THE BIG SURF HOTEL MAY HAVE BEEN NICE ONCE, BUT THAT WAS WHEN REAGAN WAS PRESIDENT. SINCE THAT TIME, THE YEARS AND THE MANAGEMENT HAVE RUN IT INTO THE GROUND. I WALK UP TO THE DESK WHERE A SHORT BURLY MAN IN A DIRTY TEE-SHIRT IS WATCHING T.V. I ASK TO SEE THE REGISTER AND NOTICE THAT A MAN NAMED BIG JIM SLADE WAS IN ROOM 305. THAT'S THE SAME MAN THAT WAS ON THE LIST I GOT FROM ARNOLD DWEEB. I ASK THE MANAGER IF HE REMEMBERS SLADE.
"YA, I REMEMBER. HE WAS A BIG MEAN LOOKING GUY. LEFT YESTERDAY. HIS ROOM HASN'T EVEN BEEN CLEANED YET." I DECIDE TO CHECK HIS ROOM OUT...
THERE'S A FEW EMPTY BEER BOTTLES, CIGARETTE BUTTS ON THE FLOOR, AND A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE FEATURING THE GIRLS OF FREAKTOWN. IN THE GARBAGE CAN IS A FAX, THAT SAYS, "ADD LOLA LOVETOY TO YOUR HIT LIST. THE BOYS AT MTC THINK SHE KNOWS TOO MUCH." THE INITIALS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE FAX ARE "R.K". FINDING NOTHING MORE OF INTEREST, I RETURN TO MY SPEEDER.
