The Chesterfield Hotel had seen it's better days Now it was needing some tender loving care. The gang of six to eight people had assembled in the hotel's lobby. They weren't there to have fun and share any loving care. They were there to reap havoc on the the parade that would be marching down the street in front of the hotel in a few days. They assembled in rooms upstairs over looking the street. They had their M16's out and loaded. if they were lucky they would at least shoot and kill the the leader of the parade Detective Glasser was one of the hotel's security guards on the day shift was on duty when that particular group of people checked in that day. While their rooms was being prepared for them the group decided to have a few drinks in the only hotel's bar and grill. Detective Glasser's desk was just outside the bar's door. He had been shot in the back while serving his country in the national guard and was given a discharged. The bullet was still in his back.
The doctors told him if it was removed he diffently would be paralized and spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. They grinded it down and put a back brace on him.. His ability to walk had put a strain on his bride to be and himself for years untill they finally called it off. He took this job that included a nice room as part of his pay. He could tell when a guest at the hotel was up to no good. This group was diffently up to no good. He had overheard one of the group ordering the group to refuse any maid service or room service untill they left and the only female of the group that she was personally to come to the bar and grill to get their meals He overheard that man who seemed to be the boss of them also telling them no partying from now untill they finished the job For some reason detective Glaser got the feleling that they didn't want the hotel's staff to see what they had in their rooms or to be identified.