Snippet #2483664

Theodore Sunderland walked briskly up to the vendor, very keenly aware that he was late. Unlike the rest of the team, he had not arrived by plane. Having already been in Europe at the time, Belgium specifically, he was apparently deemed by someone, Theodore wasn't currently aware of who exactly made their travel arrangements, to be "close enough", and was put on a train to save money on ticket costs. Why the CIA would be stingy about ticket costs now, he didn't know and hadn't really been in the mood to ask. Besides, at the time he'd had no objections. He saw the insides of planes and the clouds around them often enough, and besides, trains were cool.

Unfortunately there had been a delay at one of the stops, and they arrived behind schedule, which consequently meant that Theodore too was late, not a great thing to be normally, and definitely not with this job. Even if he were in a situation where he could be late without issue, Ted was still the sort of person to stress himself out about such things.

As Theodore approached the man, he looked up. Perhaps his pace made his destination a bit too clear, or maybe the vendor merely thought he didn't look like a tourist. but either way, he seemed to know why the slightly hunched-over man in a business suit was hurrying over to him. He gave an amused little smile. "A little late aren't y-" Ted cut him off. Normally he was much more polite than that, but if the vendor could guess that he was late, presumably by the length of time between his arrival and that of the person before him, plus the obvious hurry he was in, then he must realize that he didn't have time for this.

"What time is lights out?" The vendor frowned slightly and muttered something that Theodore didn't quite catch, but handed him a map with the room number regardless.

As he made his way inside, now at a somewhat slower, but significantly less noticeable, pace, Ted passed a joyful looking Turkish man making his way outside. For a moment, he wondered what he had been so happy about, but then was struck by the absolute certainty that he had seen him somewhere before. For the moment however, he just couldn't place him, and he'd more important things to be concerning himself with right now anyway.

When he finally arrived outside of room 322, Theodore took a moment to straighten his suit and tie. While to anyone else it would have appeared fine already, but he could see the ever so slight tilt of the tie to the left, the way that the jacket had shifted, and other miniscule differences, and they bothered him immensely.

Once he had temporarily sated his obsessive compulsions, Ted gave two short knocks on the door, then clasped his hands behind his back to wait.