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The boy looked at them nervously. "What do you want?" he asked.

"We're looking for information," the other henchman said. "We're willing to pay for it." He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and held it out. "We need to know the room number of one of the guests."

The bellboy's eyes widened at the sight of the money, he gasped as He glanced around, checking around to see if anyone was in sight. Then he took the cash and shoved it into his pocket. "What's the room number?" he asked, his voice low.

“That's the information we need, we have the picture of the person” one of the henchmen replied. The boy's expression turned sour. "I don't know if I can do this," he said, looking confused. "I could get into huge trouble."

But then the money was too much and way beyond his yearly salary he thought and he agreed to help. He led them to a secluded part of the hotel, where they planned on how to receive the information.

Felicity's pov

Back in the hotel room, I got hungry and quickly orde