Steam wafts out of the bathroom as Rhett pulls open the door to the bedroom. He walks over toward the bed with the towel wrapped around his waist and takes a seat at the end. The sun is shining through the large windows overlooking the strip and he can't help but smile. He never expected he would ever step foot on a plane let alone venture out to Las Vegas. But here he is. It's a beautiful day outside and he's getting ready to go to his friend's wedding with a beautiful girl on his arm. He doesn't know how the day to could get any better at this point.

There's a pounding at the hotel room door and he quickly jumps up from the bed. The heaviness against the door sounds much harder than what Maria could do. Besides, she hasn't been gone for very long and unless she lives in this hotel he doesn't think it would be possible that she could be back by now. He starts walking toward the door when he hears the familiar click of the lock and the door is pushed open.

A guy walks through the door who is definitely not a hotel employee or a police officer. Although he holds himself in a similar fashion as his eyes comb over the room. When he sees Rhett standing there he immediately goes into defensive mode when he asks, "Who the fuck are you?"

Not quite a warm welcome, but Rhett wasn't expecting one either. Planting his feet firmly on the carpet he squares his shoulders and replies, "I could ask you the same thing. You came barging into my hotel room like you own the place. So, who are you?"

"What do you mean this is your hotel room? Did you stay the night here?"

The line of questioning is really starting to piss Rhett off and since his questions aren't being answered, he decides to give a shit answer right back. "No, I always go into random hotel rooms and strip down to nothing but a towel. It's a favorite pastime of mine."

The guy who still hasn't told Rhett who he is or what he's doing here doesn't crack a smile as he stands there continuing to watch Rhett.

Obviously now is not the time for sarcasm. He clears his throat and says, "Yes I stayed here all night. I've got somewhere to be. So, if you'd like to tell me what this is all about I can try and help you out."

"Were you alone?"

That line of questioning instantly has alarms going off in Rhett's head. He was willing to humor the guy and his questioning but the fact that Maria hasn't even been gone an hour yet and now this guy shows up. Something is not adding up here. His jaw clenches as he asks, "Who the fuck are you?"

The man looks bored as he replies, "My name is Ghost. Now were you alone?"

Rhett starts to tell him to get out of his room and go fuck his questioning, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head tells him that something is wrong. This guy is way too professional and military like to be one of the thugs that work for Maria's boss. And if whoever this Ghost guy is knows something about Maria and maybe how to help her out of her situation at the strip club. He shakes his head and says, "No, I wasn't alone."

Ghost doesn't pause before he whips another question out to Rhett. "Where did the woman go who staying in the room with you?"

"She went home to get a change of clothes. Why what's going on?"

That gets a response out of him, but not what Rhett is expecting at all. Ghosts entire body stiffens and he says, "Fuck this isn't good."

"What do you mean? What the hell is going on? Where is Maria?"

"What did you just say?" Ghost asks suddenly with his tone of voice changing like he suddenly heard something he wanted to.

Rhett shrugs and says, "What the hell is going on?"

"No, that last part."

He has no idea what is going on here, but he repeats the last question he asked. "Where is Maria?"

"She told you her name?"

"What are you talking about? Why wouldn't she tell me her name?"

"No, she told you her real name." When Rhett doesn't offer any sort of explanation he continues, "Everyone here in Las Vegas knows her as Angel Vasquez. But she told you her real name so obviously, she trusts you and sent me here for a reason."

"You're not making any sense. Angel is just her stripper name, right? And what do you mean sent you here?"

He crosses the room toward Rhett and stops directly in front of him. The seriousness in his eyes can't be questioned as the following words come out of his mouth, "Maria has been kidnapped. Angel is her stage name, but it's also her undercover name. She's been deep undercover for the past three years and I'm pretty sure her cover was just blown."