Post by Marcus Foster on Jan 21, 2017 3:12:35 GMT
Marcus hated travelling. Nothing ever seemed to work out as planned especially when it was business. Even when his orders in the Army had him bouncing between various posts within the US it never failed that something would get fucked up. Working for Bellefonte did nothing to change that. It wasn't so much that the official at BA who managed such things were incompetent, it was simply a matter of there being so many moving parts when it came to business expenses something always fell through the cracks.
"No, look, I get it." Marcus sighed and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood for this shit even though he wasn't about to take it out on the hapless clerk behind the counter of the hotel lobby. She hadn't been the one who booked the room reservations and there was only so much that could be done at the ungodly hour Marcus and Angela Knight were checking in at. He glanced to his younger partner (Assistant? Understudy? Trainee?) and shrugged apologetically before turning back to the clerk. "We'll take the one room for tonight and we'll get everything straightened out tomorrow."
In truth, Marcus didn't really care one way or the other. He'd dealt with much worse sleeping assignments in far more volatile environments than a hotel in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He just hated it when things didn't go as planned and he sure as hell wasn't going to shell out his own money for an extra room.
Once the papers were signed and the room keys handed out, Marcus offered the clerk a smile and a thankful nod before hefting his large bag over his shoulder and started through the hotel lobby in the direction of the elevators. "Looks like we're roommates tonight." He said, his voice even and calm. "I hope that's not a problem."
"No, look, I get it." Marcus sighed and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood for this shit even though he wasn't about to take it out on the hapless clerk behind the counter of the hotel lobby. She hadn't been the one who booked the room reservations and there was only so much that could be done at the ungodly hour Marcus and Angela Knight were checking in at. He glanced to his younger partner (Assistant? Understudy? Trainee?) and shrugged apologetically before turning back to the clerk. "We'll take the one room for tonight and we'll get everything straightened out tomorrow."
In truth, Marcus didn't really care one way or the other. He'd dealt with much worse sleeping assignments in far more volatile environments than a hotel in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He just hated it when things didn't go as planned and he sure as hell wasn't going to shell out his own money for an extra room.
Once the papers were signed and the room keys handed out, Marcus offered the clerk a smile and a thankful nod before hefting his large bag over his shoulder and started through the hotel lobby in the direction of the elevators. "Looks like we're roommates tonight." He said, his voice even and calm. "I hope that's not a problem."