The door to my room was still intact, although the lock and knob was a little more scarred than I remembered. No one appeared to be hanging around. I didn’t kid myself, though. There would be surveillance. Whether they were looking for Bob or Natasha, or both, was an unknown. Whether it was Crew, Resistance, or both was pretty much irrelevant at this point. My fate at the hands of either party, and more important, Bender’s fate, was a foregone conclusion.