Place is a Madhouse...
“You’re telling me you think you saw a ghost?” Scott asked, rubbing his face where’d she’d just hit him.
“YEAH!” Skye yelled.
Scott stuck his head into her room and looked around. It was a mirror version of his own, as one would expect. The bathroom sink and mirror were against the wall that faced the rest of the room, so it wasn’t some kind of prank. He returned to his room and removed his phone from his suit jacket and shone the light into the glass.
“Looks like a normal mirror to me. What did this face look like?”
“It was a woman, middle aged-ish, older than me I’ll say that. She had long, curly red hair. And I think she was wearing a red dress.”
“Surprised you ran.”
“HEY!” She yelled, smacking him on the other cheek “this is serious.”
“I know… I’m sorry.” He said, “Let’s go have a word with Mr. Franks.”
They threw their clothes back on and climbed into the elevator.
After only a short ride, the car shook, and the lights went out.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”
The pair were able to force the doors open, having stopped at the third floor, with the doors only slightly misaligned.
“I’m so getting my money back.” Scott said.
“You stole that money.” She said flatly.
“It’s the principle. Poor customer service. Sticking my best friend in a haunted room.”
They walked down to the end of the hall and opened the door to the stairwell. It creaked and moaned, like it hadn’t been opened in ages.
“That’s odd…” Scott said.
They began down the stairs when another noise echoed in the stairwell.
“Did you just hear laughing?”
“Yeah…” Scott said, unholstering his gun.
“Turn around.” Skye said. Scott spun in place, weapon in hand “What? See something?”
“No, I just don’t want you looking…” Skye said, lifting her skirt to remove her own gun from her leg holster.
They continued down the stairs and into the main lobby.
“Hello, Mr. Franks?” Skye called, but the little man was nowhere to be seen.
“Ok, this is definitely turning into an episode of the Twilight Zone.” Scott said.
“Oh… will you stop.” She said back as she tried the front door. “It’s locked.”
“maybe he had to use the bathroom and locked it.”
“With us in it?” She asked.
“do-do do-do do-do do-do…”
“Scott, I am REALLY not in the mood for your sense of humor right now.”
“that wasn’t me.”
“Sorry, Mistress. That was me…” Tallus said
“The two of you are going to make me an alcoholic…” She said “Just… get the door open.”
“OK. Ok.” He pulled on the handle but got nothing.
“Try using your suit.”
“It’s on the plane. And if they tampered with the 5001, with my luck I’ll be wearing my Rider armor upside down…”
Skye, in a fit, fired at the glass doors, but the bullets simply fell to the ground, not even denting the glass.
“Well, this is going nowhere.” Scott said.
“Not helping.” She fussed.
Scott held up his hand and used his powers to try to pull it open.
“Nothing…”
“Double team?” Skye asked, holding up her hand.
“Guess so.” The pair tried quaking the door open and got nowhere.
“This can’t be made of vibranium, can it?”
“What if this is like what Barry and Thawne have to deal with when they cross to our world?”
“So basically, need to do this with wits instead of powers… alright, lets find that little creep.”
They searched the backside of the main desk. There were no files, no paperwork, no registry books and the phone wasn’t plugged in.
“Yeah… definitely the Twilight Zone at this point.”
“Let’s look around.”
Scott took Tallus off his wrist and gave him to Skye.
“In case you see anything, you’ll have a witness recording it.”
Scott pulled out his sunglasses and put them on, tapping the side twice.
“OK, that does make sense.” The switched their ear coms back on and split up.
Skye walked slowly down the corridor, her gun at ready.
“So…” she asked the AI “have you been able to figure anything out about what we discussed?”
“I’m sorry Mistress, but I am unable to find a greater cause. I am not adept at understanding human feelings. I am functionally a Siltavion mind, remember.”
“Right, sorry. I just… I don’t understand this at all.”
Skye walked into the hotel’s restaurant. Maybe the little twerp was trying to cook diner.
“Mr. Franks?” she called again but got no answer.
Suddenly, another lighting strike lit up the windows. Skye closed her eye to shield them from the bright light.
When she opened them again….