Tycho gunned his butter-yellow Murcielago, a custom color for this car that he’d paid the Italian supercar maker extra for, to ensure it approximated the color of the highest quality gold.  He quickly blew past official speed limits as he roared down Ave Kennedy to head back to Luxembourg City from his mansion in the forest grounds north of the city.  To max out the distance he could cover using the broad avenue, instead of the ancient, and winding city streets, he skimmed the outskirts of the city center as far as he could,  before he finally made a left to take the Ave dela Gare to dive into the twisted, turning city streets.

He deftly but impatiently maneuvered the nimble supercar, slowed down considerably by all the narrow, one way turns in city streets in this part of the city.  It was a far cry from the nose-bleed inducing speed he’d pushed the car to earlier, as soon as he’d reached the wide-open, empty avenue leading out of the city, and during the all-too-swift return drive back.

Finally, he turned left into Blvd d’Avanches, which merged into Blvd General Patton, on which Bette’s hotel perched, and which anchored that part of the city.

He dropped his keys on the open palm of the parking valet, who’d hopped to attention as soon as he saw the familiar Lamborghini turn nimbly into hotel driveway, and stepped as close as he dared step near the spot the car would stop in.

He knew Mr. Gallette was a generous tipper, and all the valets, including him, reciprocated by keeping the car spotless and parked as close as possible to the hotel entrance.

Tycho bound up the grand staircase, leaping up two steps at a time, and quick-walked to the door of the suite he’d left Bette in about 20 minutes earlier as soon as he’d ascended to the third floor.  He knocked several times, and took a step away from the door, and looked towards the area the keyhole was pointed at, to allow Bette to see him quickly, anticipating Bette would peer into it first, before letting him in.

He was surprised to see Tyler in the room, after he stepped into the room.  “I just remembered, Bette that….” he paused in mid-sentence.