Oh. So it wasn't. Adamo didn't ask further, as they were at the third floor door.
"Room 302. Three, four, two, two, five. You take out the zeroes," he whispered, pushing open the door slowly. It gave a soft creak, opening to a hall lined with hotel rooms. The hall was oddly dim, though; as though the lights had been cut. Which they had. They couldn't have their faces on camera now, could they? After all, Adamo could be easily recognized, and Vico's scar was very distinctive.
"Bravo, Alfonso," he mumbled, stepping out into the hallway. "That kid is good.
"We ought to hurry, though. No doubt residents are complaining about the outage. We probably have ten minutes, tops."
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"Room 302. Three, four, two, two, five. You take out the zeroes," he whispered, pushing open the door slowly. It gave a soft creak, opening to a hall lined with hotel rooms. The hall was oddly dim, though; as though the lights had been cut. Which they had. They couldn't have their faces on camera now, could they? After all, Adamo could be easily recognized, and Vico's scar was very distinctive.
"Bravo, Alfonso," he mumbled, stepping out into the hallway. "That kid is good.
"We ought to hurry, though. No doubt residents are complaining about the outage. We probably have ten minutes, tops."