Methos started picking the lock the second Jack got in the elevator. He opened it and quickly made his way inside.
He walked into the bedroom pulling out a knife he kept in the fold of his suit jacket, once by the bed he started to cut the bindings.
"I'm here, stop yelling or the actual hotel manager might show up." he muttered, with a twinge of annoyance. But he was relieved that the man was alive,"Why didn't you leave, Daniel? A day here, maybe, then you should have left! It's like you're willfully trying to get caught..."
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Date: 2010-10-11 12:18 am (UTC)He walked into the bedroom pulling out a knife he kept in the fold of his suit jacket, once by the bed he started to cut the bindings.
"I'm here, stop yelling or the actual hotel manager might show up." he muttered, with a twinge of annoyance. But he was relieved that the man was alive,"Why didn't you leave, Daniel? A day here, maybe, then you should have left! It's like you're willfully trying to get caught..."