He hears a door slam, he remembers a tan coloured car that was behind him all the way to the hotel but turned off at the last minute.
He cautiously moves towards the window to see if the tan coloured car was actually there. As he looks through the double glazed window, he notices that it is starting to get dark as if someone has hit a dimmer switch. As he ran his finger along the window frame, his finger was covered with dust as if it had never been cleaned. He went to the bed and picked up his binoculars out of his opened brief case. He slowly moves back to the window, his reflection mirrored in the frames of his binoculars like an icy lake.
A figure is waiting by a street lamp in the street below; the figure is slightly plump like a rodent storing fat for the winter. As he catches a glimpse of the strangers face he is startled. He runs over to his brief case and pulls out a picture, he immediately matches it to the figure by the street lamp. He starts to look around the streets for any escape routes; there was a small alley that leads to a neighbouring street. He is almost blinded by a flouresant light of a seedy stripe joint.
The figure in the night is accumulating a crowd as others join him; they are talking and pointing towards his cheap hotel. He is sure they are pointing to his window but suddenly realises that it would be impossible to see him from the street. A couple of suited men walkover to the illuminated stripe joint and come back out almost instantly with a bottle in each hand. There were three of them excluding the first figure; the three walk towards his hotel.
His blood rushes through his veins like water through a hose, he thinks of what to do, what actions to take. He is tired of being hunted by men in bowler hats but what else is he to do.
He quickly breaks the window with a chair as the men burst through the door, they rush over to the broken window with their guns blazing like fire crackers as he slips behind the open door, he slips out; he has made his escape. Sweat forms on his brow like condensation on a window as he contemplates his next move.
