Agents. Missions. DO and SEE It All.
The Art of Placement:2003 © Bryan FearPage 3 of 13
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"Welcome to the Hyatt Dr. Rice." Said the attendant at the counter. The man with blond hair and a blonde handlebar mustache who she had addressed smiled and nodded his head. "It's a pleasure to be back. How you doin' today…?" he looked at her name tag "…Rachel." The doctor set some large plastic cases at both sides of him on the ground. The cases were a dull grey with hard shells and metal clasps holding them together. Stenciling read "Handle with care: Medical instruments" on all sides of the cases. "Oh just fine, and how about yourself sir?" she asked while the doctor removed his credit card and identification. Before he had even removed an ID card, Rachel had noticed his embroidered polo shirt that had his name stitched across the front. Dr. Ben Rice. The caduceus medical symbol sewn on the opposing side of his shirt was a cinch; this man was a doctor. The doctor smiled "Oh just fine, thanks. I'm in town for a medical convention this weekend. Lotsa work to do. Prep the booth, rub some elbows, go to some mixers and if I have time to get down to business… I go golfing." Dr. Rice tapped the golf bag to his left and winked. Rachel was amused by his creepy amount of overconfidence and self-indulgence. She laughed slightly while handing him his key. "You reserved a room on the top floor sir, but due to a recent electrical problem on the top floor we've had to bump you to the eleventh floor instead. I do hope this will be okay?" Before Dr. Rice could answer, a porter came over and grabbed one of his cases. Rice's right hand shot out like a snake and grabbed the teen's wrist, pinching the forefinger and thumb down tightly on the veins in the wrist. |
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