Now the car was abandoned in the underground parkade of the Washington Athletic Club, across the street from the Sheraton, with the AK-97 in the trunk. Modal had bitched about that, too, but hadn’t had an answer when Sly asked him how he expected to smuggle the assault rifle into the hotel. He knew as well as she did that the Sheraton’s weapons detectors would pick up their handguns, Modal’s Ingram. As in most better-class hotels, the security personnel would simply have recorded that the guests in rooms 1203 and 1205 were carrying "personal defense devices." But the matter wouldn’t be so routine if the electronics suite were to pick up the AK concealed under somebody’s coat.