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"Mr Johnson " a voice came from behind me. We had just gotten to the hotel room. Grace had gone to go get showered and I was ordering food, seen as we never got to eat on the plane. So imagine, how much my fight response kicked in when I believed us to be alone. Turning, I'm ready to fight my fists up and ready to fight the intruder. There sat on a chair that was minutes ago vacant was a large male his hair cropped short. His big frame bulging over the sides , his dark brown eyes steady and calm rested on me. His relaxed manner makes a small fraction of the fight leave my body. Not completely obviously, he was still a strange man in my room. " Who are you ?" I snap , my eyes glancing around the rest of the room checking for others. " You sent for us did you not Mr Johnson. Ricardo tol