There was a click behind his right ear, and a sudden patch of cold, as the business end of a gun barrel was pressed into his head. He stood stock still as someone else started patting him down. The muffled sound of a comms channel came from behind him...
"Yes sir. Target appears clean." A huge bear of a man hove into view and knocked on the hotel door in front of him. "Miss? It's ok to open the door."
There was a click, and the blanched white face of a frightened fourteen-year-old girl peered through the gap.