turned back to the redhead and said "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is, uh, Samuel Johnson. And you two are…?"
The redhead smiled and said "I'm Zlata, and zis is my friend Milena." She pointed to her blond friend, who smiled widely at Jordan.
"Pleased to meet you," Jordan said, and he started to put his stuff away. He put his suitcase on the bed and opened it up. First, he pulled out his backpack and set it aside. Next, he put the remainder of his stuff into his safe, set a unique combination, and then shut it. You never know what might get stolen in a place like this! Finally, he put on his backpack and started to leave the room, but one of the women stopped him.
Milena put her arm around him and told him "Ve vere just about to go down to ze spa and vere hoping you would join us!"
Jordan started to remove her arm, saying "I'd love to, but I have a few errands to run."
Then, Zlata came up in front of him and put both hands on his shoulders, almost pressing her body against his. "Oh, come on, Samuel. Eet vill be so much fun." She then smiled devilishly. "Eef you are lucky, zere vill be no one zere, and you just might have us all to yourself."
Jordan smiled and removed himself from their grasp. "Really, it sounds like fun, but I simply have to go do this stuff. Maybe some other time?" Shit! Ever heard of "personal space"? Without waiting for an answer, he said "goodbye" and headed towards the door. Suddenly, an idea hit him. He turned around and said "Hey, ladies?"
"Yes?" they replied in unison.
Jordan pulled out his wallet and removed a picture of Richard and showed it to them. "Have you seen this young man recently?"
They took the photo and looked at it. Jordan was sure he could see Zlata's eyes widen for a split second. However, she simply handed the photo back and said "No, sorry, ve haven't seen him." Milena also shook her head.
"Well, okay," he said. "Thank you, anyway." He left the room and went back to the front desk. Jordan rang the bell, and the desk clerk came up to him.
"Yes, may I help you?" he asked.
Jordan asked him "Did you have a Richard Morris staying here recently?"
"No, sorry."
"Are you sure? Maybe you should check your books?"
"Okay," the desk clerk nonchalantly replied. He opened up the books and quickly flipped through a few pages. Jordan could tell that he was not seriously looking. "Sorry, your friend was not here."
Jordan showed him the photo. "Does this look familiar to you?"
"Sorry, it doesn't. Do you need anything else?"
"No," said Jordan, shaking his head. "That's all."
"Bye, have a nice day." The desk clerk smiled.
The little shit's not telling me everything he knows, obviously! Jordan thought. No one is! Oh well, I'll just have to start investigating. I'll get my fucking answers, one way or another! He headed toward the door, opened it up, and stepped outside. Now, let's see, where in this town would Richard go? He started walking.
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Jordan sighed, thinking about how insane this trip had been so far. The hostel itself. The beautiful, fancy hostel with the beautiful, fancy women. Ha! Something tells me the hostel is the least of my worries.