This is new...

[hermeshaight]

Hermes was going back to his room in quite a huff. Still no peep show in the girl's locker room. Did they even use the pool? It was frustrating because there wasn't much else for the intangible cloud of gas to do but spy on people. And talk to them, but that was boring

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[double_07]

It turned out someone more corporeal had discovered this little oddity as well. But then, the addition of a third-floor button to all the elevators wouldn't have escaped many eyes, let alone one as keen as Bond's.

So naturally, forgoing the gym that morning, he holstered his gun in the waistband of his jeans and rode the lift upstairs.

The addition of new rooms was a little puzzling - so far, the airport had been attentive to their needs, and the ones below were hardly filled to capacity. But the real gem of the third floor he found at the very end of his investigation.

He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when he stepped into the kitchen, as starvation might have been a merciful death for them all if they were destined to be prisoners for the rest of their lives.

But either way, at first, he did not seem to detect the ghost's presence.

[hermeshaight]

Hermes shifted slightly when he heard the door open, chuckling as the newcomer walked right beneath him without realizing it. "Hm...new victim..." he whispered, laughing, as he coalesced back to human shape behind the man.

[double_07]

Bond had stepped forward a bit by then, intent on taking an inventory of the supplies. But when the prickling sensation suggesting he wasn't alone reached the back of his neck, accompanied by the distinct sound of laughter, he paused and glanced sharply upward, catching the reflection of the door he'd come through in the smooth surface of one of the pans hanging above the center island.

There was certainly something behind him. And before he'd even finished turning - hand on the grip of the Walther P99 - Bond already had a grim suspicion of what it was.

"Hermes, is it?" he asked coldly, gesturing with his chin then to indicate the kitchen around them as he dropped his hand from the weapon. "You certainly don't waste any time."

[hermeshaight]

"Well...I do believe in punctuality," Hermes replied. He drifted away, inspecting the kitchen at a leisurely pace. "...So you've heard of me. I'm flattered."

Everything was electric. Well, he didn't want to destroy the new kitchen anyway. He wasn't nearly bored enough for that, not to mention he'd already done it once. Then, he smirked and turned back to Mr. Wannabe CIA. "...Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to destroy your precious food source," he sneered. "My next little prank is going to be...much more creative..."