Erskine nodded. "Six. Six guests. All in the hotel, all in their own rooms. Some of them probably stubborn, because people use your hotel to hide from the law. By the time I find their rooms, convince everyone to leave, and we all actually leave, it'll already have been a good fifteen minutes. And this is assuming no one takes the opportunity of you being incapacitated to stab me, or each other, or, God forbid, the furniture you've spent so long getting just right. And then, then we'd all be stuck in Brazil."
Instead of straightening up and moving towards the desk, trusting Anton's words for what they were like he'd always done before, Erskine moved closer. The hand on Anton's shoulder became an arm around both his shoulders. "I don't want to be stuck in Brazil, Anton. It's too hot. I'm not going anywhere, and neither is anyone else here. You lose control, you kill us all."
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Instead of straightening up and moving towards the desk, trusting Anton's words for what they were like he'd always done before, Erskine moved closer. The hand on Anton's shoulder became an arm around both his shoulders. "I don't want to be stuck in Brazil, Anton. It's too hot. I'm not going anywhere, and neither is anyone else here. You lose control, you kill us all."