Chapter 8Okay, let’s quit fooling around and get back to Midgard and all the stupid rules here. Walking really sucks, you know that? I’m giving serious thought to snapping a hair just so I don’t have to go on foot carrying my cases. The price though is just too great. Damn. So I’m walking. The only thing soothing my ego is the memory of Thor hitting the telephone pole in the middle of the road.
I enter the first hotel I come across. No sense wandering and walking until I found something better. The truth here is that most hotels are owned by Hypnos and his son, Morpheus. They’ve done almost as good of a job building their network as I’ve done with cell phone contracts. Almost. Nothing rivals what I’ve done.
The clerk greets me as I walk up to the counter and set my cases on the floor. I
