LazarusBoard

Trout:
If the last stage of the operation had not been given the green light when it was, Trout might very well have gotten away. He was walking briskly through the rain, a black umbrella held just above his head. The hotel was in front, and the taxi that had dropped him off was behind, speeding away to its newest customer. The Thoonian had just spent a lovely night out to dinner, and had then decided to go gambling. In all honesty, he was disappointed to have had to cut the night short, but he had made plans to see some of the same people again, so that cheered him slightly.
He made his way up the steps outside of the building, and moved swiftly past the woman who's job it was to hold the doors. The man's shoes squeaked across the polished floor, and he wrinkled his nose at the sound. At this time of night, the lobby was sparsely populated, and the lone figure of the Thoonian was easily noticeable as he headed to the elevators.

"Sir!" came the cheerful receptionist's voice from the desk. "There's a message for you sir."

The Thoonian turned, gave a quizzical look, and marched over to the desk. The receptionist handed him an envelope, and the Thoonian glanced at t before pocketing it. "Who was this from?" he asked.

"A Miss Gewer. She said you'd know of her."

The Thoonian chuckled. "That's certainly one way of putting it." He was now visibly more relaxed, and took a seat in one of the lobby armchairs to read it. Either he was a quick reader, or it wasn't a very long letter because after checking the time, he put it away into a coat pocket.

"Is everything okay?" the receptionist asked as he leapt up from his seat.

"Oh yes, I've just got to dash somewhere now," he replied with a smile. With that, he called an elevator, tapped his foot anxiously as it came, and stepped inside as the doors opened. he had a meeting in half an hour, and being late wasn't something he could consider.

When the elevator reached his floor, he squeezed through the opening doors, storming out into the corridor and darting over to his room. He fumbled with the room card, but on the third try, the door opened. He reached for the light switch as it shut behind him, and stopped.

There was a woman in a maids uniform seated in a desk chair on the other side of the room. Had the man being paying attention, he would have realised that he had walked past her before. The woman had a pistol in hand and was pointing it directly at him. Before he could say a word, the trigger was squeezed, the sound of the gunshot suppressed, and the door behind the Thoonian got a new paint job.

The Mzeusian agent walked over to the dead man. "I never liked trout anyway. Too bony."