“Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is. Fortunately, I love money.”
- Jackie Mason
In the hall, a loud voice greeted him. Voltaire was slightly confused by the echo in the main lobby.
“Hello, sir,” the man’s voice said. “I am Justin Stone. May I take your bags?”
“Yes,” Voltaire said, shaking hands with Justin. “Do you know where I can hire a tour guide?”
“Where are you going?” Justin asked as he held Voltaire’s hand.
“I need a guide to take me out into the desert,” Voltaire said as he felt a scar, on the palm of the hotel owner’s hand, shaped like a R. “Hopefully, I can convince them to lead me as far as they can into the safe zone. I need to set up my equipment and then monitor things from this hotel.”
“What kind of equipment?” Justin said as he took Voltaire’s bags and led him to the stairs. “Are you a scientist?”
“You could say I want to gather information,” Voltaire said. “Do you know anyone?”
“Yes,” Justin said. “I hiked in the desert as a kid and didn’t stop even when the military put up that big wall.”
“They put up a wall?” Voltaire asked before he stumbled onto the stairs.
“Yes,” Justin Stone said as he let go of Voltaire’s hand.
“Can you take me there?” Voltaire asked gripping the railing as they walked upstairs.
“Yes,” Justin said. “But we cannot go right away. We need to take a few days to prepare.”
“You are quite the business man.” Voltaire said as he explored the room with his cane. “Your caution has charmed me into paying you not only for a tour, but also for one of your hotel rooms and any supplies that we’ll need. What a charitable host you are, Mr. Stone.”
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.