Matt didn't actually have a lawyer. He had been planning to get one for this asshole Dave though. That was until he saw 30 men storm the Seaside Rest with assault rifles.
They weren't police, SWAT, or anything official. Weren't gangsters either. They were... something else. Trained like the military, top class. But they weren't military. Top tier mercenaries is what Matt took them for. Who they worked for he had no clue. He might find out if he were to ever get a laywer. But after seeing 30 men roll in with rifles he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
They hadn't done much damage to the motel physically. A few doors were dinged up. Nothing he couldn't repair or replace himself. The real damage was to the soul of The Seaside. The guests who had been there were violated. Matthew as the hotel concierge was violated.
But what was Matt to do? All he could think of was 'all this for a purse?'
They weren't police, SWAT, or anything official. Weren't gangsters either. They were... something else. Trained like the military, top class. But they weren't military. Top tier mercenaries is what Matt took them for. Who they worked for he had no clue. He might find out if he were to ever get a laywer. But after seeing 30 men roll in with rifles he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
They hadn't done much damage to the motel physically. A few doors were dinged up. Nothing he couldn't repair or replace himself. The real damage was to the soul of The Seaside. The guests who had been there were violated. Matthew as the hotel concierge was violated.
But what was Matt to do? All he could think of was 'all this for a purse?'