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At around the same time as Burgess was attending to Baldwin, another man was searching for information of a different nature. McClane, having retired to his hotel room after his meeting with Orion at the pub, leaned in close to his laptop screen, using his fingertip as a marker on the screen. It was late and he had switched the lights off, leaving the portable computer on the table before him as the only source of light in the room. He smiled thinly as he found what he was after and held up a napkin bearing a series of letters and numbers; a license plate he had jotted down earlier. Specifically, the license plate belonging to the girl that had been accompanying Orion. He had waited patiently for the pair to leave just so he could see which car had been hers.
"Lawson," he read aloud, his smile becoming smug and altogether unpleasant. "Nadia Lawson. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Missy. Now, let's see if I can't get to know you a little better..."
Jotting a few things down on a pad of the hotel room's paper, he made a short list of things he would need to know before he decided to go through with the plan he had in mind. It was a risky course of action, he knew, but hopefully one worth the risk. Orion normally skipped town at the first sign of trouble and his experience told him he was assuming a lot in expecting him to stay. His instincts, however, told him something was different. Simon didn't know what sort of arrangement Orion had with the girl, but he was staying near to her. This suited Simon fine; it made the blasted shape-shifter infinitely easier to pin down. Patting his firearm, resting in its holster on the table beside his laptop, he smiled in anticipation. He was looking forward to this.
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