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And I’ll put you in a big Sherlock role player master list on this blog , this will be a good place to promote you and your blog and will act as a directory. Original characters welcome.

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"And if I seem dangerous, would you be scared?"

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Send me a Symbol

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
☎: For a drunk phone call.
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?
♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?
✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?
★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?
☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?
♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?
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Unbeknownst to Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler, Mycroft Holmes is having them kept under surveillance as they work together to dismantle Moriarty’s network and is seeing far more than he cares to in the process.

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AU!Verse! // Life in the Country: Nick’s Holiday in Surrey // Nicholas Benson & Irene Adler

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AU!Verse! // Life in the Country: Nick’s Holiday in Surrey // Nicholas Benson & Irene Adler

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Nicholas stared at Irene when she finally turned her attention to him, and he was a little heartbroken when she spoke in her detached manner to him. It was as if she did not know him, and for a moment he felt lost himself, unsure what to say to her. Then he realised she was just distraught over the loss of everything which was important to her in her life; her book shop slash flat, with all her personal belongings and the things her gran had left her. 

He sighed and pulled himself out of his melancholy reverie and smiled softly at her, as he reached out and grasped her hands in his. He spoke in his low baritone voice, to keep her calm and try to help her relax. “Hello, my darling Irene,” he started to say and then kissed her lips softly before he pulled her into a warm embrace.

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Nicholas kissed the top of her soft hair and inhaled her sweet scent. He always felt intoxicated by her scent, and the way her body felt against his. He loved her so much, and wanted her to be all right, for he was so saddened for her. He knew he had to be strong, him and Luke had to take care of her now, and see that whomever did this would be turned to justice. “I do not want anything but to make sure you are all right and to look after you, my love. I shall be cooking us something to eat soon, as I have just returned from the market with some messages and other things for our new - abode. I can open a bottle of wine and I shall look after you, just as you have done for me. Will you come inside with me now, my sweet?” 

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Nick sat in his Penthouse suite waiting for Irene to return to her own room, and he had ordered himself something to eat, fresh baked salmon with wild rice and fresh asparagus. He had a kitchen there, but he did not feel like cooking at that moment, for he was too tense to even think about doing anything but wait for her. 

So when the knock came upon the door, he called out for the man to enter with his cart of food. He looked up and watched as the man moved into the suite and slid the cart in front of him on the small arm chair. He turned his laptop away from the young man’s prying eyes and smiled at him. He reached over to his wallet and pulled out the money for the food and a generous tip, then bowed his head when the boy left, closing the door behind him. He ate his food slowly while he watched the television, something on the American BBC station, a Doctor Who marathon. At least that made him feel a little more like he was at home. He missed Francis terribly now, and knew he would not sleep much that night, plus, he wanted to keep a close watch on Irene to see what she was doing there in New York. He knew she had come there to hide from Moriarty and now that that dolt, Sherlock was dead, he would not have to be troubled by the consulting detective dogging him anymore. 

So it was about ten minutes after he stared eating his meal, he heard a sound on the laptop coming from the video chips he had placed inside Irene’s room. He put down his fork for a moment, and sipped his glass of ice water, as he turned the laptop toward him. He watched as Irene entered her room carrying bags from the many designer shops in the City, and sighed. What was she up to now? 

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"Hmm, going somewhere nice, Irene? Let’s see if you will tell me more of what you’re doing, eh, you little witch," Nick said to himself, as he sipped more of his water and ate more food. He watched her with the video equipment as she carried her bags into her bedroom and threw them on top of the duvet. He smiled when she ordered a very extravagant meal for herself and realised she had not changed, this Woman still craved the finer things in life and must have had a lot of money stored away if she was spending it so foolishly. “Way to keep a low profile, woman. If you want to stay hidden, then you should not be going to all those shops and putting your face out there." 

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Nick found himself talking to himself, yet again, and he sighed loudly as he ran his hand through his blond curls in exasperation. Well, fuck, there was no one else there to talk to, was there? Thanks to his boss, he would not let Francis join him. So he had to amuse himself somehow, right. Maybe he would go for a swim in the pool on this floor, it’s not like he would know anyone. Irene had her own swimming pool on her part of the hotel. For now, he watched her as she spoke to the food service and waited for her own food to arrive. He finished off his own food and watched as the Woman kicked off her shoes and smiled when she had the same channel on as himself. Well, they were British, and would enjoy those type of shows right. 

Nick wanted a drink so badly, but he did not want to move from the seat in front of the laptop, then decided to carry it with him to the bar. He placed it on the counter and just as he mixed his vodka and coke with ice, he turned his gaze back to the laptop when he heard Irene’s phone dinging with a message. Who the hell knew she was there beside him? This was really weird to him, and so he opened up the video program and zoomed in on her mobile. He smiled when he saw who the incoming text was from. “No, how can that be? You’re dead. What the fuck is going on here?” He asked himself, as he kept the video centered on Irene’s mobile. 

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He growled as he watched the entire text conversation, and cursed himself and Moriarty for believing this man to be dead. Truth be told, his boss had pulled off his own coup, in pretending to shoot himself in front of the dolt, Holmes on that rooftop. While it was Nick who helped him pull that one off, he had given him a fake blood packet for him to bite down on with the fake bullets. So when Moriarty hit the concrete, the blood packet fell from his mouth and opened up beneath his head to make it appear he had blown a hole in his head. By the time anyone came there to collect Moriarty’s body, he had helped his boss up and they left London for a time to hide in the country for a while. Not even Moran knew of his boss being alive, it was just Nick, and Francis, who waited in the car to get them out of there. 

Nick was angry now, no, he was fucking pissed off about how this bastard, this slippery Sherlock Holmes had also faked his own death. He moved to the sofa and picked up his mobile then sent a frantic message to Moriarty. 

{outgoing text} Moriarty. That dolt, Sherlock Holmes is alive! Irene Adler is having text convo with him now. I have it all on video. NB

He pressed the send button and waited impatiently for his boss’ reply, as he kept his eyes on the laptop screen as he watched her flirting with the man over text messages. He wondered how  long this bitch knew Holmes was alive, and if he was, did that mean he was there in New York too. Was the bastard watching him, watching Irene? He jumped and yelped when his phone bleeped with an incoming message, which he opened with shaking hands. 

{incoming text} Hmm, that doesn’t surprise me that Sherly faked his own death too. JM

{incoming text} Well then, Benson, it looks like you will have gifts to bring home to Daddy, doesn’t it? Don’t fuck this mission up now. Just get your nerves settled, boyo, and finish the job. JM

{incoming text} If you need back up let me know. I will send one of my other men to help you. No need to reply. JM

Nick sighed and tossed his phone angrily on the counter top, as he downed his drink in one go and placed the glass on the counter. His boss had once again called him out, knowing full well what he was feeling like now. He was so fucking unnerved by this, he wanted to punch a hole in the wall, no, he wanted to put a bullet in both their heads. He knew he would have to if they gave him even the slightest amount of trouble. 

He turned back to the laptop and saw Irene invite Holmes to New York and he grinned. “Yes, that’s right, you fucking cheating bitch, invite your little boyfriend to New York. You’re both going to have the surprise of your stupid fucking lives.” He spoke to himself, as he poured himself just a two dram full of vodka, downed it, then wiped the back of his mouth with his hand. 

Nick smiled again when she saw Irene’s next text message to Holmes, and how she was going to Opera the following night at the Metropolitan. “Oh, goody, I get to sit through some Italian Opera and listen to them caterwauling all night about loss and heartache. It looks like I’ll be joining you and your lover for the night, Irene Adler. I’m glad I packed a nice suit with me for this trip. I wish Francis were here with me now, he could help keep me calm with a nice rough shag session. Ah well, I think I will go for that swim now, to get my nerves all straight again.” 

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He watched as Irene and Holmes sent their sickening little sweet good night message to each other and then the texts stopped. Had he missed something? Why was Irene taking out her 9mm handgun from  her purse? Oh, shit, had that fucking bastard Sherlock told her someone was tracking her. Brilliant. Oh, he would have so much fun with these two before he brought them home to London again. “Well, two can play that fucking game, you bitch,” he said, as he stood up from the barstool and moved to his suitcase on the small table.

Nick unzipped the private part on the bottom which concealed his trusty .45 magnum pistol, and checked to see that it was loaded. Well, the swim would have to wait for now, and he realised there was a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. So he would sit in there and try to relax for a while. He moved back to the laptop and watched as Irene climbed into her bed with her gun beside her on her pillow. Aw, did that make her feel safe? Did the bitch really believe he would steal away into her room now? He was a professional spy, damn it, he would do this the right way.

He immediately called up the website and purchased a ticket for the Opera on the following night, then moved into his bathroom, with the laptop in tow. For the next hour or so, he soaked in the warm, calming water of the Jacuzzi, to calm his nerves. But he kept a close watch on Irene’s room, just in case Holmes showed up.

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Once he was satisfied she was alone now, he moved from the water and dressed himself in his boxers and a t-shirt and then slid into his own comfortable bed. He needed to be well rested for the next day, as he had to follow Irene around the city, using his stealth of course, so that  meant being well rested. 

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The following morning, early, Irene rose quickly. Trying to pack her things as silently as she could. Taking a moment to copy down the few phone numbers she had in her phone, she took out the battery and tossed it in the trash, the went about dismantling the thing completely, leaving the pieces in the room scattered between trash cans.

Packed and dressed, she made her way to the lobby.

"We are so sorry to see you go, was everything okay?" The front desk manager asked her.

"Fine, just… family emergency." She said quickly. If you don’t mind I need to catch the next flight to Heathrow airport.” She smiled a sad smile and hoped that it would convince them to move faster.

"Allow us to dive you to the airport, at the very least."

Irene thought for a moment.

"Yes, that would be very kind. Thank you." She smiled again.

Several minutes later, she was in the car on the way to the airport. Checking as they drove for cars following her. It was hard to tell in New York traffic. So many taxi cabs it was hard to keep track.

"May we make a quick stop at a convenience store please?" She asked the driver. The man affirmed and pulled into a 7-11. Jumping out she walked in, grabbed some mints, a bottle of water and a pay as you go phone with multiple cards. She paid for her purchases with cash and got back into the car.It took a moment to set up her phone, It was dead, but she plugged it into the cigarette lighter in the back of the car to charge.

Once at the airport, she walked into the terminals and looked at the boards before walking over to one of the many waiting chairs. These had plugs as well. Plugging the phone in once more , she found it had enough power to turn it on. Keeping her eyes darting about, she waited till she could seed a text.

IA, new number

Waiting for what seemed forever, she got a text back. Sighing as she read it, she punched in her reply.

Is this necessary? -IA

*Ding*

"Of course it is."

Of course I’ll help you. I’m just, uneasy about this.  - IA

*Ding*

"I trust this man." she told herself.

Unplugging the phone, she gathered her things and made her way to the taxi stand. Hailing a cab she gave him the address for a building blocks away. It took some time to get there, but she paid the cabbie, walked through the shopping center to the court yard where three hotels sat on the other sides of the yard. Choosing one at random, she checked into a room under her current name. Then left and went to another hotel and checked in under the name Sherlock gave her. Once in her room she immediately swept if for bugs, listening devices or cameras. Nothing.

Texting the number she told him she was safe and would await further messages. Sitting on the bed, she sighed missing her old room. 

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Nick was up at sunrise the next morning, not wanting to miss his target, Irene Adler, should she try to give him the slip. He had his laptop on the table, with the video program, but his bags were packed up, as if he expected her to make a bunk for it and leave New York. If she had suspected someone was following her, than he could easily blow this mission and miss getting her back to London, where Moriarty waited for him. Now that that dolt, Sherlock Holmes was back in the picture, he would probably tell her to leave as quickly as she could. 

So it was, that he watched her waking up once the sun was up, and he could see she was nervously packing her bag. “Oh, so you think you’re going to give me the slip, do you, Irene Adler?” He said, once again talking to himself, as he stood up from the table, packed up his laptop and threw it into his shoulder bag. “I don’t bloody think so, woman, I’m ready for you, and you will not get away from me.” 

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Nick watched as she dismantled her mobile phone in a mad furry, placing all the pieces around the room. He laughed and clapped his hands together, and could see she was in a flurry to leave. He was not going to let her slip through his fingers, not this time, he would get her, and bring her back to London, even if it killed him.

He sighed as he closed down the video and audio programs in her room, and then shut down the laptop. Then he grabbed his own bags and used the stairs to keep himself hidden from her, as he made his way down to the lobby. He gave them a perfect excuse for checking out, saying he had to return home, because a family member was suddenly in hospital. He told the clerk not to worry about the money, but that he had to leave, quickly, and they understood. He hid himself behind one of the alcoves in the hotel and waited for Irene to come down to the lobby. Low and behold, there she was, and he smiled when he saw her for the first time. She had a look of panic on her face when she spoke to the clerk, and told him she needed a car to the airport. “Really?” He said to himself, as he listened in on the conversation. “Where do you think you’re going, woman? I don’t bloody think so, you daft woman. You’re nicked, pun intended.”

Nick moved out to one of the many hired cars parked out in front of the hotel and thew his bags in the back. He told the driver to follow the yellow cab Irene and stepped into, and paid the man one hundred dollars when he kicked up a fuss. “Just do it, mate! I’m a personal detective, and that woman’s husband hired me to follow her. He suspects her of cheating, and came to New York to meet her lover.” 

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"Oh, well, in that case, hold on, pal. I’ll get you to her, don’t worry. I’m a fucking good driver, we won’t lose her. My name’s Dave, what’s yours, man?” the New York man said, his accent thick and heavier than Nick’s own British one. 

"Yeah, thanks, mate, appreciate it. Name’s Nick. It’s nice to meet you, Dave, now can you just zip it and drive, please? Oh, and just so you know, there’s another hundred in it for you when you do get to her," Nick added, and sat back with his seat belt buckled as they raced through the streets of the City and the man followed the yellow cab. He had dressed in his red leather jacket today, and in case of a needed disguise, he brought along his small red hat, to keep his face hidden as best he could. He really needed to be as inconspicuous as he could be for this mission, so as not to - fuck it up - as Moriarty had told him. 

Nick was lost in his thoughts, when the car suddenly stopped a little ways behind the yellow cab. He growled when his head slammed into the front of the driver’s seat, and he leaned forward to ask the driver why he had stopped, when the man pointed out the front window to where Irene had gotten out to make her way into a convenience store.

"Bollocks! What the bloody hell is she doing now?" he asked, his voice laced with venom, as he rubbed his forehead where it had hit hard into the back of the driver’s seat. He didn’t really want an answer, but he got one from the man anyway.

"Well, maybe she had to make a pee break, or something. You know how women are, their bodies aren’t as strong as men’s are," Dave said, as he stared at the good looking young man in the rear view mirror. He realised Luke really didn’t want to hear his answer, he was more talking to himself by the glare those blue eyes gave his own brown ones. “Sorry, Nick, buddy, that was out of line. Sometimes my mouth gets the best of me." 

"Not a problem, Dave. Please just shut up now and pay attention for when she comes out of there. We’ll need to move quickly again," Nick intoned, as he glared at the man and drummed his fingers against the back of Dave’s seat while he waited impatiently for Irene to exit the shop. 

He looked up when Dave called out that she was coming out, and Nick stared out the window to see why she had stopped there. He saw that she was carrying a square box and a bottle of water, and he smiled when he realised she had bought a new mobile. “Oh, she is a tricky one, she is. Thinks she can outsmart me,” Nick mused, and stared at Dave, who was looking at him in the rear view mirror. He rolled his eyes at the man and motioned for him to drive again. 

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Nick was confused when the yellow cab stopped at the airport, but he told Dave to wait for him, in case she tried to give him the slip again. He promised to give him five hundred dollars if he did this for him, and was satisfied he had bought the man’s trust, as everyone loved money now a days.

So it was, that he took his bags and laptop pouch with him and moved through the airport. He dogged her just close enough to see what she was doing, and he stood behind another pillar about twenty feet from where she had sat down. Seemingly to charge her new mobile. He was quiet and did not make any sudden moves, as he watched her send more text messages. To her precious Sherlock Holmes, no doubt. That jacked up bastard had nearly ruined his mission by making her leave so quickly. Oh, but the two of  them did not know it was Nick following her, and how was really good he was at his job. 

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Nick was startled when several minutes later, Irene picked up her things and made her way outside again. Oh, but he was stealthy, as he moved through the airport and made his way back to Dave’s livery vehicle. He jumped in the back and clapped his hands together. “Right then, she’s off again, Dave. Follow that yellow taxi, and I’ll give you a grand for all your troubles,” Nick said, as he buckled himself in and smiled warmly at the man when he beamed at him in the rear view mirror.

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"Sure thing, Nick, not a problem," Dave intoned, as he threw the car into gear and tipped his head at the handsome British young man. He sure was good looking, for being a private dick, but what did he care, he was getting a grand out of this deal. He would drive the beauty to the moon if he had to. He liked the red hat he wore, made him look adorable, but then he had to pay attention to his driving, as the yellow cab moved into traffic again. He kept a safe distance behind him, and even waited for a moment before he pulled out after the other vehicle. 

Nick was really starting to get pissed off now, with all this running about, he was going to make Irene and that jack in the box, Sherlock Holmes, suffer for this. He would be sure to beat his head in and rough him up when he found them, wherever she was going to this time. 

He was not at all surprised when Dave pulled up to a different hotel, and asked Nick if this was the end of the line. “No, just, wait a second, Dave, if you would. I’m paying you a lot of dosh, so please just sit tight for a moment.” He shot back and fidgeted in his seat while he watched Irene move into the hotel lobby. Just what the hell was she doing? Why all this running around? Oh, it was just like Sherly to be all panicky and make her the same way. She really did have bad taste in her men. Well, except when she was with him, he was the best one she ever had. But the bitch had to ruin everything by trying to kill him. 

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Nick was pulled out of his inner conflict by the sound of Dave’s voice calling out to him, and he looked up to see Irene walking out of the hotel and getting into another cab. “What. The. Fuck.” He murmured, as he motioned for Dave to follow her - yet again. “This woman is a bloody nutter. She’s really panicking now.” 

Dave just laughed and shook his head, agreeing silently with Nick as he took off at a safe distance behind the next yellow cab. He was really starting to like this Nick and wondered if he’d have a beer with him any time soon. Just as he was about to ask him, the cab pulled up into another hotel and Nick sighed heavily. “Oh, you little witch, you think you can shake me off your tail? Think again. I’m very good at my job.” 

"Yeah, so, Nick, is this the end of the line now? Not that I mind driving your pretty face around, but I do have to get back to work. I’m still on the boss’s clock," Dave asked, as he turned around to face Nick and smiled warmly at him. 

Nick barely registered the fact that the man had called him pretty, when he suddenly saw him staring right at him with that can I take you out look on his face. He laughed and shook his head, then reached inside his pocket for his wallet, then handed him ten one hundred dollar bills. “Right then, Dave, it’s been brilliant! Thanks for being a good mate. Here’s your dosh. Enjoy it and buy yourself something good. Now, I gotta go, because I have to follow this woman. Ta for now.” He was about to get out of the back of the car when Dave reached back and grabbed his wrist. He stared a death glare at the men, and then his eyes widened when he caressed him beneath the cuff of his red leather jacket. 

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"Yeah, about that, Nick, I was wondering if you’re in town longer, maybe we could go out for a drink - or something. It’ll be on me now, thanks to your generous tip," Dave asked, as he continued to move his fingers over the soft skin of Nick’s wrist. 

Nick smiled nervously and shook his head, as he blushed from the attention and then gently pulled his hand out from Dave’s tight grip. “Yeah, thanks for the compliment, Dave, but I have a boyfriend and lover back in London. If you want to give me your card though, I’ll keep you in my contacts list. You never know if I may need your services again.” 

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Dave frowned at first when Nick turned him down, and told him he had a boyfriend. Of course he did, look at him, he was gorgeous. How could he not have a boy toy of his own back in London. He beamed again when the beauty asked for his card and spoke his words, and he reached inside his inner jacket pocked for a card with his name and all his numbers on it.. “Sure thing, Nick, here you go, gorgeous. Take care of yourself, all right? I’ll be here if you need me. Bye now.” 

"Cheers, mate. Thanks for understanding. I’ll keep your card, I promise, but I really gotta go now. Thanks for everything," Nick said, as he slid the man’s card inside his wallet and then grabbed his things. He made a bunker for the door and then moved stealthily through the doors of the hotel, where he removed his red hat and slid it into the pocket of his red leather jacket. He dumped his bag on the floor, but kept his laptop case over his shoulder. He had to stop when he saw Irene still at the front desk, and hid behind a pillar by the front of the foyer, but he was able to hear she had checked into room 320. Perfect. He would ask for a room on the same floor, if possible. 

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Nick was finally able to move to the front desk, and was greeted by the young man with a smile. He again checked in under the alias of Luke Lauson and then asked the boy to give him a room on the third floor. He slid him a fifty dollar bill and smiled warmly when the boy accepted it and did as he asked without question. He did not want to risk taking the elevator, and instead used the stairs, as he made his way to room 322, two doors down from Irene. Again, perfect.

He entered his room and then paced as he wondered what the hell to do next. He did not have time to place any bugs in her room, so he had to keep looking out the key hole to see if she left her room. All he could do was wait and be patient to see where his mission went next. He had to get into that room to place his equipment inside it. He had left behind the dead bugs in the other room, but he always had extras with him in his laptop case. So he paced and waited over and over again, feeling jittery and pissed off at this new turn of events. 

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