The elevator binged before parting sideways, Scott walked out from it and walked down the empty hallway where rooms were lined on either sides with a red rug leading the way.
He remembered the room where the glass had spotted his target, and he was looking at it, two men standing still in front of it.
One thin and tall, the other muscular and hulky.
He pocketed his hands and looked around, strolling towards them.
He stopped when he was in front of them,
"Is this the room of Mr Dmitry?" He asked.
The muscular one looked at him with a frown, "Who's asking?"
Scott chuckled, "Don't mind that. Can I go in?"
"Sorry, he's busy." The thin one retorted.
"Not even if I said please?" Scott grinned.
"Move by now, or else I will be forced to kick you away."
Scott smiled and raised his hands up,
"Okay okay. I was just a big fan who just wanted a signed autograph."
"Sorry buddy, today's not just your lucky day." The other one said.
Scott sighed and took out a small pin from his breast pocket, "I beg to differ."
With a swift move, he sliced the pin on the muscular one's face, forcing him to give a painful gasp. The other one on seeing this made to punch him on his face while he weaved sideways and grabbed his arm, bending it roughly.
He was on the verge of breaking the arm, when a punch from the other one sent him to the wall behind him.
"You made the wrong turn here buddy." One of them said with rage.
Scott smiled and stood up, "Nah."
He sent a kick to the thin one's face forcing him to the ground, the muscular one sent a punch to his face as he moved away, he sent another while Scott moved to the other side.
On the third attempt, Scott pulled the arm on his shoulder before sending the side of his palm to his neck.
To his surprise, what he intended didn't work on him, the man only rubbed his neck with his palm. He turned towards him, and rushed at Scott, picking him upwards by his waist and smashing him on a door which fell to the ground.
Scott groaned in pain, when gasps came from the room's occupants; a man and his wife, probably on their honeymoon.
He coughed as he stood, he turned towards them and raised a small card from his pocket, "This is for your entertainment, special performance."
He hadn't the chance to look at his attackers, when a punch came again, he dodged and moved to the man's back, sending a back kick on his leg joint, he fell to the ground, nursing his pain.
"And none of this should be tried at home or on your beautiful wife." He winked at her, as she gave a faint smile.
He sighted the thin one heading for him. He then flicked the card towards him as he weaved it and gave a smirk.
He was about moving again, when the card came again and sliced his neck, blood dripping slowly from the affected region. The card returned to Scott.
He turned to the couple, "You just got married?" He sent a kick to the stomach of the huge one who was still nursing his affected leg, and then another to the side of his face.
"Yes sir, last week. At Virginia." The man said, the woman giggled beside him.
"Oh, so this your honeymoon I suppose." He said, watching the two men rise slowly and walk towards him at a go.
He weaved the first blow and directed it to the face of the other, turning back to the other and grabbing his head, elbowing him an uppercut.
"Yes sir. We were just preparing for the color that would suit my wife when we walk out of this hotel."
Scott watched one remove a knife from his pocket and rush at him, Scott slapped his hand away, moving to the other side and turning to the wife, "Blue, royal blue would be marvelous."
The man turned to his wife, "Blue? Wouldn't it be too flashy?"
"That's the whole point Anthony." She replied.
Scott rolled backwards and turned back to the thin one, delivering a perfect kick to the knife on his hand, that flew away from his grasp, and sailed itself to the chest of the other who gasped in pain. He punched the face of the one in front of him, and then made a back flip that involved him sweeping the latter's chin with his leg feet.
The man fell to the floor in pain.
Scott smiled to the couple, "If you're thinking this is going a bit extreme, I would tell you that this was all the plan. Hope you're enjoying the show." He walked to the curtain.
"We are, but uh, we don't remember booking a show." The man said.
Scott took the curtain and dragged it down, "Your uncle booked it for you."
The woman furrowed her brow, "His uncle died last week."
Scott stared up at her, "Oh, well I do suppose yours haven't?" He tore the rod from the curtain, she nodded slowly. "Well your uncle booked it." He said, laying much emphasis on the 'your'.
He took the rod and broke it into halves with his knee, flaunting it with ease.
The man removed the knife from his chest and directed it to Scott who used one of the rod to shift the knife from his face and used the other to hit his head. He saw the other sending his fist to his face as he moved downward, enabling the man to punch his own partner.
Scott smashed the rod on his leg and made a brief drum with it around his back, before sending a final kick that sent him to unconsciousness.
"So you guys love our show?" He asked them.
"We do, as a matter of fact, my wife here loves action movies." The man smiled.
Scott nodded and kicked the muscular one that was already struggling to stand, he wiped the first rod on his head.
"Who's got the wrong turn now... Buddy." He turned back to the couple, "This is the dramatic scene where I kill him."
He used the rod to hold his neck angrily, pushing his back forward as the man kept struggling.
After some time, he twitched the rod sideways, breaking his neck, while the man fell to the ground dead. Scott rolled his head sideways and threw away the rod, buttoning up slowly.
"What a mess."
"Is he dead?" The wife asked.
"No, it's part of the script, he will stand up soon. He is just playing dead to you know, make it more realistic." Scott walked towards the entrance of the room, while the couple kept looking at the now disoriented room.
Scott poked his head just after he had just gone, "Happy honeymoon."
They nodded nervously in reply while he walked towards Dmitry's room.