she didn’t bother closing the blinds on her windows. Getting into the room was going to be a different problem.
“Do you know anything about picking locks, Pim?”
“No.”
“Well, how the hell are we going to get into her room then?”
“We could always just break the window and climb in.”
“Great plan, Pim. Why don't you run over to the guy at the desk and ask him to call 9-1-1 on us while you're at it?”
“Then what the hell do you suggest we do, Pete?”
“Ok, ok, I think I’ve got something. This hotel can’t afford to keep to many people on staff, right? And they have to keep all of the spare keys somewhere, probably behind the front desk. So, if we just wait it out until the guy at the desk has to go to the bathroom or something, we can just sneak behind, grab the key we need, and then use it to get into the room. Should be simple enough, right?”
“Sure, but what if the guy doesn’t leave the desk before Christine gets back?”
“Well then we’re fucked, Pim, so you better hope that doesn’t happen.”
Doing our best spy impressions we snuck on over to the lobby door to peer in on the guy by the desk. It looked like it was our lucky night, the guy was sound asleep at his chair. Christine looked like she was talking to the guy before she left no more than five minutes ago, and he had already nodded off. That was the kind work ethic I could respect in a man. Since it was my idea, I was the one to try and find the key. There was a drawer by the guy’s knee marked ‘Room Keys’. I couldn’t have hoped for anything easier. There was one problem though, I couldn’t open the drawer without bumping his knee. With the soft touch one normally reserved for caressing the soft malleable head of a new born child, I moved his knee, and prayed that he wasn’t too light of a sleeper. As soon as I could open the drawer enough to grab the room key, I dashed out of there as fast I could manage while still trying to remain silent.
“I’ve got the key, Pim. Now, let’s head around to the back entrance so we don't risk waking the guy at the desk any further. I can’t imagine they keep the back locked. Once we’re in we should be able to get into Christine’s room.”
The back door was unlocked, and there wasn’t a soul in the hallway for us to avoid. The key worked on her door, and we were in. Everything seemed to be coming together easier than I anticipated. I could only hope finding what we need proves to be as easy.
“There’s nothing in here, Pete. It’s just a bed and a dresser. Doesn’t look like she brought anything with her. There are a few changes of clothes she left laying out, but that's it.”
“Keep looking. There has to be something in here we can use.” We scoured the room, not finding much of anything. I went over to the bed and threw the bedding off, hoping something would be stuffed under the sheets. Finally, I had found something. “Wait, here, under the pillow. I think it’s a laptop.”
“Give it here, Pete. Let me take a look at it. Dammit, she has a password on it. I can’t get in.”
“Well, let’s hope she is as uncreative in password creation as you are, Pim. Do we know her birthday, her address, or anything about her?”
“No, not that I can think of. Let me think for a second. Her last name, Fougue, do you know what that means?”
“Not a clue, Pim.”
“It’s French, it means passion. Let me try something like that. PassionGirl. HotPassion. PassionateMissy. OnFireWithPassion. Dammit, nothing is working.”
“Give it to me. I’ll show you how a real hacker works.”
Pim handed the laptop to me. I proceeded to throw the laptop to the floor. Pim gasped and yelled out, “You fucking moron! That’s the only thing we have on her and you’re trying to destroy it!”
When the laptop hit the ground, the battery popped out. I went to pick up the laptop and battery to reassemble it, when I noticed a folded up piece of paper tapped underneath the
“Do you know anything about picking locks, Pim?”
“No.”
“Well, how the hell are we going to get into her room then?”
“We could always just break the window and climb in.”
“Great plan, Pim. Why don't you run over to the guy at the desk and ask him to call 9-1-1 on us while you're at it?”
“Then what the hell do you suggest we do, Pete?”
“Ok, ok, I think I’ve got something. This hotel can’t afford to keep to many people on staff, right? And they have to keep all of the spare keys somewhere, probably behind the front desk. So, if we just wait it out until the guy at the desk has to go to the bathroom or something, we can just sneak behind, grab the key we need, and then use it to get into the room. Should be simple enough, right?”
“Sure, but what if the guy doesn’t leave the desk before Christine gets back?”
“Well then we’re fucked, Pim, so you better hope that doesn’t happen.”
Doing our best spy impressions we snuck on over to the lobby door to peer in on the guy by the desk. It looked like it was our lucky night, the guy was sound asleep at his chair. Christine looked like she was talking to the guy before she left no more than five minutes ago, and he had already nodded off. That was the kind work ethic I could respect in a man. Since it was my idea, I was the one to try and find the key. There was a drawer by the guy’s knee marked ‘Room Keys’. I couldn’t have hoped for anything easier. There was one problem though, I couldn’t open the drawer without bumping his knee. With the soft touch one normally reserved for caressing the soft malleable head of a new born child, I moved his knee, and prayed that he wasn’t too light of a sleeper. As soon as I could open the drawer enough to grab the room key, I dashed out of there as fast I could manage while still trying to remain silent.
“I’ve got the key, Pim. Now, let’s head around to the back entrance so we don't risk waking the guy at the desk any further. I can’t imagine they keep the back locked. Once we’re in we should be able to get into Christine’s room.”
The back door was unlocked, and there wasn’t a soul in the hallway for us to avoid. The key worked on her door, and we were in. Everything seemed to be coming together easier than I anticipated. I could only hope finding what we need proves to be as easy.
“There’s nothing in here, Pete. It’s just a bed and a dresser. Doesn’t look like she brought anything with her. There are a few changes of clothes she left laying out, but that's it.”
“Keep looking. There has to be something in here we can use.” We scoured the room, not finding much of anything. I went over to the bed and threw the bedding off, hoping something would be stuffed under the sheets. Finally, I had found something. “Wait, here, under the pillow. I think it’s a laptop.”
“Give it here, Pete. Let me take a look at it. Dammit, she has a password on it. I can’t get in.”
“Well, let’s hope she is as uncreative in password creation as you are, Pim. Do we know her birthday, her address, or anything about her?”
“No, not that I can think of. Let me think for a second. Her last name, Fougue, do you know what that means?”
“Not a clue, Pim.”
“It’s French, it means passion. Let me try something like that. PassionGirl. HotPassion. PassionateMissy. OnFireWithPassion. Dammit, nothing is working.”
“Give it to me. I’ll show you how a real hacker works.”
Pim handed the laptop to me. I proceeded to throw the laptop to the floor. Pim gasped and yelled out, “You fucking moron! That’s the only thing we have on her and you’re trying to destroy it!”
When the laptop hit the ground, the battery popped out. I went to pick up the laptop and battery to reassemble it, when I noticed a folded up piece of paper tapped underneath the
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