Speeding down the Mojave Desert's interstate, Draco finally had a second of rest to collect his thoughts.
When he thought back to everything that happened in the last half an hour Draco's mind went through a variety of emotions.
First he experienced joy, joy at still being alive, and joy from not having been arrested during whatever the hell had just happened.
The next thing he experienced was a belated sense of terror, after all, the more Draco thought back to his life or death battle with the gang members, the more details he began to recall.
He remembered the feeling of bullets whizzing past his ears, hitting the seats around him.
He remembered the sickening sensation of running that man over… and above all else he could still see fresh in his mind the sight of Shamus' destroyed skull.
He looked over his shoulder and shuddered, as if he could still see the man slumped over in his passenger seat.
These emotions that Draco was experiencing were actually quite normal.
Even though Draco grew up in a rough neighborhood and had even seen people get shot before, never had he himself been involved in a shootout, let alone one taking place in high speed vehicles.
'Jesus, I really killed that guy didn't I?' Draco thought to himself as he continued down the road.
Draco might seem calm and collected on the surface, but this was all a first for him.
At the end of the day Draco wasn't some ruthless drug kingpin, he was just some guy who had graduated high school last year and was looking to make some easy money.
That's right, Draco was only 18! It was easy to think otherwise due to his tall stature and mature looking features, but this was the truth of the matter.
Even back in high school when he was just selling drugs to people in his school, the most he ever had to do was beat someone up for skimping on payment.
Draco was beginning to think that he was in over his head!
With these thoughts in his mind Draco continued to speed down the interstate.
He didn't know who the gang was that attacked him, and he didn't even know if the police were after him, but what he did know was that he had to get out of there.
After all, the plates on his car were registered in his name, and there was a dead body in it. Draco didn't want to be home when police came knocking to ask him about that strange coincidence.
He wasn't leaving behind much, and ever since his father was arrested 2 years ago he had been living on his own. Knowing that all he was leaving behind was a run-down apartment and a trashed car, he had no hesitation in his heart.
Over the course of four hours Draco only stopped for gas once before arriving at his destination.
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It was night time now, and as one looked at the city Draco was now driving into the first thing they would notice were the mesmerizing lights.
The next thing you would notice was the number of luxurious casinos and skyscrapers lining the city.
Anyone who had seen this iconic city before would instantly recognize it, for Draco had just arrived in Las Vegas, the Sin City.
Draco quickly found a large parking lot next to a motel where he promptly left his vehicle behind.
He made sure to grab Shamus' empty gun and leave the keys under the seat.
Combined with the fact that he no longer had any use for it, and the fact that it was actually quite stupid to drive around in a stolen vehicle, he decided to ditch the car.
'I hope that old lady managed to find her way back to safety, and manages to get her car back somehow.' he shook his head as he began to walk towards the nearest sidewalk.
'Oh well, I guess it's all up to her luck, and how competent the law enforcement is. All I know is I won't be helping them.' he thought to himself before raising his hand to signal for a taxi.
Draco felt more than a little bad when thought back to the Old Lady he had left stranded on the side of the road in 90°F weather.
This feeling only lasted for a moment though as he came to the conclusion that if he had to choose between himself and an old lady, he would always choose himself!
After all, Draco still has his whole life ahead of him, while that old lady had already lived through hers. Satisfied with his way of thinking, Draco nodded his head silently to himself.
It only took a minute or so before a bright yellow taxi saw him and pulled up to the curb.
After getting into the taxi, Draco told the driver, "Take me to the closest hotel, but make sure that it isn't sh*tty."
The taxi driver rolled his eyes, but Draco couldn't see his face as the man was facing the road. "Does the Hitton work?"
Draco nodded his head, "Yeah, the Hitton is fine."
As Draco settled into the back seat of the car waves of exhaustion began to hit him all at once.
He closed his eyes, and the next time he opened him the taxi was pulling up to the front of the hotel.
The Hitton Hotel was a simply massive building, as many Las Vegas hotels were.
The building itself was built in a crescent shape, and the exterior looked to be made out of some type of silver material.
Glancing up you could see the hotel was easily dozens of stories tall, and it was complete with a large fountain and several statues in front of the building.
After giving the taxi driver a $20 bill Draco got out of the cab and walked into the Hotel's lobby.
The lobby itself had a very tall ceiling, and featured vast white marble floors and numerous seating areas.
Draco walked to one of the many reception counters and gave a friendly smile to the girl who was working there.
"Hey, I'd like to check out a room."
The receptionist smiled back at him and nodded her head, "Of course, and for how many nights?"
"Just one."
"Alright, please give me just a second, sir." the lady said as she seemed to type something into her computer.
"Okay, so currently only our master suites on the twelfth and fifteenth floor are available. Would one of those work for you?" she said after a moment.
"Yes, that's fine. Anything works at this point." he waved his hand tiredly.
"Had a long day, huh?" the receptionist asked
"You don't even know the half of it." Draco chuckled darkly.
"Well hopefully your stay here will ease your worries. That's going to be $400 for one night at the twelfth floor master suite. Your room also comes with complimentary access to the Hotel's resort and casino."
Draco nodded his head as he reached into his wallet and grabbed four hundred dollar bills, two of coming straight from James' pocket earlier, before handing them to the receptionist.
He also gave her his fake ID, which you could clearly tell from that Draco was 21 years old.
Upon receiving the cash the lady was actually quite surprised, as typically most guests would give their card to the hotel to be charged upon checking out.
However, someone paying upfront in cash was not unheard of. The receptionist simply smiled and handed him his room key.
Draco shook his head as he walked off, 'Isn't this extortion? $400 for one night?! Maybe I should have just stayed at the rundown motel I first stopped at.' he thought as he entered the elevator.