Undoing the chain and turning the lock simultaneously, he opened the door. She walked in holding the tray at chest level. There was no water. This maid looked a bit young, not young and pretty, but young nonetheless. “Where’s the water?” She was headed toward the dresser to set down the tray. “Water?” He asked again. She didn’t seem to understand. There was something about her uniform. Paul blocked her path and lifted the silver food cover. Nothing. Set up. Somkiat was already coming through the door with the shock stick. Paul grabbed the tray and flipped it sending the few utensils on the floor. Holding it like a shield he tried to block the two electric prods on the end of the baton. Somkiat kicked the tray hard. Paul was on the ground. He shit himself. The big Thai had his ankle in one hand and was applying the stun gun to his right thigh with the other. He yelled hoping someone would hear. The skinny Thai was closing the door now. Too late, he already had the metal taste in his mouth again.