Claire heard what Pimpernel said. Damn right he is. Claire herself had scar from last meeting with other family. Something is not right here. Meanwhile they arrived to the entrance of Bordelo.
On the right side there were boxes with codes and at the entrance there was scanning portal.
Claire pointed at boxes.
"Put your weapons here mes ames. Security protocol. People often get drunk in our bordelo so we like to keep them out of guns till they are 'calm' again. While I'm sure you don't plan to do nothing like that here rules are the rules. Once you are done come to this scanner. I will wait you on the other side."
Claire went thru portal and then spoke to the micro.
"Le Pimpernel, this could get jumpy. Be careful what you want to sell. They will come thru standart procedures. No guns, no explosives. If this stuff would get too hot, you know what to do."
Captain Leigh reluctantly unclasped his holster and took out his weapon. With a click he removed the weapons power cell and placed both components into the box provided. He was about to close it when he looked at the scanner, sighed and removed another, smaller pistol from his boot and a plasma grenade from the back pocket of his utility belt.
Finally he removed the sword from his belt and realised that it wouldn't fit in the box. He held it up and shouted to Claire through the scanner.
"The sword won't fit in the box," he said, "mind if I hold onto it?"
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Le Pimpernel reached under the table and pulled out an old Gallic Royal Police service pistol. He pushed a power cell into the weapon and tucked it away under his jacket. He was not fond of such weapons but it was always useful to have one about when new and mysterious clients were about.
Picking up the microphone once again he spoke to Claire.
"I am more than prepared for anything they might pull mon ami," he said, "just keep an eye out for anything suspicious."
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An'e giggled to herself as she half dragged half pulled the Sirian with her to the Bordel...then suddenly veered off into a narrower corridor. "Come! Politalks are boring and not fun. I show you around and have good fun too!" She said sweetly as she continued to pull him by the arm down the corridor. Eventually, they reached the observation deck, offering a complete view of the surrounding system, it was a breath-taking sight. But the only ones who came up here were commanders who didn't trust electronic read outs. "It is Burgundy system! It is beaut-...beaut-...beauti-...it is pretty in the light!" She said giving a lungful sigh, her bust heaving as she basked in the light.
"Tell me...do you think that I am pretty?" She asked coyly as she played with the button that contained her massive assists.
Captain Leigh looked about with some shock when he realised that Night had disappeared along with the large breasted Gallic woman.
I quietly swore to himself when he realised what had happened and resigned himself to entering the Bordel alone. As he stepped through the scanner he hoped against hope that Night would let his bigger head do the thinking and not say or do something unbelievably stupid.
He walked up to Claire.
"Alright," he said, "take me to Le Pimpernel"
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Night looked around, Gallia really was beautiful, such a shame that many Sirians would never be able to see what he could see now. It was only now he realised that he'd been alone for a long time, he wasn't going to leave the station as the same man who entered. He realised that the incredible girl in front of him was probably just taking him for a ride, 'karma' he thought, after all the times he'd done this too girls. Then, he realised how lucky he was, to be here, seeing and experiencing things that many couldn't even imagine. And too have some gorgeous girl all over him.
Actually, if he didn't give her an answer soon, she'd probably accuse him of stalling.
Night turned his head away from the stars, tried to focus on An'e's eyes, which was hard given the size of her breasts and their proximity too his face.
"You look as beautiful as Gallia herself"
He met her gaze.
"Please don't be duping me" Night thought too himself.
She chuckled slightly and then she looked at Leigh's sword.
"Hmm, keep it if you want and let me ask Pimpernel if he is ready to accept you."
She had connection with him thru microphone but she did not want to show her guest that she was in connection with him all the time. Therefore she went to communicator in the wall and called Pimpernel's office number.
Le Pimpernel picked up his portable communicator responded quickly.
"I'm not in my office Claire, I'm in the VIP area at the Bordel."
He switched off the screen of the security monitor and stashed the microphone under the table.
"Bring him on through." he said before sitting back in his chair and lighting a cigarette.
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Leigh heard the voice through the intercom and glanced over to the door marked VIP in the corner of the Bordel. The door was guarded by two very large bouncers and illuminated by a forboding red light.
"That way then?" he asked, jerking his thumb towards the door and falling into step behind Clair as they aproached the door...
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V.I.P part of Bordel was pleasure for all senses. Huge Dark room with small lights for absolute privacy. Calm but rousing music, almost naked dancers, scent of cinnamon and sofas with tables around.
Captain Leigh picked his way across the VIP area through the tables and chairs towards the solitary figure sitting in a secluded corner of the club that Claire had pointed out to him. The man wore an elaborately decorated mask and stood as he approached.
"Ah, bonjour monsieur Leigh," the man said in flawless but accented Sirian, extending his hand, "I am the man they call Le Pimpernel."
"Captain Christopher Leigh of the Order," Leigh said, shaking Le Pimpernels hand firmly.
Sitting down once again, Le Pimpernel motioned for captain Leigh to join him and took up a datapad from a small stack he had on the table.
"So captain, before we start with our business it is only polite that we get to know eachother," said Le Pimpernel, smirking as he looked intently at the datapad, "my most recent information placed you as a sergeant, I see you have been a busy man since then."
Leigh was taken aback. That this Gallian had heard of him was very strange and equally as worrying. Regaining his composure and realising the information broker was probably bluffing to try and catch him off guard, Leigh sat back and laughed.
"Nice try," he said, "no doubt your flashy display of knowledge impresses most of your customers."
Le Pimpernel looked up from the datapad and caught Leigh's eye. There was a look of pure glee in his eyes, like that of someone whos plan has reached a perfect conclusion. Looking back at the datapad, he began to read.
"You were born on planet Cambridge in the united kingdom of Bretonia, you moved to Liberty at a young age and joined their Navy where you rose to the rank of major and became a combat flight instructor at West Point Military Academy."
He paused and took a drag on his cigarette.
"Now I will admit that I know nothing of the period after you retired, but then you resurface in my files when a warrant is put out for your arrest for high treason and terrorist acts against the house of Liberty."
He paused again to take in Leigh's dumbstruck expression and chuckled to himself before continuing.
"You then start to show up on the most wanted list of Libertonian criminals as well as some rather sensitive documents that should probably never have left Liberty Security Force data vaults."
Le Pimpernel stopped and sat silently as he slid the datapad over the table towards Leigh. Regaining his composure yet again and suspecting some kind of trick, the captain took up the datapad and looked at it. His heart sank as he realised that by some unknown means, this Gallic information broker had built up a very detailed, if slightly outdated profile of him. Among the various files were his Liberty Navy service record, several wanted posters, his divorce certificate from his ex wife and sure enough, some classified LSF files pertaining to his suspected activities with the Order.
"How did you get these?" he demanded.
"An artist never reveals his secrets mon ami," Le Pimpernel laughed as he motioned to a scantily clad serving girl to bring some wine.
"Still," he continued, "you did not come here to hear about your own life no doubt, and wine is essential to any business transaction."
Right on cue, the serving girl returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses for Leigh, Le Pimpernel and Claire.
"So what is it that La Famille can provide for the Order?" he asked, pouring the wine and passing it around, "no doubt you have seen from my little dossier on you that there is little in this world that escapes my notice."
In his haste to interrogate Le Pimpernel about his unnaturally proficient information gathering skills, Leigh had almost forgotten why he was there in the first place. He skipped any pleasantries and cut strait to the chase.
"We need some Council comm codes," he said, still visibly agitated, "specifically, their most secure channels."
Le Pimpernel frowned at this.
"Well, such sensetive codes do not come cheap..."
// Taking a break in the story here. I will finish it tomorrow in a continuing post to give myself a rest and the others a chance to post and contribute.
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