Moscow Nights
Boston.
He had finally, flawlessly arrived!
He stepped smoothly off the heavy commercial plane with a sleek, cross-body travel bag that securely held absolutely only a single change of clean clothes.
Arthur Sterling strode confidently out of the bustling terminal and took a deep, refreshing breath of the cool East Coast air.
As one of America's oldest, most historic cities, Boston, exactly like Los Angeles, was undeniably a sprawling seaport town.
One lay on the sun-baked West Coast, the other at the nation's freezing northeastern corner.
He had flown aggressively, completely clear across the entire massive country from Los Angeles.
The grueling flight had kept him trapped in the air for more than seven agonizing hours.
Add in the tedious layover, and by the exact time he finally landed, night had absolutely already fallen over the city for a while.
"Need a ride, sir?"
A heavy, yellow cab pulled smoothly up directly in front of him.
The driver was a middle-aged Black man who absolutely didn't look the least bit shady or dangerous.
Arthur aggressively opened the heavy car door and climbed smoothly into the back seat.
"Supermarket. Find me a highly decent hotel there ,absolutely quiet and completely clean."
"You got it, boss!"
The driver gunned the heavy engine and headed aggressively, smoothly toward the bustling streets of Supermarket.
Taxi drivers the world over seem born to be absolute, undeniable chatterboxes.
Back in sprawling Los Angeles, Arthur had rarely ever taken commercial cabs, so his highly observant mind had absolutely never noticed the cultural quirk.
But the absolute moment he hit Boston, his very first driver turned out to be a massive, relentless talker.
The man rattled on completely nonstop ,aggressively asking about Arthur's nationality, his race, and then flawlessly detailing Boston's deep history and must-see tourist spots.
He kept it up relentlessly until they were almost at the very edge of Supermarket.
The driver glanced sharply at him in the rearview mirror.
Suddenly, exactly as if remembering something highly lucrative, his tone turned incredibly cheeky and conspiratorial.
"Sir, I logically know a specific hotel nearby that's pretty famous on the underground streets."
"If you'd absolutely like to sample some of Boston's sweet, unrestricted hospitality, exactly how about giving it a try?"
In the dark back seat, Arthur ,absolutely still wearing his heavy, bug-eye sunglasses ,blinked in mild surprise.
He had long heard rumors that American folk were completely open and incredibly "simple."
But exactly after meeting Dom, who aggressively kept live fragmentation grenades and highly banned assault rifles locked in his home, and the sociopathic Steve, he had physically seen the dark definition firsthand.
Even desolate, roadside motels had eager, sketchy clerks boldly asking lone travelers if they absolutely wanted "paid entertainment" for the night.
Yet for a city cabbie himself to actively, aggressively pimp?
That was undeniably new to his calculating mind.
His predatory interest piqued, he asked with a cold, calculated smile, "Care to flawlessly elaborate?"
The driver, absolutely thrilled that his wealthy passenger finally bit the hook, flashed a massive grin that clearly said he knew perfectly well he would come around.
"Heh-heh."
"Sir, the highly specific details are absolutely best experienced completely firsthand."
"Bring enough untraceable cash and those massive Russian guys will aggressively treat you exactly like a living god."
With that confident promise, he smoothly unclipped a leather pouch securely fastened at his waist.
He pulled out a bright pink card and aggressively passed it back one-handed over the seat.
Genuinely curious, Arthur took a microscopic look.
The card was completely pink, almost blindingly garish despite its absolute lack of any complex pattern.
On the smooth front: exactly one line of bold Cyrillic text, with plain English printed directly beneath it.
"Moscow Nights."
Arthur raised a dark, calculating eyebrow behind his shades.
If it undeniably meant Russian girls, he absolutely wouldn't mind casually sampling their famed, aggressive warmth for a night.
He smoothly flipped the card over;
Absolutely only a single string of dark digits remained printed on the back.
Exactly a local phone number.
Out of pure, tactical curiosity, he seamlessly pocketed the card into his tactical gear.
"Let's aggressively go exactly there."
The driver chuckled deeply, swung the heavy steering wheel violently at the absolute next intersection, and veered aggressively away from the Supermarket district.
Minutes later, the heavy cab stopped securely directly in front of the illuminated hotel.
"Moscow Nights, huh?"
The physical place absolutely wasn't luxurious at all ,two, maybe three modest stars at absolute best.
But once the dark night fell, it blazed aggressively exactly like a massive beacon in the urban gloom.
Bright neon tubing flawlessly framed the bold words "Moscow Nights" in glowing, highly visible color.
Exactly after paying the expensive fare in untraceable cash, Arthur stepped smoothly out onto the concrete;
One of the two massive, towering doormen standing guard strode aggressively forward at once.
"Sir, please let me actively take your luggage!"
"Thank you!"
Arthur casually, flawlessly handed the small travel bag containing absolutely only a clean change of clothes directly to the imposing man.
Following the male receptionist's highly calculated guidance, he walked smoothly into the lobby toward the front desk.
Directly behind the polished counter stood several tall, stunningly beautiful, well-dressed young women.
Arthur completely couldn't tactically tell if they were actually Russian, but they absolutely looked incredibly proper and highly professional.
Exactly after quickly, flawlessly booking a standard room, he casually asked the desk for a highly detailed tourist map of Boston.
Then, strictly under the male receptionist's watchful direction, he took the heavy elevator directly up to the floor exactly where his secure room was located.
"Sir, guests are absolutely not allowed to wander aggressively around the hotel corridors at night."
"This specific, strict rule must be made completely clear in advance."
"However, if you absolutely need any specific services, you can securely call the front desk directly from your room."
"Understood," Arthur replied smoothly, his tone betraying absolutely no emotion.
Arthur absolutely didn't take the tall receptionist's heavy warning ,if that's exactly what it tactically was ,to his cold heart.
The absolute moment the receptionist left and the heavy door clicked shut, Arthur frowned deeply.
The room's physical soundproofing was incredibly, terrifyingly excellent; absolutely almost no outside ambient noise could be heard from the busy streets below.
Exactly because of that absolute silence, even the microscopic, faintest sounds became completely noticeable to his enhanced hearing.
A hidden bug?
No, an active camera lens.
Ever since his raw physical abilities had miraculously, aggressively more than doubled those of a healthy, average man,
Arthur had become incredibly, supernaturally sensitive to hostile eyes actively watching him and to microscopic, stray mechanical noises.
Thus, his highly intelligent mind quickly, flawlessly realized something was terribly off in the room.
He casually picked up the heavy Boston tourist map he had just seamlessly gotten from the front desk.
Flawlessly pretending to read it, he paced slowly and naturally around the quiet room, his calculating gaze mostly appearing to be firmly on the map.
Yet with his supernaturally heightened senses, he quickly, aggressively located at least three hidden listening devices meticulously planted in the room.
Pinhole cameras had also been flawlessly installed directly in both the main room and the tiled bathroom.
Discovering this massive breach of privacy, his rugged expression turned incredibly cold and highly playful.
Are these damn Russians actively up to something highly illegal?
From the absolute moment he aggressively entered the hotel lobby, Arthur had flawlessly noticed,
That absolutely all the directional signs were printed in both Cyrillic Russian and English, and some of the heavy staff spoke rapid Russian among themselves.
So he logically believed the chatty cab driver absolutely hadn't lied a single bit ,
This was undeniably a front hotel completely run by aggressive Russians.
He had merely, casually thought the physical place might be a bit shady, but absolutely hadn't minded staying for the night.
Now, however, he felt deeply, tactically wary of the entire hotel and the ruthless Russians pulling the strings behind it.
He coldly decided to rigorously keep a highly low profile for the quiet night, to completely avoid accidentally leaking any classified, private information.
He walked smoothly directly into the bathroom.
Exactly after a quick, scalding shower, he flawlessly feigned deep physical fatigue and casually tossed his clean change of clothes directly onto a specific spot that perfectly, aggressively blocked the hidden camera aimed squarely at the bed.
With that tactical countermeasure flawlessly done, he reached over, turned off the bright lights, and lay down completely to sleep.
But absolutely not very long after the room went pitch-black,
The heavy room phone suddenly, violently rang, shattering the absolute silence.
Frowning deeply in the dark, Arthur aggressively picked up the cold receiver, and a heavy, deep voice spoke from the other end.
"Sir, are you completely lonely tonight? Would you absolutely like some warm company?"
Arthur narrowed his dark, calculating eyes and glanced directly toward the dark corner exactly where he had flawlessly blocked the active camera.
He immediately, flawlessly realized he might have aggressively checked into a place that was far, far from ordinary,