Chapter Two: The False Report

June 29, 1980:  Conference in Nairobi, Kenya

United Nations Environmental Program:                                            
Division of Early Warning Assessment:

In attendance: 
Ronald Mcvet, Director, DEWA
Abe Singh, Chief, Early Warning Branch
Keith Fatou, Chief, Scientific Assessment Branch
Dave Monik, Chief, Capacity Development Branch
Adel Kadel, Regional Coordinator, West Asia
Anna Stavra, R.C. Asia Pacific
Fred Turya, R.C. Africa Region
Will Litt, R.C. grid -- Europe
Grace Mettern, R.C. Latin America & the Caribbean

“Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming on such short notice. Part of the agenda today is a report made by the distinguished Chief of Science, Mr. Fatou, in collaboration with Mr. Singh, the Chief of the Early Warning Branch.”  Ronald Mcvet, the director of the Department of Early Warning Assessment (DEWA), paused and greeted each of the attendees with a slight nod to emphasize the importance of the meeting.

Director Mcvet continued, “It is most urgent, we conduct and research more on the issues these two gentlemen had discovered. Let me reiterate, everything spoken inside this room today should never be spoken outside.”

“What about the Secretary General?” Anna Stavra, regional coordinator of the Asia-Pacific Region, asked.

All eyes turned to her. Director Mcvet calmly said, “I will inform him, as soon as we acquire all the pertinent information. Is this clear?”

All eyes were on Anna as she nodded with uncertainty.

“Okay, shall we commence with the report?” Director Mcvet looked at Chief Abe Singh on cue.

Rising up from his seat, Mr. Singh addressed the committee; “My dear colleagues, here is a compiled report submitted by the office of Mr. Fatou in collaboration with my office. Mr. Kevin McCallister, my assistant, will present them to you. Kevin, you may now proceed.”

“Thank you, Sir!” Kevin replied, rising from his seat. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here before you on behalf of the Early Warning bureau, to report about the environmental issues which directly affect our world and the Earth itself. These issues include the developing effects of global warming, and its number-one cause: pollution, which is still the world’s long-time environmental crisis since it started. And if I may say so, the effect is really quite damaging and is really hurting our planet. Not only does this kill Mother Nature in a gradual event, but as a result, will eventually lead to our own demise. What I am saying here is, over a period of time, like say fifty years, there will be a shortage of food and drinking water here on earth. And I am talking only about pollution, which is the first thing we will discuss as we break down the causes of global warming and the Greenhouse effect.”

Kevin paused as he turned on the projector and set the slides on the screen which showed some data of fatality rates in several major countries.

“Let me begin by bringing your attention to the screen.” He continued. “You may all know that pollution is the primary cause. But just how pollution really affects us? Let us make a common, everyday comparison. According from a recent report and a study done by the World Health Organization, there are three million people who die each year from the effects of air pollution. While this is three times the million deaths in automobile accidents, it shows the truth and the reality that air pollution has now become more dangerous than car accidents. To put this in actual example, there are over forty thousand traffic accident fatalities per year in the United States alone, whereas there are seventy thousand national deaths related to air pollution annually. These air pollution-related deaths in the United States are practically equal to both breast and prostrate cancers combined. This now puts air pollution fatalities to exceed automobile fatalities by three to one.”

“Excuse me,” Director Mcvet interrupted in a polite manner. “Aside from the United States, what are the other major countries that contribute highly to the world’s pollution?”

“Thank you, Sir.” Kevin said, as he displayed another set of slides. “Here, we have the top ten countries that contribute the most to the world’s pollution. These nations are the highly industrial comprised countries. Not in any particular order, our list include China, Russia, India, Japan, Germany, Iran, Canada, UK, South Korea, and of course, the US.”

 “What do we mean by ‘highly industrial’?” Anna Stavra said in a follow up. “How do we define a country, or any other entity, corporation, or organization, to be a major contributor in pollution?”

Mr. Mcvet added, “Do we have any factors or criteria as a basis for our top ten list?”

“Thank you, Sir and Ma’am.” Kevin said, as he skipped the slides forward. “We have what is called a Superfund site. A Superfund site is any property in the world that is identified by the Environmental Protection Agency as contaminated by hazardous waste. The agency classifies them as a risk to human health and the environment, and therefore becomes a candidate for a clean up. Every Superfund site in the world is petrochemical-related, and the petrochemical industry is the biggest polluter. This is the basis and criteria that we use to determine which countries and properties are the most polluted.”

            “Thank you.” Mcvet said, as he and Ms. Stavra nodded to Kevin. “Please proceed.”

            “Thank you, Sir.” Kevin replied and continued, rewinding the projector back to the original slide. “That being said, these countries as being largely industrial, are highly dependent on technologies and machinery, which utilize coal, oil, and gas. And this is our problem. As we all know, we have natural carbon dioxide, along with other gases, in the Earth’s atmosphere. These gases, called greenhouse gasses, trap heat, energy, and radiation from the sun, and help regulate surface temperature on Earth. This is what we call the greenhouse effect. This regulated heat is what makes Earth, our world, a hospitable place. But when we burn coal, oil, and gases, especially through industrialized means, we produce carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gasses as by-products, which then add to the atmosphere as ‘pollutants'. These extra, artificial additions in the Earth’s atmosphere induce more heat entrapment beyond the regulated heat, and therefore increase the Earth’s surface temperature. By nature, land temperatures increase faster than ocean temperatures, due to heat by evaporation. And now we find that ocean temperatures increase twice as much as faster than land temperatures, about 0.50°C per decade in ocean temperatures against 0.25°C per decade in land temperatures.”

            “So, about how much temperature has increased over the years?” asked Dave Monik, the Chief of the Capacity Development Branch.

            “There has been a big deal of effort in deriving estimates. But predicting temperature increase is complicated, as it involves many factors. Most of these efforts use a model of a scenario which doubles the concentration of carbon dioxide specifically, in the atmosphere. Its direct consequence would result in an increase of the Earth’s surface temperature by 2.2°F. If current progression in today’s global industries maintain and continue, this could occur perhaps as early as 2030, if not by the next century.”

            “And what would be its effects?” Mr. Monik replied.

            “There are two side-effects that will result from this temperature increase.” Kevin replied and showed a new slide on the screen, with the picture of the Antarctic ice shelves. “One effect is the direct danger through the polar-ice regions. The temperature rise would cause more ice caps and shelves to melt to an increasing rate. When considerable amounts of ice have melted, a coastal flood could occur, submerging lands by the seaboards.”

            Kevin paused and changed slides again, this time showing a picture of a desert.

            “The other effect would be the increased rate of heat waves, should there be less ice and snow. The Earth would get warmer and hotter, then we see more unnecessary flooding. In short, as far as our report goes, this is what is happening now."

“What exactly is the worst scenario which may be likely to happen? How could this affect us ultimately?” Mr. Mcvet asked.

“Yes sir. That is the next issue I will be discussing with the Board.” Kevin said. “On the screen, we have the ice lands and the ice caps in the North and South poles.” Kevin pointed to the picture on his presentation. “This will result in a global flood.”

At this point, the room was filled with unbelief and tension. Kevin continued with a sigh.

“Lands by the seaboards globally will be affected by a massive flood, causing key cities along the seaboards to be totally removed from the face of the Earth.” Kevin warned.

The room went silent again. Then, Mr. Fatou spoke out, “And when is this expected to happen?”

“Should the greenhouse-gas production progress or increase, it would be most likely to happen more or less around 2030, about fifty years from now.” Kevin replied, surprised at the report he was holding, and the coincidence of who was asking. Not believing in coincidence, Kevin double-checked his folders and suspected a discrepancy in the reports, which were supplied by Mr. Fatou and the Science Department.

The room was now filled with muted noises, as the Chiefs and the Board Members spoke in whispers.

“We would like to know, what are the targeted cities and areas most likely to get affected by this flooding?” Mr. Mcvet interjected and broke the silence and the tension as he looked at both Kevin and Mr. Singh.

Mr. Singh stepped up and went to the podium as Kevin handed him his report.

“Thank you, Kevin.” Mr. Singh said. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I may. This report I am holding here states those cities by the coasts which will most likely be affected. To summarize, we have, in North America, San Francisco and the Bay Areas, the New York islands, and parts of Florida. Other areas outside the US include Cuba and the Caribbean. In Asia, we have listed the cities of Ho Chi Minh, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Shanghai, and Tokyo as the major areas most likely to be affected. In the Euro-Mideast area, we included Amsterdam, Belgium, and Luxembourg, as well as Alexandria in Egypt. These are just some of the major cities, which fit the profile.”

While Mr. Singh explained the data, Kevin operated the slides in the presentation, showing different images and animated simulations of the areas mentioned being swept off by the flood.

“These are all due to the climate change.” Mr. Singh concluded. “Kevin, would you please continue?”

“Thank you, Sir. Research and studies also suggest that economic and social aspects of the world could also be affected by the global flooding.”

All of a sudden, the room got eerily silent as the subject matter and the tone of Kevin’s voice made the Board Members more anxious than ever. The people in the room were now filled with fear as if they’re saying, “It never ends.”

 “Issues with the ecosystems and species are also determined to get affected, as food chains and natural resources are changed and destroyed. So not only us humans would suffer in this catastrophe, but so do animals and living creatures alike.” Kevin said as he pointed to the slide.

While Kevin continued to explain the issues, the Chiefs and the Board Members were now filled with unease, where all the questions and the answers were now playing in their heads and their hearts, blocking out the clear voice of Kevin in the process. When Kevin winded off, he concluded with a gesture.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. May I now turn you back to Mr. Singh for a proposed resolution by our research teams? Mr. Singh, Sir...”

Kevin faced Mr. Singh and handed him another folder, the proposal.

“Thank you, Kevin, for your detailed discussion with regards to these issues. Ladies and gentlemen, our research team has devised a program for a protective resolution to these issues. Kevin will be handing out a report to each and every one of you in attendance today.”

Kevin then carried the packets and distributed them among the people as Mr. Singh continued on.

“We need new laws and programs regulating industrial technologies with regard to pollution. Germany and Sweden apply a kind of law what ecologists call the precautionary principle. This is the type of legislative program we need to mandate, to protect the environment, the Earth, and as well as our health. Other countries are now considering doing so.  Currently, we are using a policy that is in favor of the industrialists,  wherein  the new technologies and techniques require an absolute proof of harm,  before they can put a  stop to their use. The WTO identifies any preventive measures used by a government to stop a product or practice, as an unlawful obstruction to trade, and orders them to stop, in favor of the environment. But with the adoption of the precautionary principle, we as the UN, as well as governments and local citizens, gain the right to decide what risks we, or the natural environment, should be exposed to, in favor of a healthy environment. In this way, we would promote, by mitigation, the use of environmental-friendly, ‘green’ technologies that are now developing around the world.”

Mr. Singh went on and further explained  the proposed resolution while giving visual aids. The Chiefs and the Board Members were impressed with the proposed project and some of the tensions were relieved with the positive feedback after the classified meeting,  whereas the UN had been enforcing mitigation around the world, as global industries learned to use environmental technologies, such as the use of solar and wind energies, rather than the use of fossil fuels, that they have reduced the harmful emissions of carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gasses.

The Chiefs and the Board Members shook hands with Mr. Singh, along with their compliments for a job well done.

As they were leaving the UN Environmental Programme building, Mr. Singh took ahold of Kevin’s elbow as they were about to board their vehicle.

“Kevin, I would like to thank you for a job well done. How would you like to have a drink and maybe a dinner with me later tonight?”

, “I would like that, sir. What time do we meet up?”

“Say about 8pm at the hotel’s lobby bar?” Mr. Singh replied.

“Okay.  I have a feeling this is not just a simple dinner, am I correct Sir?” Kevin whispered.

“Okay, you’re right. I want to discuss with you some factors before we go into the full discourse with the Committee. Is this alright with you?” Mr. Singh insisted. Kevin nodded and got in the back seat of the limo, followed by Mr. Singh.

#

Later in his hotel room, Kevin immediately got on the phone and urgently dialed a number back in the states. After a couple of rings, a man answered saying;

“Reynolds residence.”

“Hey, Ray! How are you and my pretty sister?” Kevin greeted his brother-in-law, who served as a Major in the United States Marines and the Special Forces, and now has been assigned a post as an intelligence officer for the CIA  based in Sound Beach, USA.

It was just last year, 1979, when Ray had been recalled back from his honorable discharge since his unit's last assignment in a POW rescue mission in Vietnam back in 1975.

At the tender age of eighteen, he was awarded a US Congressional medal of honor for his services for that rescue mission. The POW turned out to be a US Army Colonel, who was kept imprisoned in a local camp near the Mekong River. It turned out to be an ambush mission, as soon as their unit approached the target site, Vietcong militias hidden under the tall grasses had ambushed them and killed all the unit's members, except for him and the unit's first lieutenant. The two surviving Marines escaped and saved the imprisoned Colonel. Unfortunately, the lieutenant had been shot by a Vietcong sniper in the back of the head, dying before he could get into the chopper in time, thus making the then-Captain Ray, the only survivor to return home with the rescued Colonel. This had earned him his merits to be awarded the Medal of Honor and be promoted to Major. He was later honorably discharged to seek trauma therapy.

And so, after regaining back his fighting frame of mind and his trainings, he was re-commissioned back to the corps, to relocate him as a CIA intelligence representative, to the Southeast coastal base in Sound Beach, USA. Only a few months prior to this, he was summoned at the Capitol Hill where the US Special Forces enlisted him in their Special Ops Unit. He underwent a severe elite training and briefing, making him ready to be deployed for any assignment their unit would be tasked.

Though Ray has always gone on missions, Kevin knew his brother-in-law could be trusted and reliable when needed. And this is one of the times Kevin needs Ray.

 “Listen, I need you to do me a favor.” Kevin said. “Would you please go to my house and check, and at the same time, please go through my desk and in the left drawer, you will find a disk and please insert the disk into my PC and open the file?”

“Sure, what’s up?” Ray asked.

“Nothing but a bunch of reports I need to go over here in Kenya. I will be calling you in fifteen minutes there at my house. Thanks!” Kevin said and hung up the phone.

Kevin walked to the window, and let his thoughts run as fast as possible, thinking over and over again, “2030? Did they change the report? Last time I read the report, it was 2015. Why would they give a margin of another fifteen years?”

Sighing, Kevin gazed at the wide horizon of the bluish gray clouds of the Nairobi skies.

About fifteen minutes later, he picked up the phone, and dialled a number. After a few rings, a man answered: “Hello McAllister residence, this is Ray, speaking.”

“Oh hey Ray, did you get the file opened?” Kevin said over the phone.

“Yeah, man. It’s all right here. This is some pretty serious stuff.”

“Right, but you know the drill. You can’t talk to anyone about this, alright?”

“Sure, I understand. Don’t worry about anything.” Ray replied, “But can I tell my friends that my brother-in-law works for the UN?” Both of them laughed at the thought.

“Ha-ha, can I tell my friends here in the UN that you’re in the Special Forces?” Kevin jokes.

“Well, I guess. You know, you always had been like a brother to me, Kevin, even before Claudine and I got married. Anyways, but I’d need to kill you and your friends. Now what do you need me to do with the file?” Ray asked with a chuckle.

“ Oh right, the file. Please print them out and fax them over here at the hotel. I’ll ask the lobby for their fax number. I’ll call you from the lobby, alright? Thanks, man.”

“Alright man, anytime. Talk to you later.” Ray said as he said good-bye over the phone.

Kevin went out of his room, down to the lobby, to the Reception desk. Kevin was greeted by the receptionist.

“Good evening Sir, what can I do for you?” asked a rather tall woman with a dashing smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.

“Good evening to you. I am Mr. McCallister, and I am in room 1177 upstairs. I’m wondering if I may use your fax machine to receive a document.” Kevin asked charmingly.

“Oh yes, Mr. McCallister, you’re booked under the UN’s office and conference.” The lady replied with a smile, as she typed on her computer. “And yes we are glad to serve you in any way, Sir.”

“Thank you very much. May I use your phone? So I can have it sent right here.” Kevin asked politely.

“Here you go, Sir.” The lady said as she reached over the counter and handed the phone to Kevin.

Kevin called Ray as he asked the receptionist for their fax number. The lady wrote down the number and handed the paper to Kevin.

“Yeah, I got them right here under the fax machine, ready to send. What’s their fax number?” Ray asked.

“Yeah here it is: 244-7892, country code 254.” Kevin replied.

“Alright got it. You should be receiving them any time now.” Ray exclaimed.

“Yeah, ringing right now.” Kevin said. And after a few seconds, the fax machine was printing out the file. “Yeah, I got the first page right here. Alright man, thanks a lot, I owe you one.”

“Yeah alright, no problem man, anytime.” Ray said as they both said good-bye over the phone.

After perusing the fax machine Kevin thanked the lady gracefully, the lady responded with a smile. Kevin got back to the elevator and returned to his room.

#

Later, at the lobby bar of the hotel Mr. Singh, with a neat scotch in one hand, darted his eyes from side to side in search for Kevin, who at exactly eight pm, finally arrived and approached Mr. Singh, as he tapped his shoulder and beckoned him to sit down on one of the booths.  Mr. Singh picked up Kevin’s initiative, with a little bit of hesitation, but followed behind.

Both of them shook hands before sitting down, and Mr. Singh asked,

“Drinks before dinner?”

Kevin beckoned one of the waiters, and ordered.

“Make mine a martini, shaken” He told the waiter, and returned his attention back to Mr. Singh. “Sir, what is the possibility this project would boomerang and hit us right back in the face?”

“Why do you ask?” Mr. Singh asked with a genuine concern.

 “Nothing, Sir. It might be that the other bureau is not on the same page with us.”

“I trust and worked with Keith Fatou for quite a while now, I can only say it’s imperative we work together hand in hand, and share information. But most of all, make sure he’s got our bureau’s full support. Are you in any way not in good terms with Mr. Fatou?” Mr. Singh inquired.

“Oh no. No sir! No problem at all.” Kevin answered.

“C’mon, let’s go for dinner.” Mr. Singh urged as he took a sip of his martini. “Is Japanese food okay with you? I heard they got a mean one here at the Fukitju.”

Kevin nodded, stood up, and followed suit.

Inside the restaurant, waiting to be seated, Mr. Singh called for an attendant and asked for the menu. Mr. Singh glanced through the bento page, and ordered the Bento special -- complete with freshly-made yellow miso soup, an assortment of sushi and sashimi, and an entree of a combination of Unagi, yellow tail, crab roes, scallops foie Gras, and crab meat in sake, to be finally topped off with soft ice cream in mint flavor. Watching Kevin, Mr. Singh handed him the menu. Kevin ordered the sashimi special of seven-fusion -- a combination of seven exotic, freshly-cut fish meat, blended in sake and sweet vinegar wine.

“Good choice. Are you keeping in shape?” Mr. Singh commented.

“Just trying to be healthy.”  Kevin said.

The attendant then finally took their orders and accommodated the two gentlemen onto a table. Moments later,  seated in the Japanese restaurant, Mr. Singh and Kevin were having their leisurely dinner and at the same time, discussed their day’s work. As both were enjoying their food and company, Mr. Singh continued in his celebratory mood.

“Thanks for everything today, Kevin. I do appreciate your diligence and hard work in this project. By the way, did you find all the reports in perfect order?” Mr. Singh inquired. He searched past Kevin, and beckoned to the waiter for another round of drinks.  Singh gazed deep into Kevin’s eyes, asked again, “Well, did you?”

Kevin stared into Mr. Singh’s eyes, and said.

“A small matter has caught my attention, which could be a typo error, or a careless mistake on the part of the Science bureau. I remember, when I read the report last time, the flooding incident  might occur in 2015. This morning, while presenting to the Committee the mitigation project about the global warming, the report stated it might occur in 2030. What happened to the original date?” Kevin threw the question at Mr. Singh.

"Listen Kevin.  Year 2030 is no mistake. The studies made by Mr. Fatou and his scientists did come up with the date. Be reminded our main objective and duty is to give the earliest warning to the world in advance as the case may be, now do I make myself clear?” The glass of scotch neat in his hand shook and spilled onto the table.

“Sir, like I said, this caught my attention while I was doing the presentation this morning at UNEP. All the same, I believe the year 2015 as the report made earlier by Mr. Fatou and his staff points to 2015. I believe in that, and I stand by it.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down, will you please, Kevin? I viewed the report myself. 2015 was the original year, but Mr. Fatou and his team made some adjustments, and the study came to the 2030 conclusion. I believe, this has something to do with the budget of the UN and IMF for the environmental research. If you would only bear with me for a while, I will explain everything in details to you.”

Mr. Singh started his narration with a sip from his drink and ended his narrative with another one. Afterward, Mr. Singh looked at Kevin, who stared back at him. Seeing Kevin seemed not to be convinced, Mr. Singh persisted.

“Okay, okay, I can conclude you’re not convinced at all. I’ll tell you what. I’ll make a phone call to Keith, and we’ll sort of meet up together, the three of us, and we’ll try to work everything out, alright? Is this fair enough?” Mr. Singh said.

“Okay, fair enough.” Kevin replied.

“For now, let’s celebrate. C’mon, stop worrying too much. Have a drink.” Mr. Singh said as he signalled the waiter for more scotch.

“Don’t you think you already had too much to drink, Sir?” Kevin said as the waiter approached their table and brought them glasses of ice and scotch.

“No ice for me!” Mr. Singh complained at the waiter and looked at Kevin with confidence and said, “It might be morning back at home, but the night is still young in Kenya, my son. C’mon we’re only getting started. Oh! By the way, before I forget first things first: let’s talk about our next move...”

Kevin sat in silence as Mr. Singh reached behind his suit, pulling an envelope inserted behind his pants. From the envelope, he grabbed a stack of compiled papers marked “Authorized personnel only”.

He handed this to Kevin as he explained, “Here is the official copy of our proposed budget for our upcoming mitigation project. You can see everything checks out, and every cent is accounted for.”

Upon hearing this, Kevin didn’t even bother to listen any further as he became more interested and focused in reading the data written on the papers. After setting his eyes on a few pages, he stopped reading and turned to Mr. Singh.

“Sir, from what it states here, I know the budget we need for the project only requires so much, an amount much less than what this document proposes. I have worked with the people who are involved both in the research and the financing. ”

“Okay, okay, again you worry too much. This is only for formality, so we can ensure the progress and the development of our project. The important thing now, Kevin, is can I be sure if you are on board with me? Can I rely on you? I really need you on this one, alright?” Mr. Singh said.

“For the project, Sir, yes I am on board with you, but only for the project. If I remember right, a few months ago I was one of the people who signed off on the document published as our official budget proposal, and you said the Committee is going to review it, and...”

“I’ve heard enough, Kevin. I only asked if you’re on board with me, okay. There is no if and buts. So, again, can I get your hundred percent dedication and are you willing to cooperate with me on this?”

Hands trembling and voice shaking, Kevin knew something seemed wrong, and went through the papers one final time.

 “Sir, my apologies.” He said with his voice still shaking, clearing his throat. “Would you please excuse me? I’m maybe too tired after today’s presentation”

Handing back the papers to Mr. Singh, Kevin looked Mr. Singh straight in the eye and said, “I would like to go to my room now and take a rest.”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re tired.” Mr. Singh said with no concern on his face, as he gathered back the papers from Kevin.

Kevin took a sip from his scotch glass while Mr. Singh inserted the papers back in his envelope.

The two stood up from the table, and as they walked out of the booth, a waiter with a tray of cocktail drinks walked by and clashed against Mr. Singh, spilling the drinks on his suit, and causing him to drop his envelope and the important papers on the floor.

“Are you blind?” Mr. Singh said.

The server, who was a lady and now in tears, apologized and went down on one knee to pick up the broken cocktail glasses. And standing up at once, she pulled out some table napkins and started to wipe off the drenched part of Mr. Singh’s clothes. Rather showing compassion, he pushed aside the server and shoved the poor lady away.

Meanwhile, Kevin, down on one knee picked up the documents and the envelope scattered on the floor. He noticed a purple card, and getting the best of his curiosity, he picked up the card and noted the writings of “22:00”. He turned over the card, memorizing the name of the “Purple Tavern” with the address at 97 Grove roads. He checked his wristwatch and realized the time was already 9:43 pm, or “21:43”, as with the use of military time in his line of work. He again checked the card, back and forth, and inserted back the card inside the envelope, along with the other documents.

“I’m sorry for all of these.” Kevin said to the server, handing her a fifty dollar bill and left the restaurant.

Rather of going back into his room, he approached the Concierge desk and asked, “Would you please direct me to this bar called the Purple Tavern? How far is this from the hotel?”

“No problem, Sir. It’s about three blocks from here on foot. From the exit, you turn right, walk two blocks, and then make another left, and at the end of the street you will find a violet light on the windows. That’s the bar.” The concierge said.

“Thank you, Sir!” answered Kevin as he moved towards the rotating doors and onto the street.