Paris, France; probably most widely known as the 'City of Love'. Its romantic site attractions and French being a romantic language, it's a popular hotspot for newlyweds on their honeymoon or couples celebrating their anniversaries. It was also a well known place for villains and criminals to plan out new schemes and ways to take down the British Intelligence Agency...especially one person in particular.
A man known as François Prudhomme was in his headquarters plotting some twisted scheme and discussing matters to a colleague over the phone. His feet propped up onto his desk surface leaning back in his leather chair comfortably, he continued listening to his colleague and tell him the details of his plan.
"So, as I was saying, the plan consists of many small details that I can't go into without revealing everything. You know how those things go...some things just have to remain confidential in this business, you know what I mean?" Prudhomme remarked.
The person on the other line of the phone responded with something, making Prudhomme laugh hardy.
"Oh, you get me so well, don't you, buddy ol' pal."
Prudhomme was about to go on, when two of his associates knocked on his office door, standing in the doorway. They patiently waited to see whether or not their boss would acknowledge them to step forward or not.
Both associates were in suits and ties that fitted them nicely and secure. They had, along with their apparel, were black gangster hats and gun holders attached to their shiny black belts. Both showed no emotions whatsoever on their pasty faces. Both held firm, undetectable motions, locking their emotions away in a black hole of no return.
Prudhomme frowned and grew silent for a brief moment, before speaking, again.
"I'll have to call you back; something's come up." Prudhomme finally spoke.
The person said something.
"Yep, bye,"
Without another word, Prudhomme hung up the phone and stared at it blankly for several seconds before snapping his eyes up to his two associates.
"I'm assuming the search was a fail, gentlemen?" Prudhomme questioned, less than pleasant.
"Negative, Prudhomme," The taller gentlemen answered.
"We've searched every speck of this city and no sign whatsoever." The shorter of the two answered.
"And still no trace of him," The first one added on.
"Men, I have things to do, big plans ahead of us; I do not like obstacles interfering with those propositions." Prudhomme spoke, coldly. He rose from his desk and stood staring down at his two associates while saying so.
"We understand," One associate spoke.
"I don't believe that regardless," Prudhomme commented.
"You wanna try looking for him; it's like trying to locate a needle in a haystack." Another associate answered.
"Are you back talking me?" Prudhomme snarled.
"Nothing of the sort, Prudhomme." The associate remarked, appalled.
"It's just mere impossible to find him, Prudhomme. For all we know, he could be anywhere." The other associate commented.
Prudhomme snapped his head back at the two from looking out his window.
"I will not have him foil my plot for world domination, do I make myself clear?" Prudhomme hissed.
Both associates nodded understanding their leader completely.
Prudhomme gave a wicked smile.
"Good...glad we could come to terms with that." Prudhomme answered.
As Prudhomme sat down back at his desk, one of the associates asked him a question.
"So...what do you plan on doing about it?"
Prudhomme shot a look back up at his two associates before him.
"What do you mean by that?" Prudhomme questioned.
"How do you plan on stopping him from interfering with your plans, if we can't even locate him?"
"Surely he's got backup and plotting something to bring us down at this very moment."
"You boys don't worry about it one bit; I'll handle him my own way in my own time...on my own terms." Prudhomme answered.
"You think you'll get away with it?" One associate asked.
"You've seen what he's capable of, sir." The other one added.
"Don't worry...after I'm done with him, those British scum better have someone in mind of being the next 007. Mr. Bond doesn't stand a chance against me." Prudhomme scowled.
The two associates smiled wickedly and nodded, walking out of their boss's office. Prudhomme was left to himself wandering around in his own twisted mind of what he had exactly planned out for the beloved, well known, most respected 00 agent out of the British Intelligence Agency.