Fly-Spy Declassified!

EPISODE 6: HIT SQUAD

I peeked through my hotel room door’s eyehole.

Two young Japanese men stood there, sporting business suits, black overcoats, and shifty eyes.

Remembering training, I did a mental frisk, and searched with my eyes for weapons on them. I spotted the bulge of a weapon under the second man’s armpit.

“Uh, oh,” I muttered.

They glanced down the hallways. The first pulled out a thin, small black tablet from his coat. Wired to it was a key card, like the ones you use to open hotel doors. An electronic lock pick, I knew.

The hitman man kept watch as he slipped on a pair of black gloves.
I heard the lock picker slide the fake, blank master key card into the door’s magnetic lock. His tablet flashed to life with a dozen red numbers. The digits all began to spin rapidly, as the gadget raced to find the random code that would unlock my door.

Slowly, each digit fell into place.

From beneath his overcoat, the hitman drew his weapon: a nasty-looking Sig Sauer P320 pistol. The very same make and model that a certain Yakuza thug had tried to kill me with once.

As the killer screwed on a silencer, the codebreaking digits fell into place. From the rate they were dropping, I figured no more than thirty seconds before they burst in, Sig blazing.

I gulped.

No reason to hang around and give another gangster goon a shot at riddling the Artful Dodger with 9mm hollow-points.

But, locked in my room, where to go?