Sieurs, Dames et Inconnus

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[font=agency fb]The colonel checked the transmission record for last time...

[color=#FFFFFF]"Colonel, we have arrived... Colonel?" Giroux didn't feel like answering to the APC driver. He was feeling stressful, irritated, willing to return back to his normal duties. Indeed, he never expected that 'baby-sitting' a Sirian would be that annoying. "Fourty-fifth apartment, right?" Giroux asked. "Eh, oui Colonel. Just walk down this street and you'll find René and Abel guarding the place. Contact me if you ne--" Giroux left the APC before the driver could finish the sentence. Definitely, this wasn't a good day for the colonel.

He took a brief look to the dossier containing all the information gathered at the moment from the Sirian. He scanned the picture taken in the docking customs. 'Could fit the stereotype of rich young lady: Complaining the whole day about Junkers? Sure' He thought to himself. Once he reached the 45th apartment in the Rue Antoine Arnauld, he looked around the place and found Rene and Abel in the opposite pavement, behind a few hovercars. "Anything to report?" Giroux asked. "She didn't move from her apartment in these last two days, colonel. Everything should be clear." They saluted the colonel and went back to their positions.

Knocked at the door, ringbell... No response. Giroux sighed deeply and opened the door with the access card. "I don't care even if she's taking a shower". The apartment was quiet, not a single noise heard except for Giroux' footsteps. "Bonjour...?" No response. He looked around the bedroom, the bathroom, every place... Nothing. But there was something that caught the attention of Giroux placed on the mahogany table, in the living room. A pyramid shaped object, completely black with what seem to be engravings on the sides, however the room light was too dim to see well. He stepped closer. For what felt like a brief moment he saw something inside of it, he could not hear the sounds outside, not even his own breath and heartbeat. The unsettling silence was broken as a loud hovercar passed nearby outside the window, snapping Giroux out of the trance. He stood there for a little while but nothing happened.

Giroux left the apartment and moved quickly towards the two undercover operatives. "There's nobody in the apartment, messieurs." He said in a very annoyed tone. The two men began to apologize and wonder how it could happen while Giroux was making great efforts to contain his anger. "Pe-Perhaps in the market... That place is always a magnet for tourists and... We could comb the area once we rep--" "Don't dare to report this or I swear you'll be assigned to the Carcassonne next week. Move to the market main gateways and make sure she isn't leave the area."

Half an hour later, the APC arrived at the market outskirts. Wearing civilian outfit and picture in hand, Giroux asked every vendor about the woman in the picture. "Apologies, didn't see her." The answer he expected from the majority. He contacted the two operatives, no sight of the Sirian. He decided to end his search around the few restaurants around the market area, since it was mid day. This time the answers of the people were more precise, until a waiter of one of the restaurants could finally point her sitting in a table 20 meters away. Giroux sighed and thanked the waiter. Then, he approached the table and took a seat in front of the young lady.

"I told you to keep a low profile in that Junker spaceport and you almost scared one of my Sous-Lieutenants, then, we give you an excellent apartment here at Nevers so you wouldn't have to complain about those noisy Junkers and you decide to vanish. You're not making things easy, mademoiselle." He said in a forced calm tone. Then, he took a deep breath. "Oui, I'm the colonel you met in Lorraine space, Aubert Giroux."

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