Hudson's had jobs like this before. The smaller variables may have differed this time around, but that didn't mean he was any less prepared.
He casually leaned on the front desk of the hotel and soon the receptionist attended to him with a pleasant "Can I help you sir?"
He adjusted his Ray Bands so that they perfectly hid his eyes and replied calmly "I'm here to meet my daughter Ashley Moorland…" he started with the bold lie and backed it with various fake alibis (such as a fake ID) to gain the woman's trust. Innocently believing his facade, she told him where to find Ashely.
"Room 845. Got it, much thanks love."
Not much more time was waisted as he found his way to the room. He checked his pistol for a full clip and adjusted the bullet proof vest beneath his Vuitton suit.
Though, much to his surprise the room had already been broken into by some monstrous skeleton. Whether it was just an average enemy of the woman or a competing mercenary was glaringly irrelevant, he was simply in Hudson's way and must be removed from the picture.
He improvises by rushing in the room with shots roughly aimed at the Pyre's head and unleashing a smoke grenade.
"Miss Ashley! Over here! I'm here to protect you under your current 'circumstances' and bloody protect you I will!"
I'd wish you luck with college, but come on, you don't need it. You'll totally own whatever projects are thrown your way and have time to party in between. Whatever you hope to do afterwards I'm sure you'll also do great at.
And now might be the last time we speak so in case you didn't already know: you were without a doubt my favorite writer on the vine and that's saying a lot as there is so much talent around here.
I totally mean that too, not just kissing up for the goodbye.