"Merci, monsieur, good night." The receptionist replied smugly "Va te faire foutre, s'il vous plaît!" the receptionist whispered ringing a small table bell. A small uniformed porter boy appeared from behind the desk. He held out his hands offering to carry the trio's suitcases but everyone held on to their possessions firmly. Puzzled, the boy proceeded up the spiralled staircase to show them to their room. The boy quickly disappeared up narrow set of carpeted stairs at the top of the first floor balcony. The trio clambered after him scraping the suitcases against the walls and handrail of the narrow stairs that were covered in small famed watercolour paintings.

Room twenty-eight was the third room on the second tier of the hotel. The porter stood against the second floor balcony rail opposite to the white painted wooden door, holding out the key with a straight arm. Decker took the key of the porter, who was suddenly looked over the balcony down at the reception area. There were more guests, the boy informed them that breakfast was at half past seven in the morning and then he wished them goodnight before racing back down the two flights to answer the bell downstairs which had rang at least three times. As Decker turner the key in the room twenty-eight door's lock an uncontrollable smile broke out on his face. It felt as if a great weight was lifted from all three of them as the door swung open sucking them into the room with the cold outside air. They had all made it, and they were free to be who they wanted to be, no one knew who they were here, they could start a new life.

The room was filled with cool fresh evening air as the net curtains fluttered in the breeze from the upper bay windows of their, once, luxurious apartment. Erin squealed with excitement and jumped at Wayne who was laughing heartily, they all dropped their suitcases and bags and embraced in the centre of the room. Wayne and Erin embraced, Wayne swinging her light body round and round on the spot laughing ecstatically. Decker picked up and put down his small suitcase on the bed and kicked his footwear off his aching feet. He fell back on the squashy mattress and lay looking up at the ceiling. As long as they lay low and did not use any public communications that were not encoded, Majestic Twelve could not trace them. Jacques had said this place was safe and Decker felt he could be trusted.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Erin said with a grin.

"Good, you can test the water." Young replied. The bathroom door was shut and there was a hush of water from the showerhead was heard as it spurted out warm water. Decker lay still smiling from ear to ear. Young picked up his suitcase and placed it on top of Decker's suitcase, he unzipped the sides of the suitcase flipping open the floppy lid and started to unpack his squarely folded clothes.

There was a double knock at the door.

"Monsieur, Madame left a satchel at reception." Came the small childish voice through the door. Young opened the door to the small porter boy who stared up at Young. The boy held the bag tightly then smiled and handed it over.

"We'll try and be more careful, merci." Young said taking the bag out of the boy's hands. Young slowly closed the door on the porter who was still standing at the door looking inwards. The boy peeped through the slit just as the door closed.

"Nosey little kid." Young said frowning, Decker chuckled. "Erin you left your bag at the reception desk." Young called to her through the shower door.

"Sorry honey," came a muffled apology as the sound of the showerhead stopped.