Chapter 3 - 14

“So, what do we think? Mind control? Can anyone actually pull off mind control?” Travis asked as he and Archer walked through the hotel hallway.

“Listen, Travis, I am not going to make any assumptions until I have more information, alright?” Reginald hadn’t planned to bring Travis along, but as he was approaching the hotel, he saw Travis on the street, and asked him if he had seen Alan in the past few hours. Travis hadn’t, and noticing Reginald’s slight agitation, asked if he could help. Archer checked his watch and noticed that the window would likely close soon, so he let Travis come along, under strict conditions.

“But what if this is an elaborate trap?” Travis asked. “What if someone like Fierce is waiting for you?”

“Fierce isn’t nearly clever enough,” Archer said. He muttered to himself, “maybe this Reverend is though.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, Travis. Okay, this is the room. Take up position over there,” Archer said, pointing down the hall. “And if you see anyone you recognize approach the room, come around the corner and ask belligerently drunk. Noisy as possible.”

“What? But I…”

“You wanted to help, and that’s what I need right now. Some forewarning if something happens. Now go.”

Travis stuttered, then walked down the hallway to the area Reginald indicated. “Won’t they be able to tell who I am though?” he whispered to himself.

Archer checked his face and hair in a mirror, finding it to be as refined and handsome as usual, and brushed off his suit before knocking on the door.