Over and Over, Over and Over

"I can do that!" Years of working as a diplomat between vampires and humans in the Company had given her plenty of experience with people, including figuring out where they were headed and what it was they were planning. She whipped out her notebook and pen and started looking over what they knew of his patterns.

"So now where are we going?" Atoli asked, changing the subject to something more important at the moment.

"I'll tell you as soon as I've got it figured out," Mimiko replied, looking over the notes she'd taken so far. A few minutes of staring, working over the data, and eventually, "I've got it! West City. They were headed for the bus stop that has a direct route to West City." She looked at L and Riza proudly.

"That sounds like a good plan," Atoli said in agreement. "If we get on the subway on a direct line without them, it doesn't make many stops. If we get on without them, they'll never catch up."

Mimiko thought for a moment. "Well, it's a big place. He's probably trying to blend in with the crowd to lose us." All it took was a little thinking like a teenager, and like a crime show.

Mimiko thought for a moment. "Depending how much money they have, they could stay with friends or family. Far as I know, they have neither in the city. The second option is a youth hostel. They can't check into a hotel. You have to be at least eighteen to do that." She paused. "Is either of them eighteen?"

"No offense, Leutenant Hawkeye, but the army's a death trap, and that's what his parents wanted to sign him up for," Mimiko said, checking her notes breifly. "He probably didn't want to be in the military because he's a martial artist. Not interested in guns. So if he's eighteen, he can check into a hotel."

"That'd be romantic, but I doubt it. And don't say star-crossed. Usually that ends tragically." Mimiko wasn't a scholar, but she'd been forced to read Romeo and Juliet in high school, and everyone knew how that turned out.

Atoli shook her head. "We should go to one they wouldn't expect. Like an expensive hotel; I've got the money. If we go someplace that isn't expensive, they'll look there first. Fancier hotels have more privacy policies. At the very least, they'll get lost in red tape."

"There's a four-star hotel down the street from here. We'll stay there for tonight and then head out as early as we can," Atoli decided. "They'll accept guests any time at night." She took Kilik's hand and led him down the street.