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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Doorway[/b]
[i]“Please tell me you remember something! All I know is that Lucy and I woke up in --- well suffice it to say we don’t remember how or what...fuck. I...um...where’s Syed?”[/i]

Moira arched an eyebrow so high it dissapeared under her scruffy fringe. Woke up in what? A dumpster? A Grungy's? A cleaning cupboard? She kinda wished it was a cleaning cupboard, the sick in her room really wasn't doing her stomach any favours. Even if it was hers.

She opened her mouth to make a dismissive comment about how if she could get rid of her partner that easily she would have done ages ago, when suddenly...

[i]“FREEZE, EVILDOERS!!”[/i]

What the fuck was [i]that?![/i]

[i]“NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU MOVE! YOU’RE ALL UNDER ARREST! SO SWEARS… CRIMSON JUSTICE!!”[/i]

Syed started. The voice was certainly familiar, although the way the words were spoken was different. As if the male who was shouting was putting it on a bit. It threw him off a little. Curiosity got the better of him, and he emerged poking his head around the doorframe, a good foot above Moira's. Don?

The man stood before them was completely unrecognisable, clad head-to-toe in some daft superhero suit which fit him pretty well. The build was right though oh gods was he pointing a weapon at them all?! "Ack, what the hell?!" he exclaimed, shrinking back behind the doorframe so fast that he was pretty much a blur. He certainly wasn't sure enough if it were Don or not at this stage to risk his [i]head[/i] getting blasted off. Nor did he want to be arrested if this guy was the real deal. That'd be the icing on the cake.

It was a shame, really. He really would have appreciated having a talk with Don right now. He needed a bro.

Moira on the other hand weren't having it. She clenched her fists at her sides and strode out into the hallway, dragging her very reluctant electric anchor along with her no matter how many shaky protests he gave. With this man shouting the place down, and threatening her friends at that? No. No. They might not remember last night, but neither Dylan nor Lucien were the sort to get arrest warrants filed against them. And even if they did, is this the sort of person Los Paraisos sent out to arrest people? Douchebags who looked like a little boy's action figure? She doubted it.

"Nobody move?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" she bellowed, striding past her bewildered friends and towards the dangerous man. Unlike her partner, she didn't recognise this man in the slightest.

Nor did she give a [i]shit[/i].