"Which room is Nicholas Drevins?" asked a gruff voice.
"I cannot tell you," informed the receptionist.
"OK," they replied and pulled out a gun.
"He is Room 11, third floor," bawled the receptionist.
"Thank you," said the man and pulled the trigger.
The four of them hurried up to the lift and followed the directions from the dead receptionist to the door, kidnapped the boy and drove him off to the abandoned flats.