Who: Zorg and open Where: hallway of the hotel What: Zorg is reconnoitering When: Wednesday morning Rating/Status: Perhaps low R for language or attempted violence/Incomplete
Zorg missed his ZF-1 - that very versatile weapon which the Mangalores had attempted to cheat him out of. Those warriors who eschewed the thought of being merchants, unless it suited them. Well, they'd learned, hadn't they? They should have asked about that little red button. It pays to ask questions. Especially with a weapon. Never assume. You know what happens when you assume - you end up blown to kingdom come, that's what.
That snotty little girl at the front desk had assured him that his room would have the necessities, but not a single damn weapon. What use was that? And there were so many people he'd seen in this place - most of them employees - that he would love to shoot down... or fire. He had to find a way out of this place, he was chafing at the inactivity. And there was so much to be done at home, to run Zorg Enterprises. And he would never find that out without getting the lay of the land.
He was prowling the hotel, watching, eyes alert, ears open - one never knew what one might overhear after all. Perhaps he'd head down toward the restaurant and have breakfast while he was at it. The food, at least, was palatable. And he found that anything he could think of, they could make.