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Thinking over the situation with the beds and the possibility of actualy meeting someone provided Troy with one of his patented smart ass replies.

"Well, that's what those little "Do not Disturb" signs are for, there......Jimmy Olsen" Troy replied with a sly, teasing laugh.

"And don't call me chief." He added a few seconds before Dehlia could think of a comeback.

Dehlia had mentioned the importance of the Inn and its surroundings, to which Troy agreed. "Yeah, that's for sure. Beautiful scenery huh." He said in a more serious manner, Dehlia was always able to see beyond Troy's feigned bad-boy, nonchalant bullshit.

The car was quickly approaching the coastline, the wide single lane roadway tapering off into a dirt road; the only remaining non renovated aspect of the landscape. The Inn was off in the distance and situation on a decline, with the ocean several hundred feet behind.

From their vantage point the sea appeared to loom over the entire building, impressions of old 70s disaster movies suddenly ran through Troy's mind.