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Ok so I talked to Giles. Turns out he does need some help. Needs me to keep tabs on a General Starling. His name, it's so familiar, but I have no idea who he is. Mr. Giles also wants me to watch after his daughter a Miss Lee. She's 18 years old and lives in a nearby hotel. I believe it's called the Hyperion. I followed Mr. Giles to the hotel.
I parked the hummer. And walked up the stairs to the hotel, following Mr. Giles. The soldier in me, still very alert. I was casing the places, how many exits, how easy it would be to attack. And then how hard it would be do defend against an attack. All these thoughts running through my head.
Wonder what's going on. I haven't really got the brief on what exactly has happened. First hand would be a good thing to hear. But hopefully it wouldn't mean I would have to share about my past. Because it's just that. My past. Where it should stay.
We came to the entryway, and walked into the hotel. I moved the gun around my waist. Feeling nervous, entering a new territory, never knew what to expect.
Mr. Giles had told me a little of what to expect. But it wasn't nearly enough information.
Here goes nothing.
I parked the hummer. And walked up the stairs to the hotel, following Mr. Giles. The soldier in me, still very alert. I was casing the places, how many exits, how easy it would be to attack. And then how hard it would be do defend against an attack. All these thoughts running through my head.
Wonder what's going on. I haven't really got the brief on what exactly has happened. First hand would be a good thing to hear. But hopefully it wouldn't mean I would have to share about my past. Because it's just that. My past. Where it should stay.
We came to the entryway, and walked into the hotel. I moved the gun around my waist. Feeling nervous, entering a new territory, never knew what to expect.
Mr. Giles had told me a little of what to expect. But it wasn't nearly enough information.
Here goes nothing.