The hot shower had been exactly what Frank had needed, the surprise quick laundry service available had been a welcome addition to his early morning. No longer throwing out an aroma that made a skunk seem pleasant he headed back to the diner area of the truck stop and took a seat in one of the booths. It was nearing the four o'clock hour and no doubt a cop or state trooper was bound to make an appearance soon for their morning coffee and a doughnut before shift change.<br/><br/>A blonde waitress approached him with a pad and a pen. Her pink apron and matching dress suited her features well. Despite being slightly older she still held some of her youthful beauty. The woman did look nervous and clearly had lost a drawing of who would wait on him. Before she could even speak Frank's voice rolled out with a smooth calmness to it, as if the prior incident had never happened. "Don't be so nervous, I ain't gonna bite you. I will have the Denver Omelette, hashbrowns, and white toast and a cup of coffee please." The woman scrawled the words onto the pad, nodded, and abruptly turned around to give his order to the kitchen.<br/><br/><i>So much for hospitality in this town.</i>He thought to himself as the rude behaviors continued. He had done nothing wrong, in his eyes, and yet he was being treated like a terrorist. Still his food came decently prepared for a diner, his coffee was hot, and at least no one bothered him further. The flavor of his food was surprisingly good for such mediocre presentation and it did not last long upon his plate. Less than five total minutes passed from the time he took his first bite until it was gone. The last drops of his swill went down his throat before Frank rose to his feet once more.<br/><br/>A few creaks and pops could be heard, no police had arrived and Frank assumed they were either late or somewhere else. Either way he was happy about that fact, and relatively shocked the owner had not called the cops in the first place when he broke the man's leg at the knee. Word would eventually travel about that feat, but he did not care at all. There was money owed, he approached the counter with a new pep in his step, a smile on his face, and two Benjamin's in his left hand. He placed them on the counter and looked at the owner who had told him to leave earlier. "Here is money for services and all the trouble madam. I will be on my way."<br/><br/>With that he slung his duffle bag over his right shoulder and made a hasty exit. When the door shut he heard the woman's voice, "and don't you ever come back you dumb son of a bitch!" Frank ignored it. He easily could have gone back in, murdered everyone, and left but he wanted to stay low for now. His profile had already reached a high point in The Big Apple, now it was time to blend in a bit, despite his violent showing of course.<br/><br/>So began the walk into the main part of town, most of his money was spent, no hotel room for him, but he would head there anyways. It was the easiest place to scout for the green eyed woman he was curious about.