The bags were heavy, but not as heavy as the growing uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. While there had been no ambush in the jungle, and the ride to the hotel had been largely uneventful, that nagging sense of something being wrong here was still in full force. She forced it to the back of her mind for the moment but didn’t totally disregard it. Being complacent was never a good thing in any line of work, and a healthy sense of suspicion never hurt anything.

And it wasn’t like either of them were exactly sitting ducks for anything bad that might come their way, either. Sheri didn’t know too much about her partner other than his name and that they both worked for the company obviously, but he didn’t seem like someone it would be wise to mess with. The guy looked like he was capable of doing serious damage, with or without a weapon. He definitely gave off that air of ‘don’t fuck with me’. And as for herself, well... she wasn’t exactly unarmed.


The hotel, while extremely seedy looking seemed par for the course as far as a place like this went. Nothing remarkable about that whatsoever considering they were in the armpit of the Americas. It was just as dirty and rundown on the inside as well, as the guard led them into the lobby and up to the desk clerk who looked as if he had spent the last few nights hitting the rails instead of sleeping.


Sheri couldn’t help but give Deadblood a look as those twitchy, bloodshot eyes darted from the guard, to them, to the door and back again in rapid succession. The guard mumbled something under his breath, and the desk clerk turned slightly to reach for one of the keys on the wall behind him, never quite taking his eyes off of the three.


Their escort said something a little louder then, and the desk clerk broke into a sharp laugh, handing him a key attached to a dingy yellow plastic tag marked ‘#4’. The guard motioned them on, and as Sheri hefted her bags back up to follow, the clerk shot her a look that made her skin crawl. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the pegboard behind him suddenly falling to the floor with a crash, sending dozens of keys skittering across the dirty tile floor.


Deadblood and the man with them turned back, their attention drawn by the sudden noise, but Sheri kept walking. Accidents happened, after all. She still couldn't help smirking the tiniest bit though as the clerk cursed and knelt down to feel around for the keys that had scattered up under the desk.