How’s senior year?”“Hate it right now. Want to go away to college, bad. Is it as good as they say?”“Yeah. You’d like it more than I do. I�...�m totally not partying, but that’s all that goes on.”“Haha. Maybe I should go to school with you.”“That would be sick. Living up the glory days, ya know. How long you guys staying?”“Tuesday. You?”“Same. Thomas isn’t coming, as far as I know. Alice’ll be happy.”“Yeah. I’m gonna grab a water, you want one?”“I’ll follow you.”She got up, and I struggled to not. "I've got work to do." What sort of work?" Scouting," I told her. "I'm a soldier, Maryland Line." It was the easiest way to say it although it was not true."Oh," she said, wiggling and trying to get comfortable, stirring me as she did. She hooked her feet behind my legs."Where did you live?" I asked. "Before all this?" When my mother died, we lived in Marfield, just over the line." She went on and told me about her step-father, an itinerant preacher of some sort and how he tried to get her into. Vonda wore baby blue contacts that matched Pyx's natural color. I wore a heavy plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans. We all got on the elevator, and headed down to the lobby.The breakfast buffet was massive: Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, oatmeal, pancakes, coffee, orange juice, and cocoa, just to name a few items. The hotel knew that with the calories we would expend, we needed a hearty breakfast.As we were starting to eat, an older man, with bushy salt and pepper hair walked up to us. "Are you. Rick wisely did not push Ivey forany answers or conversation.Hotel Room 975Darpan Sengupta looked over the information displayed on his personallaptop one more time then glanced at the envelope partly open to show aset of ID including passport with his picture on it. The name on thepassport however, was not Darpan Sengupta but instead read Raul Vishal.Turning back to the laptop, he started up a command line prompt on hislaptop and changed drives to a secure, encrypted drive on the computer.It.