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May-6-2007 05:35

Paris, the City of Light, a city with 2500 years of history. A city with streets lined with cafes, a sprawling metropolis home to the decade’s best writers. The home to the Eiffel tower, Arc de Triomphe the cancan, the Moulin rouge and absinthe. But it is also home to the catacombs and the world’s most advanced sewer system and a world of crime so large that only a few can fully appreciates its magnitude.

May-6-2007 05:36

Yoyo leaned over the rail in shock, he saw the man hit the ground, a cloud of dust envelope him. Immediately people started pointing from where Chaule had jumped. ‘S****!’ Yoyo swore. Yoyo started to climb to the top of the Eiffel tower at break neck speed. Night was starting to take hold of the city and Yoyo could see men with flashlights climbing to the platform. At the end of the stairs there was a locked gate after getting past it Yoyo was promptly met by a guard. Yoyo karate chopped him in the neck, knocking the man unconscious immediately. Yoyo hid him behind the gate he had passed through.

He straightened out his suit and walked calmly over to the café. He sat at table seven as instructed and within a minute a man sat down opposite him. He was large, mid thirties and had brown hair. ‘Well done Mr. Yoyo, you are more capable than you look. I will have to be quick. Here are the plates, the man handed him some metal prints they contain everything you need to know, do NOT lose them. Do I make myself clear?’ It wasn’t a question. ‘I do believe Chaule gave you the talk on loyalty like I told him to’ Yoyo nodded ‘Good, because Mr. Yoyo, Chaule chose the better of two punishments by jumping off the tower. I will see you below Mr. Yoyo, the unnamed man turned around to leave the café, Yoyo saw him enter the lift through a window.

Yoyo stuffed the prints into his shoulder bag. On him right now was the key to the French underworld, quite literally. Yoyo quickly stood up and walked to the lift, making sure he wasn’t followed, if he was caught with these prints he would be sent to jail and then he was sure he would have to meet the same fate as Chaule as well.

Back at Yoyo’s hotel he examined the metal prints. He needed ink; he took the ink bottle from his bag and covered each with the black substance. And then he pressed the prints onto sheets of paper. Yoyo was surprised at the amazing detail of the print and the secrets they unveiled.

Cont.

May-6-2007 05:36

Yoyo stuffed the paper into his shoulder bag. Yoyo started to collect all his gear and put it in his bag or wore it. Yoyo put on his leather long jacket and hat, checked out and then exited the hotel…

May-10-2007 11:28

Amanda walked down the street. She had just returned for Shanghai. She saw a man in a long leather jacket walk down the street, he looked famililer. Where had she seen him? She remembered. Shanghai, a couple months ago. She had seen him at the race tracks. She called out to him and walked over.

``I:m Amanda Woods, were you in Shanghai a few months back? I think I saw you at the race track. What do you think of Paris? Its my hometown when I:m not in Dehli.``