Reginald made three broad steps to the door, nearly running into the woman as she ran out of the bathroom topless, demanding to know if he heard gunfire and then screaming when she saw that he had a pistol. “What’s going on?” she shouted as Archer pushed her against the wall to throw the door open, only to see a winecart and the slumped and bleeding body of a hotel worker.
“What the?” Reginald voiced when two fists slammed against his back. It wasn’t a strong hit, but enough to knock him off balance into the hallway, while the woman screamed for him to get out and that she was calling the police.
“Reginald!” Travis shouted, running towards him. “It wasn’t me, it was...” he tried to explain as the drunken man, shocked sober, stumbled down the hallway to see the body and then ran the other direction quickly, shouting for help. “Is he?”
“We need to get out of here,” Reginald said in the calmest voice he could muster, and immediately broke into a run towards the nearest stairway. It was wired to activate the fire alarm when it was opened, and claxons sounded as he ran as quickly as he could out of the building, with Travis attempting to keep up behind him.
“It was a set-up,” Reginald thought as he practically flew down the stairs. “There’s no other explanation, I’ve been targeted. Someone is trying to break me.” He swallowed hard as he busted through the ground floor exit door when he noted that it was working.
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