[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sketchy Hotel Room – New York City
[color=#DDA0DD][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [/center][hr][hr]

	Eventually the police left the room and Antoinette relaxed a fraction, glad that the smell of gas had worked to deter them and was hopefully one of the reasons why the cops were moving further and further down the hall. The door being left open was minor in Antoinette’s mind compared to the silent stand off they just had. As the hallway grew more silent, Antoinette dropped the illusion and looked at Guin. 
	[color=#DDA0DD]”Thank you for your help and doing most of the work there for a bit,”[/color] Antoinette whispered. Now they had to get out of the room and out of the hotel without being seen or captured. Antoinette figured her and Guin would have to keep up another illusion as they went but for now, Antoinette took the mental break.
	[color=#DDA0DD]”With a hotel like this, there might be some secret way out, something the patrons use for quick escapes,”[/color] Antoinette suggested, trying to keep her voice low. The problem was finding it and getting out undetected. 
	Antoinette turned her head when she heard a faint, dark voice. She thought she heard words of something or someone wanting to suck on the marrow of their bones. [color=#DDA0DD]”Does anyone else hear that?”[/color] Antoniette asked. The cops in the hotel with the guns didn’t sound all that bad now compared with whatever that was.