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Dominique had no issue with his willingness to burn a town down she had only recently arrived to. It wasn't like she was invested in saving it or those that resided within it. It was Ric currently calling the steps that they would take so it was a given. Despite the fact that he was far from being the most emotional male on the planet he did have a mother a few short weeks back that he cared about and now she was prematurely gone. It was no thanks to the acceptable influences of natural life expectancy over the period of time taking effect, illness or fatal accident that most can generally can deal with. Those scenarios didn’t pack the punch that a violent end did. Not that it made it any easier if a loved one on the job fell into the silo full of unstable grain or just happened to leave the curb too soon and managed to get run over by the city bus. She couldn’t imagine it really. But there they stood forehead to forehead and Ric was feeling it. To know that someone got their hands on his mother and it resulted in murder was a no brainer. It was in no way going to have any other outcome than some serious serving of consequences, bloodletting, revenge and death. A city wide fire would be the least of the worries of the one responsible once Ric got a hold of them.

“I will empty every store shelf if I have to. Mind if I toss in the suggestion of graham crackers and a Hershey Bar or two?”

It had actually been what she survived on during her days and nights living in a tent on the outskirts of Harper Rock. S’mores. Which, of course, had not a damn thing to do with arson, mass casualties and wiping a town off the world map. Except fire. No marshmallow was done in a microwave like it was over an open flame. Didn’t need to be in the scouts to find that out. It wasn’t exactly her first choice of dealing with a issue. But fire did hold the potential to eliminate the evidence if enough was used and the heat was high enough.

“I think going to the station together would be a good idea.” She gave it some thought as he stepped back. She figured the warrants on her were still outstanding but no one had attempted to call her on them in Canada so perhaps they were on to bigger threats than a former high end car thief who delivered insane wheels across state lines more than was considered tolerable let alone legal. Worst case scenarios go into play would mean having Ric on back up and vice versa couldn't hurt anything. “Then I can pay a visit.”

The shadow hiked up the carry on bags still dangling from her petite shoulder. HOPE patted the outside of the bulk and nodded in the direction it appears that they would be heading to first. The Motel 8 was hardly something to feel put out by as a place to hole up in. They had stayed in far less accommodating places when they would be forced to rest for the typical recharging that the fang baring dark side members generally required. Sewers, caves. Hell, some even lived in trees. Yep, big-***-can’t-believe-it-unless-you-see-it-for-yourself...trees. Cubby in all his grief likely forgot the fact they took up permanent residence in an abandoned prison they took ownership of called Belle Reve. That gave her some ideas instantly. There were plenty of cells open. Offenders were transported all the time to serve out their sentences elsewhere far from where their crimes were committed. Justice would be served.

Sometimes it came down to a matter of perspective that made something tolerable or survivable. Dominique’s view on the reaction Ric was having had her figuring it could be a couple things at best. None of it was the typical scenarios easy to overcome that would come about with a supportive and encouraging pat on the back and a simple , ‘Hang in there, buddy.’ Especially with the way he ditched the key to the door and nearly left his boot prints on her back taking off for hell knows where.

The shadow doubted it was about being in some roadside halfway house for the weary and limited funds traveler as it was about the uneven number on the door in front of her. Eleven was odd but it could be manipulated just by looking at it in a different way. Two lines both set in the same direction. Nice and clean. Soon she saw a pattern. The value behind it gone. But Ric really wasn’t in any mood be to asked to see things differently than he had. The information was already processed and catalogued. She didn’t have time to pull out a comfy therapy chaise from her back pocket and a notepad to transcribe her findings on. Instead she leaned over and managed not to drop the items she was packed down with while claiming the key from the carpeted floor beneath her.

“I put your bags by the bed. I will grab some ice.” The door just behind her was open and a middle aged guy with an Orkin business logo on a gray polo style shirt caught her attention. He nodded to her while holding the key to the door he was attempting to exit. “Howdy.”
“Got a question for you.” Dominique was a business person who ran things successfully with the whole direct and to the point approach. “How much would it take for you to bypass the front desk getting involved and do a room swap?” She peeked around his shoulder and the confirmation was there in all bags appearing packed and untouched at the foot of the bed. The sounds of movement in the room were followed by the television coming to life. “I got a bit of an issue going on with the number eleven. I am willing to put enough towards getting through this by avoiding it.”
“Well, now that is a bit difficult to do since my credit card is on the room. You can burn the room down and I get the bill. However…” He pulled the door closed and stepped away giving them the needed space to carry on the conversation while he headed for the ice machine down the hall. “We did have a hold on room two down at the other end of the opposite side that we just gave up. Kinda creepy. Was the room some guy murdered a couple people in. It was recently renovated and painted. The smell sort of upset my business partner’s allergies and I just got a weird vibe in it. If you check in at the desk I am sure you can grab it if that sort of thing doesn’t bother you.”
“Thanks.” Dominique left the guy behind at the ice station and made her way back to the desk.

Fifteen minutes later she found Ric and produced a key to room two. She didn’t bring up the other room and focused on the one they now had access to. A wiggle of the proof in her hands hopefully would be enough to resolve the mishap and put it behind them. They had more pressing issues coming up to deal with and a room to get into and unload what she had been hauling around on her shoulders.

“Think this room will work out better.” She handed him the key and adjusted what she was carrying. “Other end of the building and at the end of the hall.” She stepped backwards to make sure he was coming along. “Sound good?”