The room was large, modern, minimalist and expensive without being ostentatious. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline with the lights stretching endlessly into the distance.
West stepped inside first, checking corners, bathrooms and adjoining doors before turning back.
"You stay here."
Amos nodded immediately. "Of course."
Debra hesitated. "…West— can we talk? I want to—"
"No," West cut her off. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say. After this is all over, we can go back to not existing in each others lives."
West walked further into the room, setting a few things down ranging from supplies to bottled water and basic necessities. He moved like someone used to planning ahead.
"I'll arrange for food."
"I'll arrange for security."
"I'll find out everything I can about who's hunting you," his tone was flat and detatched.
Debra watched him with an emotional look. "…And after that?"
West paused. "I'll take care of it."
That was all she got.
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