In addition to expensive ultra-comfortable and pompous rooms with a private swimming pool, yacht, helicopter, talking toilet with lighting and president as a maid, the hotel "Plazza" was famous for its murderously aggressive security system, operating on the principle of "step right, step left - shooting". Simple mortal visitors of this laccheri-citadel, a spire drowning somewhere in the clouds, sometimes had the impression that it is managed not by an ordinary animal, but by the same notorious security system. You want to get from the street - you need a key card, you want to get into the elevator - you need a key card, you want to get into your room - you need a key card, a fingerprint, a picture of the retina and the name of your secret twin-a-couple's third cousin. What the hell does it even need? Plazza" was often visited by all sorts of glamorous pop divas, criminal authorities under the guise of pop-divas, officials of different calibers, a cocktail of secular lionesses and business billionaires, and just unexpected guests, whose purse was thicker than their own tail. Probably, the creator relied on the desire of guests to stay incognito, so this marasmus was so easy for him to get off his feet. However, almost everyone was satisfied. Almost...
- Captain, talk to me, I'm bored.
- Wilde, are you crazy out there, or what? - Buffalo answered more as a formality than to confirm the subordinate's adequacy. So he realized a long time ago that he wouldn't put his finger in his mouth - he'd bite off his elbow, chew it up, and ask for more.
- Chief, what kind of football team are you for? For "Horns and hooves" or for "Rusty tails"? - Nick did not care.
God breathed heavily, theatrically dropping his eyes to the ceiling. If a buffalo had been built into its pupils by laser, the phrase "How you got me!" would have been clearly imprinted on the matte surface of the ceiling.
- Of course, for "Horns and hooves", which is nothing," he murmured quietly so that the external speaker did not catch the voices.
And it all began very harmlessly - with the detention of a secular "lioness" with bags. And she was a lioness in the literal sense, because if the auxiliary detachment lingers a little longer, she would have painted buffalo under her "manicure". Nick, Judy, Gaines, Volkas, and Klykado stayed several floors up and insured the boss and the others in case the fish got off the hook. But the amateur sniffer was twisted, the evidence was taken away, and her finger was threatened. The operation ended, the "insured" left their positions and in order not to bother themselves with a two-hour hike from the eightieth floor to the first one, they used the gift card received from the hotel management and called the elevator. Ultra-fast, spacious, with changing neon lighting and a bunch of buttons. When he stopped on the ground floor, Nick nobly let his colleagues and partner in front of him. But for some reason the security system didn't appreciate the gesture of generosity, and the doors with the metal climbing closed like a mouse trap right in front of the fox's nose.
- Wait a minute," said Nick, who was ahead of the curve, rushing to the door release button.
The elevator ignored the request, and for a couple of seconds "thought" and with the speed of Kogtyauser eating doughnuts, rushed up. The bummed audience also for a few seconds fell out of what was happening, and then stared bluntly at the scoreboard of floors. On reaching the figure fifty-two mechanism stopped and did not move anymore.
- Well, guys, today is an extremely lucky day for me, - the chief smirked, shining with happiness, as a five-year-old child who received the desired toy, and a brisk step headed for the exit.
to be continued...