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(I love this prompt. Btw, trigger warning for some violence.)
The tires squealed as Korse pulled up to the motel. Warning signs with the Better Living logo had been plastered on the windows and doors. At the old vending machine, white-suited employees painted over the graffiti. They stopped and watched Korse barge through the entrance. The blast from the air conditioners greeted him, rattling on the floor as he marched through the hallway.
Employees bustled up and down the hall, stopping as he passed. Some of the motel doors had been replaced with clear plastic sheets that crinkled when pushed back. Through the sheets were beds, makeshift offices, and whirring radio technology. When he reached a wooden door marked NO ENTRY, Korse slashed his ID through the scanner. The light beeped green. Then he unlocked the door and stormed inside, letting it slam shut behind him.