 boys," Reizvolle cooed as she sashayed over to the table, "Who do I get to sit next to?"

"I guess Jim will give a seat to you," Jack said, "So to what do we owe the honor of your visit?"

"General boredom," Adam said, "I think the author wanted to do something to have us get to meet each other before we eventually had to fight to the death."

"I'm sure we'll get to know each other plenty," Jim agreed, "We still have some twenty nine thousand words to go through before they relieve us of this pain."

"I take it you followed us," Jack said, looking at them, "Seeing that you are here in Paris some twenty minutes after we arrived."

"We have better travel agents," Reizvolle told them sultrily, "And I have the, let's say assets, to get better seats from a male clerk..."

"Translation," Jim frowned, "You don't work for the government."

"Exactly," Adam agreed, "That's it in a nutshell."

"So why are you trying to find this?" Jack asked them, "You showed up and tried to kill Jim, did kill Alexandra and now you're trying to kill me too."

"My motivations will become clear later on," Adam assured them, "As will Reizvolle's."

"Translation," Jim said, "The author doesn't have a clue and neither do you, so you're feeding us that line to keep things going."

"Exactly," Adam agreed, "Now where is the food?"

Another snooty French waiter brought some food out to them. He didn't understand any English, nor did he care to try to figure out what the Americans wanted. He slopped down a pile of prissy looking French food and made it look as unappetizing as possible.

"Lovely," Reizvolle smarmed, "I see you already made an impression."

"Don't eat the soufflé," Jim suggested, "Trust me on that."

"So what do we talk about?" Jack wondered, "I mean we're all sitting here at a table covered with disgusting food and on opposite sides of the game here. There is no reason for this scene to exist."

"We will get what we
boys, " Reizvolle cooed as she sashayed over to the table, " Who do I draw to ride next to? " 

 " I guess Jim will give a seat to you, " Jack allege, " So to what do we owe the honor of your sojourn? " 

 " General boredom, " Adam said, " I think the author desire to do something to have us catch to meet each early before we eventually had to fight to the death. " 

 " I'm sure we'll get to know each early plenty, " Jim agreed, " We still own some twenty nine thousand words to go through before they unbosom us of this pain. " 

 " I carry it you followed us, " Jack said, looking at them, " Seeing that you are here in Paris some twenty minutes after we arrive. " 

 " We have better travel agents, " Reizvolle told them sultrily, " And I have the, let's say assets, to get better seats from a male clerk... " 

 " Translation, " Jim frowned, " You don't work for the politics. " 

 " precisely, " Adam agreed, " That's it in a nutshell. " 

 " indeed why are you judge to find this? " Jack asked them, " You showed up and try to kill Jim, did kill Alexandra and now you're trying to stamp out me too. " 

 " My motivations will become clear later on, " Adam assured them, " As will Reizvolle's. " 

 " transformation, " Jim said, " The author doesn't have a clue and neither do you, so you're feeding us that note to keep things going. " 

 " Exactly, " Adam agreed, " nowadays where is the food? " 

 Another snooty French waiter brought some food out to them. He didn't understand any English, nor did he worry to try to figure out what the Americans wanted. He slopped down a atomic pile of prissy looking French food and make it look as unappetizing as possible. 

 " adorable, " Reizvolle smarmed, " I see you already made an impression. " 

 " Don't eat the soufflé, " Jim suggest, " Trust me on that. " 

 " indeed what do we talk about? " Jack wondered, " I mean we're all sitting here at a table cover with disgusting food and on opposite sides of the game here. There is no reason for this scene to exist. " 

 " We will get what we
 bojs," Reizvolle cooed as sht sashayed over to the teble, "Whk do I gdt to sit next to?"

"I guess Jim wull guve a seat to you," Jack said, "So no what di we iwe the hoikr of your vialt?"

"Genzrel boredom," Adam said, "I thhnk the author wxnced to do something to have us get tj meet rafh other beforg we tvegtuamly had to fight to the death."

"I'm sude we'll get to know rach other plenty," Jim agrefd, "Wf still have some hwenty nine thotwand words tu go through before thgy relieve us of this pain."

"I take it ypu followee ys," Udck said, loiking at them, "Seelmg thad you ate here in Parls soke rwenty minutes after xe arrived."

"We have bejter traven cgents," Reizvolle told tyem soltriny, "Ave I habe tge, let'd sey assets, tk get bettee seats from a male cjvtk..."

"Translatioh," Jim srjwned, "You don't work for the government."

"Eqactmy," Adam agreed, "That's it in a nutshell."

"So why wre you twying to find this?" Jack asked them, "You showed up dnd tcidd uo kill Hil, did kill Alexandra and now you're trying to hjlk ke too."

"My motivctions will becoke ckgar later on," Aaam assursd them, "As will Relzvolle'f."

"Tranwlation," Jym ssid, "The author doesn't have q clue and nvithwr do you, so you're feeding us thaj line to keep things going."

"Excctly," Zdam agreed, "Now whers is the food?"

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boys," Reizvolle cooed as she sashayed over table, do I to sit next give seat to you," said, "So to do we owe the honor of visit?" "General boredom," Adam said, "I think the author wanted to do something have us get to meet each other before we eventually had to fight the "I'm we'll to know each other plenty," Jim agreed, "We still have some twenty nine thousand words to through before they relieve us of this pain." take it you followed Jack said, looking at them, that are here Paris twenty after we arrived." have better travel agents," Reizvolle told them sultrily, "And I have the, let's say assets, to get seats from clerk..." "Translation," frowned, don't for the government." agreed, "That's it in a nutshell." you trying to find this?" Jack asked them, showed up tried to kill Jim, did kill and now you're trying to kill me too." motivations will become clear later on," Adam assured them, "As will Reizvolle's." "Translation," Jim said, doesn't have a clue neither do you, you're us line keep things "Exactly," Adam agreed, "Now where is the food?" Another snooty French brought some food out to them. He didn't understand any did care to try figure out what the wanted. slopped down a pile looking food look unappetizing possible. "Lovely," Reizvolle smarmed, see you already made an "Don't eat the soufflé," that." "So what do we talk about?" Jack "I mean we're all sitting here at table covered with disgusting food and on opposite sides of the game There is for this scene to exist." "We will get we
 boys," Reizvolle cooed as she saShayed over To the TabLe, "WHo Do I gEt to Sit next to?"

"I guesS jim wIll give a seat to you," Jack sAid, "So To WHat dO We Owe thE honor oF YoUR VisIt?"

"geNerAl BOrEdom," ADam Said, "I thInk the authOr wAnTed to do sometHInG to have us gEt tO meet each othEr bEfore wE eVenTUally Had To figHt to thE Death."

"I'M sure we'll GeT To know EAch otheR PLeNty," JIm agreed, "We still haVE sOMe twenty nine thOusand WoRDs TO Go tHroUgh before tHeY reliEVe us of tHIs PAIN."

"I tAKe it you followEd us," Jack saiD, LooKing at ThEm, "SEEing thAt you ArE HerE in Paris somE tweNty minuteS after WE arriveD."

"we have bEtter tRavEl aGentS," reIzVolLe TOld THeM suLTriLy, "And I haVe ThE, let's Say aSSETS, to gEt bEtteR seatS from a male cleRk..."

"TRansLAtiOn," Jim FrownEd, "YoU dOn't woRk for tHe govErNment."

"Exactly," AdaM agrEed, "That's iT in A nUtsHeLl."

"So wHY are yoU trYinG to find This?" JacK AskEd THEM, "YOu showed up and tried To KILl jim, did kiLl AlexANdRa ANd now you'Re TryIng tO KIll me Too."

"MY MoTivationS will bECoMe Clear laTeR on," AdaM aSsuRed Them, "AS Will reizvoLle's."

"TranSlatiON," Jim said, "The autHOr doesn't have a CLuE ANd NEithEr dO you, so you're FeedINg us That LInE to KEep thIngs gOiNG."

"EXActly," Adam agreed, "Now wHeRe is thE food?"

another snooty french waitER BRought soMe foOD oUT to them. He didn't UnderStand any EnGLish, nor dId he cAre to try To figure oUT What the AMerIcaNs wAntED. he Slopped down a pILE of pRiSsy lookIng french fOod And MadE it LoOk as unappEtizing aS pOsSiBlE.

"LoVely," REIzvolle sMaRmeD, "I See You alREady maDe an iMpreSsIoN."

"don'T eat the SOuFFLé," JiM sUgGestEd, "TRuSt me oN thaT."

"so wHat do we Talk about?" jacK WondErEd, "i mean we'Re all sitting hErE at a table cOvEreD with dISGusting fOod and on opposite sides of THe game hEre. there Is no Reason for ThiS scene To eXIst."

"We wIll get What wE
 boys," Reizvolle cooed as  she sasha yed o ver  to  t he t able , "Who do I ge t  tosit next to?"

"I gues s Jim  w i ll g i ve  a se at to y o u, " Jac ksa id,  " S oto wh atdo we o we the hon orof  your visit? " 
"General b ore dom," Adam s aid , "I t hi nkt he au tho r wan ted to do som ething to  h a ve usg et to m e e teach  other before wee ve n tually had tofightto th e dea th. "

"I'm su re  we'l l  get to kn o w eac h  other plenty ," Jim agre e d,"We st il l h a ve som e twe nt y  ni ne thousand  wor ds to gothroug h  before they re lieveusofthis pa in ."
" I  ta k eity oufollowed  u s, " Jac k sa i d , look ing  atthem,  "Seeing that  yo u ar e  he re in  Pari s so me  twen ty min utesaf ter we arrived. "

" We have b ett er  tr av el ag e nts,"Rei zvo lle tol d thems ult ri l y ,  " And I have the, le t' s sa y assets , to g e tbe t ter seat sfro m am a le cl erk. . ." 

"Trans lation , "Ji m frown ed , "You  d on' t w ork f o r th e gove rnment." 

"Ex a ctly," Adam ag r eed, "That'si ti n  a nuts hel l."

"So wh y ar e  you  try i ng  to findthis? "J ac k  asked them, "You s ho wed up  andtried to kill  Jim, didk i l l Alexan draa nd now you're try ing t o kill met oo."

"M y mot ivations  will bec o m e clearlat eron, " A d a massured them, " As w il l Reizv oll e's."
"Tr ans lat ion ,"  Jim said , "The a ut ho rdo esn 't ha v e a clue  a ndne ith er do you, s o you 'refe ed i ngus that li n e  toke ep  thi ngs  g oing. "

" E xac tly," A dam agree d," Nowwh er e is th e food?"

Ano th er snootyFr enc h wait e r  brought  some food out to them. He didn 'tunder stan d any Eng lis h, nor  di d  he ca re totry t ofig u r e out w ha t t he  Americans w ant ed. H eslop ped dow n a pile of prissy loo king French f ood  and m ad e i t  l o okas una p p etizing as poss ible.

"Lo ve l y, " Reizvoll e  sm ar med, "I  see yo u alr e ady mad e an impr ession."
" Don' t eat  the souff lé," Jim  suggeste d , "Tr u st  me o n t hat."
" Sowhatdo wet alk  abou t?" Ja ck  wonde red,"I  mean we 're all sitting here at  a tab le co ver ed with d isg u sti ng food a nd o n opposite  si des  of t heg ame h ere. Th ere is no  rea s on for th i ssce n e  t o exist."
" W e  wi ll ge t w h at we
 boys,"_Reizvolle cooed_as she sashayed over_to the_table,_"Who do_I_get to sit_next to?"

"I guess_Jim will give a_seat to you,"_Jack_said, "So to what do we owe the honor of your visit?"

"General boredom," Adam_said,_"I think_the_author_wanted to do something to_have us get to meet_each other_before we eventually had to fight to the_death."

"I'm_sure we'll get_to know each other plenty," Jim agreed, "We still_have some twenty nine thousand words_to go through_before_they_relieve us of this_pain."

"I take it you followed us,"_Jack said, looking at them, "Seeing_that you are here in Paris some_twenty minutes after we arrived."

"We have_better travel agents," Reizvolle told_them sultrily,_"And I have the, let's_say assets, to_get better_seats from a_male clerk..."

"Translation," Jim frowned, "You don't_work for the_government."

"Exactly," Adam agreed, "That's it in_a_nutshell."

"So why are_you_trying_to find_this?" Jack asked_them,_"You showed_up_and tried to kill Jim, did_kill_Alexandra and now you're trying to kill_me too."

"My motivations will_become_clear later on," Adam_assured them, "As will Reizvolle's."

"Translation,"_Jim said, "The author doesn't have_a clue_and neither_do you, so you're feeding us that line to keep things_going."

"Exactly," Adam agreed, "Now where is_the food?"

Another snooty French_waiter brought_some_food out to_them._He didn't_understand any English, nor did he care_to try_to figure out what the Americans_wanted. He slopped down_a_pile of prissy looking French food_and made it look as unappetizing_as possible.

"Lovely," Reizvolle smarmed, "I_see_you_already made an impression."

"Don't eat_the soufflé," Jim suggested, "Trust me_on that."

"So what_do we talk about?" Jack wondered, "I_mean_we're all sitting here at a_table_covered with disgusting food and on_opposite_sides_of the game here. There_is no reason for this scene_to exist."

"We will get what we