“Prepare your defense for tomorrow,” he said. “And get some sleep. It’s already midnight.”
As if knowing they were wanted, Avery appeared with Raven and Marc. Raven and Marc went to Brandon and Kevin, greeting and offering to help with the luggage and to talk about the ship.
Avery went to Axel and offered a hand to shake. “Hi,” he said. “Welcome aboard.”
Axel smiled at this shortly and shook Avery’s hand. “Hi, and thank you,” he said in an oddly polite and business-like tone. “Avery, how are you?”
“Good, good,” Avery said. “Nice to see you here.”
“Is Ethan still awake?” Axel asked.
“He is,” Avery said. “He’s in the kitchen…I mean, galley. Did you want to talk to him?”
“And you, too, if that’s okay.” He motioned to the team. “Someone coming along?”
Corey rushed in before the others could offer. “I’ll come.”
They wandered off. The rest divided up the luggage among them. I grabbed one rolling bag and trailed after them.
Marc took the lead, already knowing where to go. Kevin walked beside him, asking questions about what was going on. Raven followed them with two bags he rolled on either side, leaving no room to walk next to him.
Brandon and I took up the rear, each of us with a bag we rolled it behind ourselves. Given that Brandon was so tall, walking alongside him always made me feel weirdly short. The white overhead light showed me how red his cheeks and nose really were.
If we were going to use Brandon and Corey as twins and to let them blend in and out flawlessly, we were going to have to put make up on their skin to even out the redness. Brandon would have to talk like Corey, or Corey’s voice would have to heal.
We had a lot of work to do to prepare, and I didn’t really have much of a plan at all for myself, let alone the rest of them. I’d be relying a lot on Axel to help.
I wasn’t much of a leader, at least I didn’t feel like one. This whole spy thing was harder than picking pockets. There was a lot to think about and consider.
We started toward the wide glass double doors, and Marc led the way through them into the foyer. The boys all went slowly at first, admiring the immensity of the foyer, looking up and around at the different levels. We could see a bit of the shops from where we were, but nothing of the third, fourth or fifth floors above us.
“Shit,” Kevin said. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”
“We only need to collect data,” I said. “If we don’t do anything else, we’re just gathering information.”
“That’s usually the best strategy,” Marc said.
There were a couple of elevators behind the staircase that I hadn’t noticed before. We crowded in front of them and hit both buttons. Moments later, the two elevators appeared at nearly the same time. Marc, Kevin and Raven boarded one with all their luggage. Brandon and I jumped in the other one.
“Go to the...level M,” Marc shouted at us before the doors closed.
Brandon stabbed a finger at the M and we waited for the elevator to move.
“Hi,” I said to him.
“Hi,” he said, although his voice was gruff. He coughed once and cleared his throat before speaking again in his normal voice. “Are you okay? I heard what happened.”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to start a fight, but I thought Brandon would at least be honest with me. I spoke in a quiet tone, trying not to sound upset. “Marc said you all had been diverting phone calls from me.”
“He said you were mad about it.”
“I was.”
“Are you now?”
“A little bit,” I said. “I don’t exactly blame you for it, but I wish I’d been told.”
He sighed and his cerulean eyes looked forward. “Kind of wish they’d done it one more time.”
“We would have missed the boat,” I said.
“We wouldn’t have felt so rushed. It’s not that I wouldn’t be interested, but I don’t like going in not really being aware of things.”
“We can’t always be prepared,” I said. “Personally, I’d like to get the jump on anyone who might have worked with the old Mr. Murdock, and get them before they might come after us.”
Brandon frowned. “I hate to say this, but you’ve got a point.”
I shared a long look with him, empathizing. After being kidnapped together and spending time together in the hospital, Brandon and I had grown close in ways I’d not really experienced with anyone else. His brother Corey was my best friend—as great as it got—but Brandon and I had something deeper. Some very vibrant connection.
In a lot of ways, we didn’t get along. Since the hospital, Brandon got after me about my eating, my sleeping, even my cursing. And for some reason, while I wanted to fight him on it, I’d started to listen. Everything except the cursing. I still let a few slip, especially when he tried to get me to eat veggies.
The elevator doors opened and we walked off to see Marc and the others already there waiting for us.
Marc guided us to a set of rooms. These looked similar to hotel rooms, with numbers and peepholes. “I got us two rooms, each with a double bed,” he said. “These are the only rooms they’ve got outside of staying with the crew in bunks, but we’re separated from other guests on this floor. I think it’s meant for higher ranking crew members that get special rooms rather than the bunks. There’s only two beds but Avery said we can get some cots down here.”
Marc opened up the door, showing us the inside. The room was smaller than I expected. There was a double bed, a small chair at a desk and a tiny porthole window. There was limited walking space between the bed and desk. The desk had its own
coffee machine and a tiny desk phone with only three buttons to dial. The pillows were embroidered with a blue letter L. The desk had its own stationery and pens. Yup. Hotel. A fancy resort room crammed into the size of a walk-in closet.
I didn’t see room for a cot, not unless we wanted to roll over them to get to any of the doors.
Marc went to the only door inside the room, and showed us the bathroom with a shower stall, toilet and sink in a tiny space and another door on the other side. We’d all be sharing the tiny bathroom.
We crowded together in what space was available. While the others were checking out the bathroom, I took advantage of the opportunity and jumped on the bed. “I claim this room,” I said.
“I guess we share this one,” Brandon said.
“The bed is too small to share,” I said.
Marc shrugged. “As it is, we’ll have to share, and we might even have to sleep in shifts”
“I don’t know what you all are talking about,” I said, spreading my limbs out to take up as much of the bed as I could. “This one is my bed. You guys get the other one.”
Marc snorted and smirked. He wove around Brandon and crashed on the bed, his stomach on my leg. “Have to stick together.”
I dragged my leg out from under him and then kicked him in the shoulder gently, more trying to push him. “Then you get the floor,” I said. “This bed is too small.”
“Pick a side.”
“Fine, I get the top side. You can have any of the other sides.”
Brandon smirked and shook his head. At least it was working to ease the tension. Kevin rolled his eyes and then looked over the luggage. He took a couple of bags over to the second bedroom. Raven shifted the rest to behind the door.
Marc caught my foot and then did some weird thing where he was pinching my smallest toe into my foot. It was a sharp pain that radiated up through my leg. I yowled, trying to wriggle free. Marc held on, grinning. “What did you say? You’ll share? And you won’t hog the blankets all night? Oh. Okay, Bambi. That’s wonderful.” He released my foot, and I retracted my leg. The pain was gone instantly and he flattened himself over half the bed. “I’m so glad we could agree.”