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Natasha will wake up in a few hours.” Tia interrupts.
    “That’s not—” I say.
    “IT WAS BOTH CHEZAREI AND NATASHA!? Way to go Cole! I had hopes but they weren’t that high!” Tia says, interrupting again.
    “Let me fini—” I try to say.
    “You don’t have to worry about something like that! It doesn’t matter where you finished. Just call down to the concierge and have them bring you a morning-after pill, or two as applicable.” Tia says and I nearly face-palm in response.
    “The other thing I called—” I say.
    “YOU GOT TO TRY THE OTHER HOLE TOO!?” Tia exclaims.
    “WHAT!?” I finally got to finish one.
    “What naughty girls! Was it Natasha or Chezarei? If she really is a mini me, then my money is on Natasha. But if it was Chezarei, I swear I didn’t teach her that. The other things however…” Tia says.
    “I’m hanging up now.” I say.
    “Glad I could help Cole! Talk to you later! Oh, and if they don’t wake up in a few hours, check for a pulse and then call me; we’ll go from there. You may want to call down to the front desk and see how much bleach and lye they have, just in case things go south.” 2 Tia says as I hang up.
    I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. That conversation just raised far more questions than it answered. I’ll call Sara, like I should have done in the first place.
    “Uh, Cole? We might have a problem.” Natasha says.
    “What kind of problem?” I ask with my eyes still closed.
    “The ‘beach elevator security camera is malfunctioning’ kind.” Natasha replies.
    “I’ll go check it out; stay here and guard the room. Cheza, stay in the room.” I tell them.
    I step over the bodies, go out the busted door , and carefully head down the hall to the left. I get to the elevator and see that it is coming up. This elevator is exclusively for this floor and the floor below it so this could be bad…or it could be some rich kids and their mom. I decide to be prepared just in case; then I get an awesome idea.
    I pull out the Sic dagger and wedge it between the doors to pry them open. This way, if the elevator stops on sixteen, no problem; if it keeps going however...It seems that luck is on my side as the door dings on the sixteenth floor. I’m glad that I can relax now.
    “Shit for brains, it’s the seventeenth floor, not the sixteenth!” someone in the car says.
    Why me? The car starts moving slowly up to this floor and I execute my plan. As the top of the car passes by, I silently step on. I see the emergency hatch is at the back of the car: perfect. I quietly open it as the door dings. I peer in and see three men carrying P90 submachine guns. All I know about the P90 is from video games and in every one that I’ve played, it kicks considerably more ass than the MP5 and its magazine is also around twice the size. The stakes in this just got a little higher.
    They move quietly out of the car as I drop down behind them. They are moving carefully down the hall in a ‘winner’s podium’ type formation (2-1-3). I step up behind ‘third place’ and I stab the Sic dagger through his spinal column, severing it completely and cutting off all sound. I lower his body quietly to the ground. While slowly and silently walking across the hall to the guy on the left, I find myself thinking that the leader is doing a shit job. Aren’t there supposed to be hand motions or at least some confirmation that your team isn’t way behind you, letting you go on alone to ‘feel out the situation’ while they smoke weed with some local strippers; or in this case, dead?
    Of course, as I’m thinking this and closing in on second guy, the leader turns around and his eyes go wide with surprise. Now that stealth is out and I don’t have to worry about noise or air displacement, I speed up and off number two. I grab the guy, using him as a shield as I rush toward the leader, until something catches me off guard. Looking over my shield’s shoulder, I see that the