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One of the best parts about staying in a lovely hotel is always the Continental Breakfast. This place was no different, although they offered more than the usual fare of Danish and coffee. I made my way to the buffet, checking the hallway as I exited my room. You can’t be too careful, you know. ~M could be anywhere and I didn’t want to be caught in the elevator without backup. Coast clear, off I went.

I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t find the crew at breakfast. After the lemon debacle last night, I doubted they would even want breakfast. I had a chance to gather my thoughts and enjoy a nice cup of coffee without someone chattering in my ear. Of course, that didn’t last long at all. Mildred was the first one down. She looked green. I offered her a croissant, and I do believe she turned an even darker shade of green. Oh dear. This was not going to be a good day. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of them.

One by one, they filtered into the dining room. Cory and Fred went for dry toast, Michael grabbed a roll and some meats, and then thought twice, and joined the other two men with the dry toast. I couldn’t help but smile, watching them flop down, like they had been up all night, burning the midnight oil. I’m sure they had been up, but there was no oil involved. Penelope, as usual, was pouting, complaining to the others that they had ruined her night. She was the same shade of green as Mildred. I waited, as they got their toast, and the ladies had tea, before I laced into them about their behavior.

Walt. Where the heck was Walt? I asked the others, but they all had that confused look on their faces. No one knew where he was. I prayed he wasn’t up to his fiery deeds. I don’t think I could handle another one of those. I signaled for the bellhop, and asked if he would be so kind as to check on the gentleman in room ### (still not telling). He nodded and said he would be back soon. Upon returning, he informed me the room had not been slept in and there was no one inside. Walt’s belongings were there, but he wasn’t. This had me really worried. Could ~M have gotten to him without us knowing?

I couldn’t eat anymore, and by the looks of things, the others wanted nothing more than to get away from the food. My tirade would have to wait.  Now, not only did we have to find ~M, we also had to find Walt. I hoped we would before it was too late.

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July Writing Prompt – Abstemious intentions – Day 27/31

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Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice!  If you’ve  missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!

Finally getting back to the hotel, I now had to figure out how to get Michael into the lobby. I spotted Walt and Cory and called to them for help. They meandered over, and seeing Michael in the front seat, gave me an awkward look. I sighed, then explained who he was and how he tired himself running after my car, blah, blah, blah, and would they PLEASE help me instead of jumping to conclusions! Both faces flushed and they proceeded to drag the agent from the car, both holding him up on their shoulders.

Michael stirred enough to acknowledge the desk clerk, with Walt interjecting it had been a rough night for the boys. Whatever. While waiting for the elevator, Fred rolled in and came over to see what all the fuss was. Learning we had a new agent on the team did not sit well with him at all. I knew how he felt. At that moment, Mildred and Penelope entered the lobby and squeals came out of Pouty’s mouth. Hearing them jolted Michael from his comatose state and he grinned a mile wide. I’m guessing they know each other.

Before I could say anything, the two of them were jabbering back and forth. What they were saying, I have no idea. Between the Aussie accent and the Queen’s English, it was total pandemonium.  I was a goner. I’m lucky I understand half the American’s I deal with. There was lingo flying everywhere. The most I got out of it was they were on a mission together, not long ago, one that ended poorly, I might add, and were thrilled to be partnered again. Yippee for me.

Putting that bit of info aside, I lead them all onto the elevator, pressed the button for our floor (you didn’t think I would tell you what floor, did you? What if ~M is reading this?), and watched as the doors closed. I was now stuck in a box with six loonies. I’d rather be stuck with Darth Vader, maybe, no, not really. Dear Lord, I needed a drink, but no time for that. I had to keep my head on straight. Ear plugs would have been nice, though. Elevators have a knack for echoing loud noises.

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July Writing Prompt – Perpetual Pandemonium – Day 25/31

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