'Okay, let's see who else gets any benefits of knowing my position.' Midnight decides not to get rid of the GPS transmitter yet.
After a couple of hours of riding without any obvious attacks or attempts at pursuing him, he reaches his hotel in Rome and parks in a side alley. A page boy mouse helps him with the baggage as he checks in, gets the electronic key, and heads for his room on the 8th floor which is also the top floor. No more equipment is found in this room, but what strikes him is a large TV set which still uses a CRT. He checks the room thoroughly for explosives, bugs, and other unusual items, but he doesn't find any. What strikes him, though, is that the black screws which hold the TV's rear cover in place have been tinkered with. This may mean the device has been serviced before, but it doesn't have to. So to be sure, he decides to examine it. The power cord leads to a wall socket next to the room's entrance door. Midnight opens the door, steps outside and crouches behind the wall as he pulls the cord.
Nothing happens.
'They must think I'm stupid,' he figures. He carefully turns the TV around, gets his tool kit, and removes the cover.
"Bingo!"
He discovers six packs of C-4 which are duct-taped to the tube from behind. The ignition would have been triggered if he had turned the TV on. 'What a creative fragmentation bomb this is. But not good enough.' He decides against disarming the bomb. This might wreak some havoc and destroy a hotel room, but it's supposed to. Whoever is after him expects the TV to blow up, and chances are good that the hotel room is being watched, even though the curtains are closed. 'You shall have your fireworks.'
Midnight puts on his personal pair of black gloves, takes his time switch, sets it to switch on in about five minutes, puts it into the same wall socket, connects the TV to the time switch, and turns it on. Of course, nothing happens as the TV is still cut off of any electricity.
'I need to get the heck outta here.' He takes all his bags and cases at once and rushes down the hallway until he reaches an emergency staircase. The door is locked but swiftly unlocked with the right tools. Midnight wonders how a hotel can have electronic door locks for every room, but a mechanical lock and not alarm trigger at all on an emergency exit door, not to mention a big tube TV in his room. He wonders what sort of TVs are in the other rooms as he closes the door behind him. He looks onto his wristwatch and counts down.
"Four, three, two, one..."
An immense explosion makes the building quake as the six explosives packs detonate and rip the TV set apart, sending shards of the tube all over the room and ripping apart whatever is in their way. Midnight hurries down the stairway as fast as he can with all the luggage before anyone else gets the idea to escape through it. As expected, the exit door leads to the same alley in which the Ducati is parked. He steps outside, squats down, sneaks past the bike, removes the GPS transmitter, and hides behind a dumpster while large black clouds of smoke rise up from his room. He gazes past the dumpster and spots a white Fiat van which is parked beside the street and opposite the hotel. That is, a few seconds later, the driver puts away his cell phone and drives away. 'Alright, so I'm dead now. Makes things a lot easier.'
Suddenly, a police car stops next to Midnight. One of the two squirrel officers asks him, "Is everything okay with you?"
"Yes," Midnight replies, "as long as my motorcycle is okay."
"Your motorcycle?"
"The black Ducati behind me. Say, what happened here?" As if he didn't have a clue. He figured that his installation of a time switch will make things look like a time bomb on the investigations which are likely to follow soon.
"Probably a bomb attack on a hotel room. We don't know anything more so far."
"I guess it's not safe to use the street now, is it?"
"It'd probably be closed now," the police squirrel supposes.
"Thanks, that's what I needed to know. Now I don't wanna keep you away from your duty. Bye!"
Midnight slowly sneaks back and away from the dumpster. As he notices that the police squirrels are about to get off their car, he attaches the GPS transmitter underneath it. 'For a bit of fun and distraction for whoever is receiving this.' Then he mounts the bags and cases on the Ducati and rides away through some alleys, his path being unclear and mostly hidden, but his destination being Nemi.
"I need to contact Chip and ask him where he knows these mice from," Midnight says to himself. "If it was his idea, that is."
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