Isaac stepped out of a full-body mirror and entered a luxury hotel room. Isaac looked to his right and looked out of the floor to ceiling windows at the city of Portland. He looked in the direction of the decrepit apartment he had just escaped from and smiled.
He turned back to the room and looked around slowly. Denim-blue wallpaper wrapped around the entire room. Next to the mirror Isaac stepped out of was a California King bed, draped in crispy white tucked sheets.
Isaac continued to look around the room. He spotted an ornate and intricately crafted wooden desk with a bulky laptop sitting on it. Turning more, there was a large dresser with a TV mounted above it. And finally, he spotted two grey designer chairs with strange swirling patterns on them. In one of the chairs sat Ms. Friendly, her eyes focused on Isaac.
"Hey Auntie!" Isaac called out jovially.
Ms. Friendly frowned, "Don't 'hey auntie' me. Why didn't you two destroy the base like you were supposed to?"
