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Snow gave Claire an unimpressed look, "We're here to work together, yes. Not for you. With you. Threats aren't a good start."

"Give it a minute.", Bowen interrupted. "We are looking around the hotel now.", he said in response to the lights flickering outside the hotel lobby. Chandler was completely still leaning against the hood of the car with his eyes shut and his arms crossed. Léon withdrew his pistol and checked it.

Nodding, Snow turned and made his way around to the back of the car, gesturing to Bastien, who tossed him the keys. He swung the boot open and reached in, pulling out a shotgun and a pouch of cartridges that he fastened to his belt. A second shotgun he tossed across to Bastien, then swung the boot shut. He checked the safety on his weapon before stepping back onto the pavement and shooting Chandler a glance. "Useful trick." he remarked.

"Maybe when we're through here, you can suck on my dick," Bastien answered Claire as he checked that the shotgun was loaded. Once done he rested it on his shoulder waiting for Bowen to ascertain what was in the hotel. Though he seemed inclined to coordinate with the VINDEX for the sake of Sophia, it was clear he had little mind to take lip from them.

The woman's eyes shifted from hazel to a muddy blood red at Bastian's comment. "I'm pretty sure, neither one of us would enjoy that." Claire responded, her accent thick and with a slight seductive air to it.

She turned to Snow. "It's not a threat. Just a warning. We want to ensure the safety of the child first and foremost. And I know there is bad blood between all of us. If that will be a problem, I will take care of it the one way I know how."