Scott took long enough to exchange his visor for a pair of glasses, pack a spare of each and grab his bag. All in all he was in the road fast. His twelve hour estimate was dead on, thanks to a little speeding and a whole lot of not driving. Empty roads at night enabled both to be easier.
By the time he pulled into the parking lot behind the hotel and made his way up to their assigned room, the sun was well up and shinning bright, glinting off the red of Scott's glasses and making them seem almost normal in the setting. The jeans, button down jacket, and sneakers (and preppy hair-cut) all aided that. Even the bag slung over his shoulder was almost aggressively normal.
That he had to knock, maybe not, but he had no way of knowing if it was locked or not. Even locked, he didn't feel much like blowing the deadbolt just to get in.
As soon as he was in the room though, he asked: "What've we got?"
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By the time he pulled into the parking lot behind the hotel and made his way up to their assigned room, the sun was well up and shinning bright, glinting off the red of Scott's glasses and making them seem almost normal in the setting. The jeans, button down jacket, and sneakers (and preppy hair-cut) all aided that. Even the bag slung over his shoulder was almost aggressively normal.
That he had to knock, maybe not, but he had no way of knowing if it was locked or not. Even locked, he didn't feel much like blowing the deadbolt just to get in.
As soon as he was in the room though, he asked: "What've we got?"