Just Outside Kenzi's Suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday Afternoon

[gunslingerpose]

It had taken Nikolai and that-one-cook-with-his-memory some time to find a cop who actually remembered being a cop, and, while he had side-eyed the uniforms somewhat, he had to commend the small handful of troopers who had arrived when he'd reported the fraudulent credit cards and the attempt to pull one over on the hotel. They'd taken his statement, looked into the papers he'd provided, and double-checked to make certain that the card that had been declined yesterday had, in fact, been reported as stolen.

And now came the fun part.

Nikolai rapped his knuckles against the door while the troopers shuffled out of sight of the peep hole.

"Maid service."

Yeah, he had no idea what his job was strictly supposed to be, but if it involved more arrests, Nikolai would be okay with that.

[OOC: For that fraud!]