Then it had been only a matter of marching into the Sheraton lobby, bold as brass, and taking two adjoining rooms in the names of Wesley Aimes and Samantha Bouvier. Even though Sly was sure the clerk would hear her heart pounding, the bored dwarf had merely slipped the credsticks into the registration computer’s slot. When they read out as good, he issued them the magnetic cards that served as keys, mumbling, "WelcometotheSheraton, hopeyouenjoyyourstay."