Michael Westen: [narrative] Getting information out of hotels requires a delicate touch. One whiff that you're snooping and you'll just hear a lot of, "We can't give out that information." You need to get them on your side, convince them that you're someone who needs customer service.
Michael Westen: [to desk clerk] Excuse me. I'm wondering if you could help me. A... friend of mine was staying at the hotel and, uh, we were supposed to hook up.
Hotel Desk Clerk: Mr. Westen? We've been expecting you.
[Hotel Desk Clerk, nametagged Janet, hands Michael a hotel envelope with his name written on it]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Of course, when the hotel clerk turns out to be expecting you, that makes things a little easier.
Michael Westen: Left it... for me? You sure?
Hotel Desk Clerk: Yes. He had the bellman drop it off. He said you would be 6'1", exquisitely dressed, with impeccable posture.
[Michael opens the envelope, which was not sealed, and pulls out a hotel memo pad page with "Room 302" written on it]
Michael Westen: Huh.
[Fade to third floor hallway, Michael approaching room 302]
Michael Westen: [narrative] In the world of espionage, there are a lot of ways to introduce yourself: you can use official channels; you can use a cover I.D.; you can use encrypted communication. Whatever the method, that first contact tells you a lot about a person.
[as Michael reaches the open door to Room 302, flames suddenly burst up throughout the room]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Especially when someone introduces himself by firebombing a hotel room.
[title card, "Metal Gear" alert sting]
