Escape!

Wesley steps over to the emergency box.

"Hello?" it squawks.

"Our elevator just got stuck," he answers. "What's going on?"

"Hmm. Seems to be a short circuit. Give us about ten minutes, we'll get you out in no time."

"Fuck that!" you exclaim, startling the bellboy.

You rush over toward the doors, wedging your fingers into the groove. With all your might, you pull it back. It slowly opens until it is finally out of your way.

You see the elevator doors halfway up the opening. Reaching upward, you pull those apart as well. You hoist yourself up and claw the carpet on the 8th floor until you manage to get yourself out of the elevator.

Amazing what horny desperation can do.

You're about to head toward the stairs when you hear something behind you. "Wait, sir!"

Turning, you see the bellboy looking up at you from the elevator. "What about your bags?"

Shit. Your bags. You check your watch. Almost two minutes left.

You reach into your pocket and drop the key card into the elevator. "Just drop all of them off in my room when you get out!"

You throw a ten dollar bill along with it and rush out toward the fire escape stairs. Emerging from the hallway, you walk past two men.

"Ryan's going to feel so stupid when he finds out where these were," you hear one of them say.