Here’s the next installment. Continued from Never Judge By First Appearances. Rogue meets Remy again while having breakfast at the local diner, Feeling as if she being stalked she runs out, but when she returns to her hotel later on that evening she greeted by some would-be assassins. Can Remy save her, or is this the end of Rogue?
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The next morning Rogue woke up early. She had a strange feeling that someone else was in her room the night before. There was a strange sent in the air of old spice and cigarettes. Suddenly she had a craving for one, which didn’t make sense because she didn’t even smoke. She shrugged it off into as paranoia and grabbed her bag to search for a change of clothes. She dug through it and noticed something funny about the cash box she had gotten from Tarra. The lid was little crooked. She opened it quickly thinking that maybe someone tried to rob her. She quickly counted the money. There should have been a little over $1200, but when she counted it there was over $1500.
How the hell did that happen? She wondered.
Maybe she had miscounted, so she counted it again, three different times but got the same amount. She put the money back and grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. She quickly took a shower but soon felt the pangs of hunger. She was anxious to get some breakfast.
She changed her clothes, dried her hair and put it up in a ponytail. She put her jacket on and reached into her pocket for her room key. She pulled it out along with her necklace which was damaged the night before in the fight with Julien. Damn him, she thought to herself. She studied it for a moment. It was mostly intact, only the clasp was broken. She would find some way to fix it. It was funny to her that a worthless piece of metal would mean so much.
She put it back in her pocket and picked up her bag and walked out the door. She made sure the door was securely locked before she left. She walked down to the lobby to find a young woman sitting at the desk. She hadn’t seen this girl before and approached her.
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