10-02-2020, 10:17 PM
(Continued from Delivered)
The car pulled away from the busy street after Jay and his escort (the burly, grim government spook type – not the fun type) were deposited on the sidewalk. People dressed in a range of business attire pushed through. Ahead, doors opened by the hands of uniformed doormen. He looked around like something would explain their location, but other than the name of the hotel etched into the glass, he was stunned to silence. It was curiosity as much as any look from the agent that won his compliance. It wasn’t often he was dropped off at such a block.
The lobby floor was marble. Holo-screens and chandeliers lit the interior. A woman in a red suit looked at him as she passed, but her expression was one of annoyance than anything Jay’s best smile could disarm.
The elevator was shared with more fancy people in suits. Downtown Moscow City, a rich district of Moscow towering with the spires of powerful businesses. Last time he was in the city, he didn’t make it over here often, although the skyline could be seen from a great distance. The elevator stopped at one of the upper levels, revealing a comfortable lounge with comfortable seatings, tables, and a beautiful bar. The name etched into the wall was unknown to him, but as Jay was shown to a table, he quite clearly recognized the bottles on display. Talk about top-shelf shit. Hope it wasn’t too early to start drinking. Then again, he was still on States-time.
Unfortunately, they passed through the lounge without stopping, excluding the moment he was halted in his tracks by the view.
He was shown to a semi-private room. The agent took up a place at the threshold only to gesture that Jay enter unaccompanied. About this time, he had a dozen names in his head of who may be waiting within. He blinked, looked over his shoulder one last time for hints of danger, and cautiously entered.
But it was empty. He turned back, jaw agape, gesturing with a very clear ‘what the hell?’ look on his face when the agent adjusted his jacket. “Mister Kane will be with you shortly,” he explained and subsequently ignored him thereafter.
Mister Kane?
Jay had no fucking clue who that was. But since he was going to wait, might as well enjoy the amenities. He went directly to the decanter of whiskey and poured himself a glass.
The car pulled away from the busy street after Jay and his escort (the burly, grim government spook type – not the fun type) were deposited on the sidewalk. People dressed in a range of business attire pushed through. Ahead, doors opened by the hands of uniformed doormen. He looked around like something would explain their location, but other than the name of the hotel etched into the glass, he was stunned to silence. It was curiosity as much as any look from the agent that won his compliance. It wasn’t often he was dropped off at such a block.
The lobby floor was marble. Holo-screens and chandeliers lit the interior. A woman in a red suit looked at him as she passed, but her expression was one of annoyance than anything Jay’s best smile could disarm.
The elevator was shared with more fancy people in suits. Downtown Moscow City, a rich district of Moscow towering with the spires of powerful businesses. Last time he was in the city, he didn’t make it over here often, although the skyline could be seen from a great distance. The elevator stopped at one of the upper levels, revealing a comfortable lounge with comfortable seatings, tables, and a beautiful bar. The name etched into the wall was unknown to him, but as Jay was shown to a table, he quite clearly recognized the bottles on display. Talk about top-shelf shit. Hope it wasn’t too early to start drinking. Then again, he was still on States-time.
Unfortunately, they passed through the lounge without stopping, excluding the moment he was halted in his tracks by the view.
He was shown to a semi-private room. The agent took up a place at the threshold only to gesture that Jay enter unaccompanied. About this time, he had a dozen names in his head of who may be waiting within. He blinked, looked over his shoulder one last time for hints of danger, and cautiously entered.
But it was empty. He turned back, jaw agape, gesturing with a very clear ‘what the hell?’ look on his face when the agent adjusted his jacket. “Mister Kane will be with you shortly,” he explained and subsequently ignored him thereafter.
Mister Kane?
Jay had no fucking clue who that was. But since he was going to wait, might as well enjoy the amenities. He went directly to the decanter of whiskey and poured himself a glass.
Only darkness shows you the light.