[ WP ] You are overseas when a bomb goes off at your hotel while you were out , losing all identification papers . You make it to the embassy but when you give your ID number , they say no such person exists ...

**Roisin is a character mentioned in [ this story ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/52kft5/wpa_front_desk_agent_at_a_government_office/d7kzp4i ) ** 
 
 Roisin O ’ Shea sat at the bar, drinking a bottle of cold beer, she had had a long morning. Roisin had been on her own overseas for the past ten years, for all she knew it could have been longer, she had been running for so long. Roisin stared at the water stained wooden counter picking at the peanuts that the bar man had left for her. She was vacantly thinking about the life she used to live, the lovers she used to have, everything that she had to leave behind, all because of London. She lost the stomach for her job after London. 
 
 The bar she was sitting in was definitely below her standards, but she often frequented dive bars to avoid attention, she knew that the men who would attend such bars would likely be locals and too intimidated to speak to her. She wanted to be alone so she made her way here, she ’ d been here many years before and although the staff had changed, the look and furniture had not. Roisin took a quick glance around her and noted three men gathered around a rickety old wooden table, it looked like it was rocking back and forth as the men lifted and put down their drinks. They were older man, clearly locals, probably out of work, they looked past their prime. 
 
 Roisin ’ s attention was drawn away when the old TV hanging from the corner of the bar began to buzz with the excited speech of a news reporter. 
 
 “ Can you turn that up please? ” Something in Roisin ’ s stomach told her that she needed to hear what was being said, and so, the barman, ever dutiful turned up the volume. 
 
 “ …plosion was noted today at the seaside resort of Le Meridien Mina Seyahi. Current reports from police and fire services indicate that only one floor was affected by the explosion, however, for safety both floors above and below have been evacuated and patrons moved to different rooms. The blast caused extensive damage to a number of rooms with room *724* being the centre of the blast zone. ” 
 
 The news anchor continued on in detail about the explosion but Roisin couldn ’ t believe what she was hearing. That was *her* room, had *they* found her? The colour drained from Roisin ’ s face as the implications sunk in. If they had indeed found her she was no longer safe in Dubai, this was the first time she ’ d returned to Dubai in the past eight years, there is no way she was followed. She was still a member of the agency but operating under an alias that Meier ’ s had created to keep her safe following London. Roisin was an expert infiltrator and often informed on high level targets, she used her charms and beauty to get what she wanted. 
 
 Roisin was slight of build, had dark flowing curls and piercing blue eyes that appeared to look right through you. She was by all means, a beautiful woman, and she knew it too. 
 
 Roisin decided to take action, Dubai was no longer safe and if she had been found out then she would be dead by the end of the day. She wouldn ’ t allow that to happen. Roisin took a quick look at the clock ticking away slowly on the wall, 1:37pm. Roisin picked up her beer with haste, took a large gulp, slammed it back on the worn, water stained counter and threw some money down for the barman. She rose from her seat and grabbed her hand bag in one movement and made her way out the door of the dark bar into the splitting sunshine. 
 
 Roisin wrapped a light scarf around her hair and neck as she made her way onto the main street, while not a local and certainly not a follower of Islam she was of the belief that one should follow the customs of those around them, for politeness sake if nothing else. It also had the effect of blending her into the crowd, she knew her bouncy curls would stand out to anyone looking for her amidst the crowd of locals. A sense of urgency began to find its way into Roisin ’ s psyche and she found herself walking a lot faster than she had intended. Roisin ’ s field experience was telling her that she was in danger, she learned to trust her gut long ago. While slightly panicked at the *phantom* threat, Roisin decided she had to return to the hotel to grab her belongings if anything remained. The most important thing for her was to get her passport, or one of them. She had many identities and many bank accounts, money didn ’ t matter to her, but without a passport she would have to resort to the embassy. 
 
 Roisin took a quick glance at her Emporio Armani wristwatch and noted the time, 2:11pm. She was conscious of the time, she knew a plane was leaving Dubai for Thailand this evening at 10:30pm, she would get on that plane and disappear again. The hotel was another 20 minutes away at least, although she would probably arrive sooner at the speed she was walking. Her small heeled shoes creating a rhythmic clip clop as she walked along the boulevard. 
 
 While she walked, Roisin tried to run through various scenarios in her head. She tried to make sense of what was happening and the only thing which made sense was that someone who she betrayed had found out where she was. Unfortunately for Roisin, she had betrayed a lot of people and she knew it. 
 
 Roisin, once again lost in thought barely registered that she had arrived at the hotel, there were ambulances, fire services and police vehicles encompassing the building, as well as an army EOD team, she recognised the bomb suits. The flashing lights of the emergency vehicles were giving Roisin a headache, or maybe it was the exertion from how quickly she had walked, she couldn ’ t be sure. Roisin checked her watch, 2:25pm. 
 
 Roisin made her way into the reception of the hotel, she was ushered in by the police after explaining her situation, she was a little overly flirtatious but her situation was desperate. Her intention was not to draw attention if possible but time was beginning to run low. 
 
 Roisin stepped up the extravagant reception desk, richly decorated to suit the wonderful marble flooring and rich furniture place delicately around the reception. The workers behind the desk were busy evidently moving the residents of floors six and eight around the hotel. Roisin gave the bell a quick rap and immediately was met by an exotic looking man, his face was not unpleasing to her. The man ’ s name badge read “ Giorgio Napoli ”. An unusual name Roisin thought but then, it was an unusual day. 
 
 “ Hello ”, Roisin pretended to read the man ’ s badge again. “ Mr. Napoli, I ’ m so sorry to bother you but I just heard about the incident on the news. ” 
 
 “ Yes, quite a tragic thing really there was a single guest killed in the explosion. ” A look of anguish was clearly visible on the man ’ s face. 
 
 “ Oh, that is terrible indeed, the news report which I heard didn ’ t mention any fatalities ” Roisin feigned an upset expression, tears welling in her eyes. In truth, she didn ’ t care, she was more worried about herself. 
 
 “ A single woman yes, I am told she was quite beautiful by the other staff, I never met her myself. She was in the room when the explosion occurred, she was burned alive, or so the coroners told us. I... I feel such pain for the poor woman, for this to happen in our hotel. ” Giorgio began to cry when he intoned his feelings to Roisin. 
 
 Roisin froze in place for a moment. She didn ’ t want to believe what she had been told by Giorgio. A woman *died* in *her* room, but it wasn ’ t her. Who was it then? What was this set up? 
 
 “ So sorry madam, I never asked what service you require of me. ” Giorgio wiped his eyes gently with a napkin. 
 
 “ Uhh, I knew the lady staying in room 724. Were any of her possessions recovered? I know her parents would greatly appreciate some form of remembrance of their daughter. ” Roisin pretended to choke up mid-sentence and cried freely into her palms. 
 
 After a moment she *consoled* herself and stood up straight, facing Giorgio. 
 
 “ No miss, nothing was recovered, the fire destroyed everything. ” There was no empathy in the man ’ s voice, instead, suspicion dripped off every word. 
 
 “ Thank you for your time then. ” 
 
 Roisin thought something was amiss and turned on her heel immediately, she had no time for messing around. Roisins gut told her that she had been made, she didn ’ t know by who but she wasn ’ t about to wait around to find out. Roisin hailed a taxi outside the hotel. 
 
 Climbing into the taxi with urgency, Roisin couldn ’ t help but feel she was being watched, as she looked behind her she noted a police officer staring directly at her amidst the crowd of men busying about the fantastically luxurious hotel. The otherwise brilliant white structure was now marred by terrible flecks of smoke on the outside of the building that would be cleared up soon Roisin knew. 
 
 “ Where to miss? ” The taxi driver was a bit confused why this beautiful woman was staring out the back window, but attributed it to the commotion of the explosion. 
 
 “ American embassy, please, and make it quick ” 
 
 Roisin ’ s tensions eased off a little bit as she sat in the back of the taxi, she looked at her watch, 2:45pm. 
 
 Roisin knew it would take more than a half hour to make it to the consulate in this traffic, she decided to sit back and think of her options. 
 
 ** [ Part 2 ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/52vitg/wp_you_are_overseas_when_a_bomb_goes_off_at_your/d7obxys ) ** 

