- Joined
- Oct 31, 2009
Kalvin ‒ or Kell, as he preferred to be called, since he hated that name ‒ walked into the small Rio de Janeiro hotel. It was not one of those fancy new hotels ‒ it was a smaller, older one, that was cheaper but further from the beaches, where he was sure his sisters were spending a lot of their time.
He walked up to the front desk. He knew enough basic Portugese to ask the older woman there which room the three Malika sisters were staying. When asked, he lied and said he was Krissy's boyfriend. She smiled, and told him the room number.
He went up the stairs, and down the hall. He reached their room, and stood in front of the door to it. As he had walked down the hall, he put a black bandana around the lower half of his face, and dark reflective sunglasses over his eyes. He was dressed in black army fatigues, and wearing black army boots.
He took a folded-up note out of the bag he had by his hip, with his left hand. He knocked on the door, hard, and waited. Meanwhile, he had his right hand in the bag ‒ he held on to an Uzi.
His plan was to hand one of his sisters ‒ whichever one answered the door ‒ the note. And then barge in with the Uzi before she could shut the door in his face. His plan was to not reveal his identity until later ‒ hence why he was going to use a note, rather than speak. If he was going to speak, it would only be with what little Portugese he knew ‒ such as "read it" ‒ in a voice that would have been unusually gutteral for him.
He walked up to the front desk. He knew enough basic Portugese to ask the older woman there which room the three Malika sisters were staying. When asked, he lied and said he was Krissy's boyfriend. She smiled, and told him the room number.
He went up the stairs, and down the hall. He reached their room, and stood in front of the door to it. As he had walked down the hall, he put a black bandana around the lower half of his face, and dark reflective sunglasses over his eyes. He was dressed in black army fatigues, and wearing black army boots.
He took a folded-up note out of the bag he had by his hip, with his left hand. He knocked on the door, hard, and waited. Meanwhile, he had his right hand in the bag ‒ he held on to an Uzi.
His plan was to hand one of his sisters ‒ whichever one answered the door ‒ the note. And then barge in with the Uzi before she could shut the door in his face. His plan was to not reveal his identity until later ‒ hence why he was going to use a note, rather than speak. If he was going to speak, it would only be with what little Portugese he knew ‒ such as "read it" ‒ in a voice that would have been unusually gutteral for him.