Antonio sat on a bench outside Ceasar's Palace in Las Vegas, reading a magazine that it's contents weren't of interest to him. After a few more minutes, he looked up to spot a particular Protogen walk into the hotel "There we are, right on time." Antonio said standing up and straightening his tie as he walked into the entrance as well, naturally the hotel that's Ceasar's Palace was beautiful, grandiose and large, which was it's only downside, every rich person seems to have the same fashion sense. Thankfully, Antonio knew that not every job could be solved with a gunfight, so he walked up to the reception, deciding to order a room "Just a room please, I don't care what kind, as long as it's close to the first floor." Obviously confused by this odd request, the receptionist tilted her head but nonetheless granted the room. Much later, Antonio made it to his room, making sure the door was locked once he closed it "Sometimes I think this is too easy." Antonio says putting his suitcase on his bed "Then I spent two hours waiting for a five hundred dollar room that doesn't even get room service."