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 [color=6ecff6][i]‘No…’[/i][/color] Noelle thought in horror as she was pushing herself at the wall as the aids of that man entered the room. At present all she knew was that they abducted her and the rooms were locked in pretense for their safety! She feared this.[color=6ecff6]” No… I didn’t want any of this…”[/color] She barely whispered, causing the air to stir.
 
 [color=6ecff6][b]“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET AWAY! I WANT OT GO HOME!!!”[/b][/color] She screamed, causing the entire room to be flooded with high pitched sound again. Clearly sending the men into great pain as she did. 

 [color=6ecff6][b]“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”[/b][/color] She continued to scream in pure horror, unable to look at the men anymore, who by now would be near unconscious. This whole situation, the place, the people, all of those only fared her extreme fears and horrifying memories. She simply felt all alone in a place that seemed connected only to pain and torture to her.

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 Clarice left the plain about half an hour ago now. The cab ride to her hotel took quite a long time, but considering it was noon and the streets were busy, it couldn’t be helped. Finally she found herself La Grand Hotel Amethyst. A very recently built five star hotel of the highest quality of service. Naturally the only place that would really suit her in this undertaking.

 “Good day, miss. How can we help you today?” One of the women at the reception asked when Clarice approached.”[color=f7941d] I want to rent a room for a few days.”[/color] She replied. Clarice had money, her work in the past as mercenary was always for big jobs that paid a lot and not to mention her father was also not poor before he passed away and left her the fortune of the family.  Of course there were also all the favors people owed her. Especially the owner of this hotel, cause well he knew who to ask for help next time he passes through a military zone.

 “Do you have preference for the floor, honorable customer?” The receptionist asked, starting to type things in the computer, probably checking the free rooms and such.[color=f7941d]”I want the penthouse.”[/color] Clarice stated to the full shock and surprise of the receptionist. Currently the cop was dressed in rather normal clothing and the penthouse was naturally incredibly pricy. The woman appeared visibly conflicted as of how to act and Clarice just sighed, pulling her mobile and dialing someone. After about half a minute of small chat with someone, she gave the phone to the receptionist. The girl took it in confusion and about half a minute later she returned it, her face filled with fear.

 [b]“YES, RIGHT AWAY! I WILL SEND PEOPLE TO ESCORT YOU TO THE PENTHOUSE!!! HERE’S YOUR KEYCARD!!”[/b] The girl said in fear while Clarice simply took the keycard, from the receptionist's trembling hands, and without waiting for the escort made her way to the elevators.

 “What happened, why do you look like you saw a ghost?” One of the other receptionists asked the first one.” She… I… the boss said we fulfill every her requests or we lose our job. Supposedly his secretary will come in two hours to personally take care for that lady.” The girl stated, throwing a look at the glass elevator that was ascending towards the top floor.” Who the hell is that woman?” They all said in a single voice.

 Ten minutes later, Clarice had already made herself at home at the penthouse and the room service had already arrived with her orders. She sat on the big couch by the huge windows that overlooked the city.[color=f7941d]” Hmm, the wine’s truly not bad.”[/color] She said, throwing a look at her laptop on the nearby table, still running a face recognition software for the dart shooting brat.

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 [@Ambra]