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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kid A" data-source="post: 934762" data-attributes="member: 11757">Hotels off Exit Ramp of I-95Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina 2:16am, Late Spring 2003 Due to Reed's five-minute disguise, Andreev found himself unable to speak anything in reply.  All of a sudden, his throat had gone dry, and he felt as though the temperature in the car had been increased by at least 20 degrees.  Instead, his reply to her suggestion came in the form of a simple nod and the most dashing smile he could muster.  As she walked towards the hotel, he let his eyes follow her, but after a moment he snapped hsi attention back to the car.  He reached again for his revolver, unlatching the holster and letting it sit open, just under his jacket.  Watching the mirrors, as much as he could from the passenger side seat, he searched for anything suspicious.  There was no reason to believe that someone could've followed them through the night, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible.  He continued to watch the mirrors as he waited for Reed's return.</blockquote>