Voices from the manager's office seem a bit raised, but after a few more minutes Fitz steps back out into the bright, warm sun with an annoyed expression and wanders over to join the pow-wow.<br/><br/>"That could've gone better.  You guys want the good news first or the bad news?"<br/><br/>He jerks a thumb back at the office.<br/><br/>"Good news is, we now own a hotel.  Bad news is, I think we're gonna have to man the front desk.  Once we clean up the blood, that is.  Hell of a day."<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>The young woman smiles blissfully in Ysabel's direction.  She's probably stoned out of her little hippie brain, given the way she sort of focuses on the former Fed.