“We ain’t fuckin done yet,” Neo’s words rang in her head as he cautiously drove back to the hotel.<br/><br/>His explanations of what Mr. von Engels did were a little over her head but she nodded anyway. She was glad they were going to stop off for a drink. Lexi could use some Crown and Coke, mostly Crown after that fiasco. She kept trying to talk about the bug,<br/><br/>“Do you think there is a bug in my house? What about the shop? How can I tell if there is a bug planted on me?”<br/><br/>Lexi knew that a bug was not an insect. She knew it, beyond a shadow of a doubt and yet, her skin crawled, again.<br/><br/>“Damn, Neo, I just feel so violated that a hippie, of all people, should have touched me long enough to plant a bug on my coat. Good thing you figured that out. I was kind of thinking maybe the guy at the Army surplus story called that bunch and ratted us out. How can you be so chill after all that?” she asked, nervously picking on her cuticles.<br/><br/>The hotel loomed up ahead but Neo let her out at the corner. Lexi supposed she was to go on to the hotel on foot. Who knew what he would do with the stolen car. Walking in the lobby, the bellman gave her a dirty look so she wandered into the downstairs ladies’ room. Good God, she thought when she saw herself in the floor length mirror.<br/><br/>Her crayon red hair was sticking up all over her head and was filled with burrs. Her shirt was ripped in three place and spattered with large amounts of blood. Her jeans were torn and her knee was bleeding. But it was her eyes that really took the prize. They were the size of saucers and try as she might, she couldn’t get them to look normal. She washed her hands and face then went to the lobby to wait for Neo.