The Shaman
First Post
A few minutes before nine Slocum storms into the lounge, dressed in a pair of jeans and a pull-over sweater, a dark look on his face. He glances around before approaching the team at the bar. “Have you taken rooms here? No? Doctor, could you come with me please? The rest of you wait here.”
The two walk over to the front desk and in short order three rooms are arranged – one for Kristen, the other two for the three men on the team. After signing the receipts and picking up the keys, Slocum and Kristen return to the lounge and pick up the others before heading upstairs to the doctor’s room. The room is like the rooms in a thousand other hotels – a pair of queen beds, a table with two chairs, a television, closet, and a bath with vanity. Once inside, the door shut, Slocum wastes no time coming to the point.
“Tell me again what happened.”
The two walk over to the front desk and in short order three rooms are arranged – one for Kristen, the other two for the three men on the team. After signing the receipts and picking up the keys, Slocum and Kristen return to the lounge and pick up the others before heading upstairs to the doctor’s room. The room is like the rooms in a thousand other hotels – a pair of queen beds, a table with two chairs, a television, closet, and a bath with vanity. Once inside, the door shut, Slocum wastes no time coming to the point.
“Tell me again what happened.”