The windshield had enough grime to offer a decent bit of cover from the people milling around in front of the hotel three buildings down the street. They circled a nonfunctioning fountain in the center of a courtyard of black tiles with bronze lines inlaid in diamond patterns around it. Across the main archway, the shadow of letters spelling “Echelon Guest Suites” remained, drawn in less advanced corrosion compared to the rest of the surface. It was anyone’s guess how long ago the locals shot the letters off the wall. “The bastard even squats first class,” grumbled Dorian. “Wait here; I’ll go check it out.” She opened her mouth. “No arguments.” He held a finger up. “This is your idea; you suggested I scout, I am going to scout. I want you to stay right here, hide in the van, and be alive when I come back.” She closed her mouth. “Good, now that we have an understanding…”
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