“We are from O451 and on route to a holiday habitat. Currently experiencing technical issues with our ship and wish to rest. Are we cleared to board?” I responded.
There was no reply for a few moments.
“You are cleared to board.”
In truth, I thought little of it. Maybe it was her first day on the job or something like that. A bit overzealous.
The autopilot kicked in as we drew closer. It set the ship down right in front of the hotel.
“Let’s party!” Leanne shouted.
Tabitha frowned, “No, everyone, keep your heads down. We could be the most wanted people there ever were.”
They seemed to take her comments in. We all had rooms in different parts of the hotel building so as not to draw attention to ourselves and set a time to meet up the following day.. Tabitha and I were on the 17th floor. The hotel was modelled on hotels in Cuba from the 1940s, before the rise of Communism in that country, with luxurious wooden furniture in the lobby. I was surprised by how few other people were around, and our floor seemed empty.
The room was compact with a double bed ensuite, and a television set built into the wall. Exhausted, we took off our clothes and fell asleep.
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