Finally, now that I'm the moderator...

Part VIII:

Chicken was back in under an hour, but not in a cab. He was driving a golf cart bearing the emblem of a nearby country club. All four wheels and much of the body of the cart were spattered with mud and gravel. The upper frame was streaked with chlorophyll and there were a few twigs and leaves from a large deciduous tree stuck into some of the mud spattered on one side of the cart.

With Chicken on the golf cart were two petite feminine figures in white. I don't know whether it was deliberate, but Chicken parked the cart halfway through the open automatic doors at the front of the hotel lobby. He and the two passengers quickly jumped out onto the floor. The automatic doors caught one side of the cart and pushed it about a foot and a half to the right, smearing the floor underneath even more thoroughly with mud, gravel, and plant debris before contacting the other door. The two doors squeezed the cart impotently for a second and then opened up again. Chicken seemed to notice none of this until his guests pointed it out to him.
He turned around and gave a quick 'huh!' when the doors closed on the cart again, then started walking toward the elevators again.

The two KGB guys arrived in the lobby simultaneously via 2 different elevators and walked toward Chicken. Chicken told his guests to stay with the guards until he called to have them come upstairs. Then he got in an elevator and the doors closed.

Now that I could see the guests better, I began to worry even more about this situation. They were both bleached blondes wearing polyvinyl chloride nurses uniforms with very short skirts. They were both smoking clove cigarettes, although I can't honestly be sure that either of them was more than 12 years old. they were speaking to each other in a language I think was Russian. One had incredibly bad teeth. The other had teeth so perfect they had to be fake; not like the real-looking fake ones people get, but like the way-too-perfect ones that people get when there is no 'original' set of teeth to model from. She also had a badly crooked nose that suggested breakage from different angles on separate occasions.

One of the guards, the one without a moustache, interrupted their conversation. I don't know what it was about because they were all speaking Russian. An elevator door opened and that guy stepped in front of the open doors abruptly. Everybody began shouting and pointing fingers at each other. Hotel security just stood and watched, since they really had no training or experience to guide them with whatever was happening.

I was really worried that someone might get hurt, or, worse, that Chicken might suddenly make his presence felt again. Fortunately, neither thing happened. I'm still not sure what the issue with the Russians was or how what next happened settled things, but they settled.

The girl with the bad teeth squatted on the floor in front of the elevator and urinated. Everyone stopped shouting. The guards shook their heads, nodded at each other and walked away like nothing had happened in the first place.

The girls got in the elevator and the door closed. Just then Chicken called and asked to have his guests sent up.

'Right away Mr. Chicken John, Sir.'

No. There's a bit more. I just want to make sure I include all the important details and omit the distractions.