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Chapter 15
He could only have been about three people behind Andrea as they got off the plane, but that was as close as he got as as soon as they stepped on to the runway they were led off individually by a member of staff. A stern faced man, again with no discernable feature, nothing to make him stand out, led him to a nearby building. Once they entered the building, they immediately turned left and walked along a plush carpeted, picture lined corridor, which was all bathed in that bright light. It hurt his eyes again, as he had only just got used to the dark on the runway after coming off the plane, and found himself scrambling in his pocket for his sunglasses again.
They turned right suddenly, and then quickly right into a stairwell, and up four flights of stairs. At the top they came out of the stairwell and turned right and then left again, before his escort stopped suddenly. The escort pushed a button on the wall that he’d not previously seen, and a door swung open.
“This is your room,” the escort started, “Everything you need to live normally will be found in this room. The bathroom has been furnished with your usual brands of toiletries, and you will find a selection of clothes in your size in the wardrobes and drawers. There are hot drink making facilities, and a mini fridge with a selection of drinks in. You will also find some snack foods in the cupboard above the fridge. Guidelines for your stay here, and a map of the complex are on the back of this door. The doors are locked automatically from 11pm to 6.30am, and you really don’t want to be found outside your room during these times. The locks can only be overridden by one person, and as he is in charge of matters here, he would not take kindly to being disturbed.”
With that the escort turned and walked away leaving him at the door to the room. He stepped inside, and closed the door behind him, and sure enough on the back of the door was a quite detailed A3 map, and a number of A4 instruction sheets. To his left was a small area, that couldn’t quite be considered a kitchenette, but contained, the items described. He wandered over, and found a selection of coffees, teas, and malted drinks, along with sugar, and milk and cream . He opened the fridge, and was pleasantly surprised to find it stocked with numerous bottles of Pepsi, and cans of Stella. However he also shuddered as he thought just how much was known about him.
To his right there was a door, which led into the bathroom, and he had a quick look to find it well stocked with any toiletries he could think of using, and a few that he wouldn’t have. The rest of the room had a large wardrobe in the corner and a chest of drawers next to it, and then next to that a desk, with a great array of stationery and what looked to be a comfy chair. Then there was a big, freshly made bed, and a small cabinet next to it, with an alarm clock on. He looked around again, and noticed that it was the only piece of electrical equipment in the room apart from the fridge. There was no TV, and no telephone for that matter either. He looked around the room and found that there were power points elsewhere in the room, and a network port, but no phone port.
He set his alarm, undressed and turned the light off. He got onto the bed and slept, he’d check everything else out in the morning.