Getting off the plane in Bucharest was a fairly easy and painless task thanks to Lord Valion’s influence. People were waiting for them and the whole customs requirement was pushed through in a private room by security officers treating them like famous VIPs.
Before they knew it they had arrived at a rather swank looking hotel, its old stone architecture making it look unattainable and expensive. The sun was rising and they could see that Valion was eager to get his two bodyguards, that had travelled with them from New York, inside.
As they were swept past reception and ushered quickly into a lift that went to the penthouse suite Valion grinned at them and announced the hotel belonged to him.
He leaned closer and whisper-shouted to them. “You should see what lies in the basement…”
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