Lucianna knocked on the door.
"Room service."
The door creaked open, and Skinny Ben made way for her to go inside. He wouldn't recognize her. Or he couldn't because she was wearing a mask, but that still didn't warrant her safe from his inspecting eyes.
Lucianna glanced in the bedroom and saw the woman on top of it. She was neither moving nor making any sound. It seemed that she was completely out of her element.
Sitting on the sofa out in the living room was Fat Ben.
"Give me some wine," he said.
Lucianna went over to pour the wine for him. He looked at her as he took the wine glass from her hand. There was a moment of silence between the exchanges before Fat Ben took his eyes off her and focused on his drink. Lucianna sighed in relief, preparing the wine for another round.
"Are we sure she is the girl?" asked Fat Ben.
"Our intel cannot be wrong," replied Skinny Ben.
