As Dominique strolled across the enormous lobby of the Hotel, stopping a moment to remove her shoes, as the tiny pumps had left sweltering blisters upon her dainty feet; she took no notice of the man who sat, silently in a high back leather chair, observing her. She had no way of knowing, as she stepped on to that elevator with shoes in hand, that she was the focal point of something sinister. As the doors closed and she disappeared from his sight the man pulled a commlink from inside his jacket and quickly pressed the button that would contact his associate. 'She just got into the elevator," he said. 'Is she alone?" 'Yes. He dropped her off at the front entrance and left." 'Good. We don't have much time. Get her."