A few hours would come to pass as Don moved securely from the submarine, to an isolated coastal area, to an organized vehicle, till finally the hotel where Miss Claire had organized a room for him in advance.
He currently stepped out of an elevator and into a lavish hotel corridor before walking to his suite, wearing a full suit, gloves, with a new looking more professional duffle bag by his side.
The corridor itself was quiet and opulent, thick carpeting muting every footfall, soft recessed lighting casting a warm golden glow along walls of pale stone and dark wood.
He reached the door to a suite and used his keycard to open the door.
