He quickly tucks the gun, and the letter, into his jeans and walks out of the hotel room with out a second glance back. He goes to his car, but decides to go to the front desk. As he enters the lobby. The clerk is leaning back reading a comic book:
Clerk: Damn, dude, what happened to you?
Mr. Smith: You okayed a delivery to be sent to my room this
morning?
Clerk: Yep! She was pretty hot, huh?
Mr. Smith: (smiles and then quickly pulls out the gun and puts
a bullet right between the clerks eyes.)
I distinctly asked not to be disturbed.
(Mr. Smith replaces the gun, takes out his
keys and twirls them on his fingers, whistles a
happy tune and returns to his car. His first kill
was satisfying.)