"Oooh!" says the taxi driver. "That'th an expenthive plathe!"
"I shall speak to you again once you have settled in your rooms." says The Man, ending the call.
Notwithstanding the price, the Residence Hotel is also nearby. It is a tall structure of metal and glass, and the sign above the door reads "THE RESIDENCE HOTEL" - with, below that, in smaller print, "A fully owned subsidiary of CyberSolutions Incorporated." There's a long driveway out front, lined with trees, with apparently the sole purpose of saying, in effect, 'we can afford to have all this open ground in the city centre". The driver pulls up in front of the main entrance, and a uniformed hotel employee is at the cab door almost immediately, politely opening it for Spot and Wilshire. He seems a bit taken aback - possibly by the fact that they're not arriving in a limousine. Thomas and Dave are still out cold and show no signs of waking up.
"Do you have a reservation?" enquires the employee, haughtily looking down his nose at Wilshire.