It had been several days before Kinn allowed Porsche out of their bed-for lack of a better way of saying it. But they needed to come up for air and Porsche needed to figure out the lay of the bar, which meant he was there while Kinn was dealing with some paper work. He wanted to get the rest of the hotel/compound fixed up and then investigate how businesses worked around here. There was also the consideration of the black market, too. Because all the 'official' and 'legal' stuff was all a front for the plans he had to make certain they were taken care of and safe.

Currently, the things he had collected was in the process of giving him a headache-which he was not looking forward to. But his arm which was almost healed was itching like mad and he was doing his best not to itch. What he hadn't been expecting was the door to his room flinging open and a herd of dogs coming in a rush.

Kinn wasn't used to that kind of disturbance and reacted reflexively, reaching for the gun that was not in the back of his pants. Sighing in frustration, he relaxed, looking at the balls of fur now circling around him. "How the hell did you get in here?"