The man was dressed in a sort of uniform, he was cursing softly. "I was hoping to see if you'd see a resident of ours today, we can figure out what his problem is," he explained quietly. He had been struck in the head by something, and his head still ached.
He and his partner had been given the job of transporting the youth hostel's most recent resident to Miss Steele's office. The resident was Zack, he was restrained in the back of the transport van struggling and fuming. He had lived on the street for as long as he could remember.
The guard smiled weakly at Miss Steele, "so will you see him, your receptionist said you have some spare time today," he asked lightly.
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March 9th, 2018 at 07:27am