Following the directions that he had been given, Clark arrived at the scene in more than good time. He entered the hotel, asked for directions to the room in which Bridge happened to be staying within, and instantly started off. As soon as he reached the room, Clark raised an arm and knocked on the door, momentarily peering back to take in the area around them.
It didn't look very clean, that was for sure. It wouldn't be terribly surprising if something dark and dangerous happened to decide that this hotel would be suitable for themselves.
"Bridge?" He leaned against the door and listened. With his hearing, he could hear someone breathing on the other side. "It's me. Clark."