Guns for Hire - Script Six
The Strip, Amaryllis's, Pacifica Central 2.52am 03/03/2015
Rejoining Mariusz & Gonzales at the pavement table outside of Amaryllis's Vrasten allowed the waiter to leave thier drinks & depart before filling in the others on what he & Skinpin had discovered, realising that this was as good a chance as they were going to get they paid their tab & left.
The Strip, Mariott Hotel, Pacifica Central 3.01am 03/03/2015
With Gonzales waiting in the multi-storey car park directly across from the Mariott the others, feigning friendly chat, passed through the revolving door & into the Mariott's lobby, with a casual nod to the two security guards Vrasten, Mariusz & Skinpin cross the lobby towards the lifts, Skinpin, unable to contain himself, wittered incessantly, Vrasten, spuriously made a show of accompanying somebody who'd had to much to drink & gestured apologetically to the hotel commissionaire, thankfully the lift doors opened before Skinpin really lost the plot.
Inside the lift the bell hop looked from Vrasten to Skinpin & back again but kept his mouth firmly shut, knowing that the kid obviously recognised them from earlier, Vrasten gave him a wink, palmed several crumpled bills & then whispered behind Skinpin's back,
"Can't hold his drink, kid, no worries though, soon have him in his pit, floor sixteen yeah"
As the lift doors closed, Skinpin lead them down the corridor & poked his nose around the corner & pointed out Joshua's room to Mariusz & the second unmarked door to the left.
Vrasten & Skinpin stood quietly talking to mask Mariusz's performance, kneeling he drew out a small leather tool roll & went to work on the unmarked door's lock, a couple of minutes later there was a click as the mortise lock released.
"Well if we want clean sheets this is the place" offered Skinpin unhelpfully,
"What about the shute" suggested Mariusz opening the wall hatch "it works fine in the movies, er, maybe not" he muttered looking down the sixteen floors of polished stainless steel.
Looking at the key card receiver on the door to Joshua's room Mariusz shrugged & suggested it may take a while, "I could really do with messin' about with one on an empty room"
Pulling the laundry room door shut they backtrack around past the lifts & opened what they assumed was a second laundry room door as the corridors mirror the layout to Joshua's door, half hoping it might contain a wheeled laundry basket big enough to hide a body in, it is & it didn't, before they could return to Joshua's door however, the door to thier rear started to open, pushing inside the laundry room they froze & tried not to breathe, faintly they could hear the pad of footsteps moving away. Vrasten, cocking his head on one side listened intently via his audio implant,
"Its cool, they're in lift & headin' down"
Moving back into the corridor Mariusz stopped & stared then raised his finger to his lips & pointed at the door from the unseen hotel patron had just departed, the heavy door wasn't quite shut & music, muffled by the sound proofed door, could faintly be heard beyond.
Looking at Vrasten & Skinpin, Mariusz smiled & pushed the door open.
The Mariott Hotel, Room 1603 3.24am 03/03/2015
As the door swung open Mariusz could see a woman, she was fairly scantily clad & holding cigarette, she was stood with her back to the door but hearing the door open she turned & started to speak presumably to her returning bed fellow, as Mariusz raised his finger to his lips, she screamed.
Leaping forward, Mariusz forgot all niceties & swiped her a heavy blow across her face, immediately she stopped screaming & disappeared backwards over the plush designer sofa. Entering the apartment behind Mariusz, Skinpin crouched by the unknown woman's side for a second & then shook his head,
"Necks gone, she wont scream no more, shame, she's got real pretty eyes"
Cursing, Vrasten stood aghast in the doorway whilst Skinpin helped himself to cheese & a cold beer from the fridge & Mariusz admired the dead woman's figure,
"Fuck, fuck & shit, muttered Vrasten, "Some fuckers coming back, by any chance do you think its her fucking husband"
Letting the door close Vrasten tried to calm himself as he stood quietly behind the door, Skinpin, cramming olives into his mouth slipped into the bathroom whilst Mariusz crouched over the woman's still form behind the sofa. As the door opened, the man, attired in a dressing gown & slacks & holding two bottles of Casillero del Diablo 2013, as he pushed the door open Mariusz rose from behind the sofa,
"Who the fuck are y . . . . "
before he could finish, Vrasten hit him from behind, unfortunately it wasn't hard enough.
Vrasten hit him again but struck the mans rising hands, Mariusz, crashing over the sofa, let the rippers slide out from beneath the knuckles of his right hand, before Vrasten could strike a third time Mariusz had slit lover boys larynx, the eruting rupture covered Vrasten in a shower of blood, from the bathroom the sound of Skinpin singing & the toilet flushing could be heard.
"I hope the sound proofing on these rooms is as good as we think it is" shouted Skinpin as he washed his hands.
Later, as Vrasten hastily washed the mans blood from his clothes, Mariusz announced that the couple weren't married, well not at least to each other, according to thier driving licenses there were now two new widowers somewhere in Pacifica, pocketing their ID, credit cards & cash Mariusz picked up the rooms swipe card & bent to examine the door lock.
Skinpin, trying to do something useful tidied the room as best as could be expected in the circumstances.
Twenty minutes later Mariusz stretched & pointed to the steel pins buried in the jambs of the suites door frame,
"I reckon I can open Joshua's door without trippin' the dead locks, but without a reader I can't use the swipe card for this room, I'll have to do it the old fashioned way"
The Mariott Hotel, Room 1627 4.16am 03/03/2015
As Mariusz intermittently fiddled, muttered & swore at the lock Vrasten & Skinpin nervously watched the corridor & listened, moments later Mariusz stood,
"OK, we're in business"
Pausing only to steady thier nerves, Vrasten looked to the other two & then carefully eased the door open a fraction, peering through the gap Vrasten could see a large room containing a couple of voluptuous sofas as well as a dining table & chairs, standard lamps & a wall mounted flat screen entertainment center, from, presumably a bedroom, door on the left, Vrasten could hear giggling.
Easing the apartment door back to the wall, Vrasten, followed by Mariusz & then Skinpin, slipped into the dimly lit room & gently closed the door, Vrasten tapped Mariusz on the arm & pointed to the coffee table on which were several scuffed lines of white powder, Skinpin, dabbing his finger into the residue, licked the powder of his finger tip, closed his eyes & smiled before grinning at Mariusz,
"Mighty fine shit if I say so myself"
As Skinpin scraped the abandoned coke lines into a discarded wrap, Vrasten & Mariusz moved away from the balcony doors towards the bedroom, kicking open the bedroom door both burst in guns levelled at the ready.
Naked on the bed, & putting on a display for the watching Joshua, were the two hookers that had been in the bar earlier, slumped on a easy chair in the corner was sat a partially dressed Joshua preoccupied with events on the bed.
One of the girls screamed, jumped up & fled into the on-suite locking the door behind her whilst the second buried her self in the sheets pleading for her life, Joshua, under instruction not to move a muscle, didn't say a word.
Finally convinced that weren't about to take a slug the eye candy grabbed their clothes, liberated Joshua's wallet of several thousand greenbacks & happily agreed that short term memory loss must be catching, under mariusz's instruction they then made themselves comfortable in front of the TV to wait several hours before leaving the hotel.
Dressing, Joshua finally spoke,
"I can pay whatever you want, you don't have to do this, my life is worth a great deal of money to my friends"
Realising Joshua had assumed assassination, Vrasten told him to finish dressing as they need to take a little trip to the embassy, suddenly hope dawned in Joshua's eyes as he realised what was really happening,
"My friends, you will not succeed, my people will be watching"
Ignoring his protestations Mariusz grabbed Joshua's overnight bag whilst Vrasten guided Joshua towards the door,
"Remember Mr Motobasmi, just do as your told & everythings gonna be happy cool, no body gets hurt, you savvy "
Reminding the ladies of the consequences of recovering their memory, Mariusz ripped the phone out of its socket & closed the apartment door behind them, accompanied by Joshua the three head for the lifts, on route Vrasten called Gonzales telling him to be outside in ten minutes.
As the lift doors slid open the Bell Boy unexpectedly stepped forward & stared before jumping back into the lift trying to push the door close button, before it could shut Vrasten dragged him out,
"Just shut the fuck up & it'll be fine OK, comprendi amigo"
Pushing the kid in front of him Mariusz ushered the kid into the laundry room, tied & gagged him, turning to leave he paused & turned back to the bellhop, with a deft flick of his rippers he made sure that whatever the kid had seen, or thought he'd seen, he wouldn't be telling any tales, returning to the others he forced a smile,
"He won't be gettin' out of there for a while, not unless he's a fuckin' miracle worker anyway"
Walking towards the car across the piazza, Vrasten muttered about not having seen the CCTV camera's in the lobby before,
"Good job were in disguise then, isn't it" replied Mariusz.
The Embassy of the Central Government of the Afrikan Free States, Pacifica foothills 5.51am 03/03/2015
Driving up towards the embassy perimeter security gate both Vrasten & Mariusz reminded Joshua of the need to be calm & keep it simple.
Several minutes later as they drove up the gravel drive Vrasten congratulated Joshua on his performance,
"Keep it like that Joshua & in a couple of hours we'll all be having breakfast, who knows, you might even decide it was fun"
As the car crunched up the long drive Gonzales watched in the rear view mirror as the guard dropped the barrier.