[b]Motel[/b]
"Horace!" He saw them running up the stairs, passing him. He followed the out to the gravel roof. He say the makeshift zip line. "Hell no." He muttered under his breath. "Horace! Don't zip line. I have a better idea." He looked at the soldier, who was sitting on the floor, looking ready to pass out. "we can throw the scotch out and light it on fire. It'll distract them and we won't have to do, a suicide missing across that, 'zip line' of yours."