[Just because he's not running doesn't mean it'll be slow. Swift pace and they are heading right to that questionable neighborhood. THey take cash. They don't ask for names. Larry heads to the first door. The man at the desk is old and whiskery. He's safe behind metal grating. Yep. This is their place. The old man takes a look over his shoulder to see if the kid is following.
Of course he is. Part of the game.
Cash down through the slot. Maybe too much, but whatever.]
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Of course he is. Part of the game.
Cash down through the slot. Maybe too much, but whatever.]
The number of the room is on the key. Upstairs.