Hikia peered around the corner, feeling the plastic-like wallpaper underneath her fingers. The whole floor was deserted, the only light coming from the third quarter moon shining in through the partly revealed window. The darkness made her flesh tingle.
She continued forward, gripping the strap that rested over her. Her other hand was hovering over the left-side pocket, ready to pull out her AK47 in case the weapon was required. *Gangsta chica!*
The shadowed hall stretched before her as if she had fallen into a Stephen King book, the never-ending hall carrying door after door after door. She shuddered, but shoved the feeling away. She had to find the room, then, afterward, an investigation would be held.
She had this strange, mind-stabbing emotion that L was here, in this very building. The thought pumped ecstatic energy into her limbs, sending her down the hallway.
She paused before the very last door. How odd it ended on an incomplete number. 1408 was scared onto a golden plate, a “No Smoking” sign beneath. She rolled her eyes, recalling the Camel cigs in her back pocket. *they smell like mints! ;3* Wouldn’t it be whimsical if she returned to the front desk and asked for a room that allowed her to smoke.
She doubted they would allow it. If this was indeed the building that L was in, it would have lots of high-tech gear and equipment. The smoke would probably damage it somehow. She could probably sneak out onto the balcony to do such a thing.
She searched for the room key from her right pocket. Finding it, she aligned it with the slot and slid it in, a small square-like light flashing green, signaling her that she now had access to the room. She walked inside, clenching her bag.
The room was styled like a normal hotel. Two beds were spread against the wall, quilt-like comforters turned down. A living room sited near the entrance, a deactivated lamp stood overlooking the area. Continuing to walk, a bathroom was at the end of the room, after the TV. The bathroom had a large mirror, lines of ghostly white bulbs staring down at her.
One of the bulbs were loose. She hated stuff like that, crooked picture frames, tilted lamp shades. She mounted one knee on the granite counter, then pushed upward, reaching for the bulb. She rotated it to the right, feeling the soon-to-be stableness of the-Suddenly the bulb fell, crashing soundlessly against the vanity. With a blurring whip, the whole sink section flipped around like a face-changing toy. Hikia grasped the sink’s knobs for dear life, abruptly being engulfed in darkness.
She soon fell against a hard-wood floor after the vanity stopped moving. She felt a wall under her noggin. She caressed the smooth papered wall, looking for the light switch. Her fingers touched an artificial nub that was rectangular. She flipped it up, and suddenly the dark area exploded with bright lights.
After blinking away the blots that overtook her eyes like ink, she saw what the room held. Wires criss-crossed to a large monitor that was black as death. Six smaller screens lined the largest one, as if they were its subordinates. She walked to the monitors, index finger reaching for the hugest window. It felt like ice. She shivered, but then noticed flashing buttons. She hesitated at first, but, she ignored her negative thoughts and clicked the keyboard-styled control. Rapidly, all the screens lit to life. On the first few sets, the outer building was being watched, probably seeing her make her entrance. The ones on the right were showing the lobby from a 130 degree angle.
The bastards knew she was here. They knew and let her in. What did that mean? Was there nothing here to really look into? No. Of course they wanted her to think that. If she did, she’d leave immediately. The only thing they had done was increased her suspicion of L being here by 56%. ;3