The ongoing adventures of Blonsky/Chris: Part 4

[likeamonster]

The ride remained uneventful at normal speeds, the road stretched on too long, and he came as close to their limit as possible before a motel billboard appeared declaring it was just a few miles ahead, next right. As much as he wanted to drive on through the night he knew it simply was not possible. Gas shortage due to earlier activities for one thing; the need to ditch the stolen car being another.

He made a snap decision and turned in to the motel's lot. It was late evening, not yet eight according to the radio, and he figured they could get a few hours rest before leaving at dawn.

"You're going in." He stated flatly, without looking towards Chris, as he parked the furthest away from the office's main doors. "Just get a room, no frills, the cheapest. Don't draw attention to yourself." A pointed glare for this last statement. For someone like Chris he knew this was almost an impossibility.

With the car stopped, he reached behind Chris for the bag full of the genius's collected junk. In the side pocket was the one thing he knew they'd packed, as he had put it there himself: a wallet discovered in that broken down home they'd stayed in. Two neatly folded twenties were handed to Chris, with the rest of the wallet disappearing into Blonsky's back pocket. If he hadn't tracked Banner for so long, he might've been tempted to use the credit cards.

"Seems simple enough, right? Out you go."

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[moralimperative]

Chris offered up his most demure who, me? expression in response to the insinuation that he was incapable of being inconspicuous, but didn't argue. Instead he slid out of the car with some vague words of assent and sauntered easily across the parking lot, hands in his pockets.

He was gone perhaps longer than was strictly necessary to procure a room in a cheap motel, but in actual fact it wasn't long at all before he returned with a key to a room around the corner of the building. After fetching his bag from the car, he led Blonsky to the room in question, opening the door with a flourish unbefitting the quality of the establishment as a whole; "The penthouse suite."

He gave a curtsy for good measure before following the soldier into the distinctly non-lavish room. It was cramped, dingy, and contained but a single bed. Some of Chris's usual blithesome mood seemed to leave him, almost visibly. That detail honestly hadn't occurred to him.

[likeamonster]

Blonsky awoke with a start. Soldiers, he could hear five of them, perhaps more on the way. He held Chris closer to him, instantly protective, his arm tight around his shoulders.

They walked right past their room to the main office. Even around the corner, it was still only six doors down. He shook Chris, first lightly, then more insistently, to rouse him from sleep.

"Soldiers outside," he said, quiet and tense, once the other showed any semblance of being conscious.