Veronica Valentine, the name she currently had adopted, drove up in her slick, chrome black Hummer, a H3 Alpha series to be more exact. As she leaned forward, gazing up at the neon lights of the Motel, she couldn't help but wince at the sight.<em>This</em>was where she was supposed to stay for the moment? It was certainly useful to keep a low profile since you could jot any name you wanted down on their register and pay with cash, yet the sorts of people that it attracted didn't suit her tastes at all, not to mention the fact that she was used to a higher state of living now and in the past. A faint sigh escaped her lips as she drove up into one of the unoccupied spots and turned the key to the left, cutting the ignition to her car. Such vehicles had always been criticized by people as high polluters, yet she found them to be not only very sturdy and reliable, but also capable of carrying large loads, something that suited her lifestyle. With a brief glance in the mirror at her features she opened the door and stepped out, closing and locking it before making her way to the front of the sleazy looking hotel.<br/><br/>The woman that stepped in from the front door was gorgeous, to say the least. Her features were perfectly smooth, blonde hair hanging in rivulets down from her scalp, reaching just bellow her shoulders. Two startlingly gold eyes gazed from behind long, dark lashes, and she sported an ample chest tightly confined within a sleeveless, thick white shirt. She wore a pair of green, camouflage slacks, as well as sturdy brown boots. Despite her attractive features, her eyes held something dangerous, not the cold-calculating look some women possessed, but a passionate fire that spoke of violence more than anything else. As Veronica slowly made her way to the front desk, she glanced around briefly before reaching out to tap the bell, waiting for the attendant to either wake up or dart in from where ever he, or she, was hiding. "Only for a little while," she promised herself as she waited.