Chapter Three

Café Metro

I awoke the next day my head hurt a little but I was determined not to stay here, sooner or later I would be spotted. So I stepped outside of the train carriage and observed by surroundings. I had tried to last night but it was too dark, now it was clearer.

On my right their was a homeless person standing, he was warming his hands over an open bon fire. I walked over and noticed that he wasn't warming his hands, he was trying to cook a piece of steak over the fire, he also had a loyal dog lying next to him.

"Hello, is this your pitch," I asked in a serious tone.

"All of Paris is my pitch, what do you want," the man replied.

"I'm looking for a man," I explained until I was rudely interrupted by him saying to look no further, "This is a particular man, name of Bouchard."

"Nope never heard of him," he shot back at me.

"Not even for spare change."

"Ok, I don't know but I know people who do know. An elderly man who sits at the park, he know where Bouchard is, apparently. Now where is my spare change," he said.

"I never said I had any," I replied and walked off.

Now one of my many question was how was I going to get out of here. A door on my right answered that question. It had stairs leading to the road above. When I was at the top I met a young French women, she seemed nice.

"Hi, could I asked you something. You seem like the type of person who would know," I exclaimed.

"Move along cherry you make the place look crowded," the woman answered.

"Don't worry, we're not exactly in the same class," I assured her.

"What is you want, I am busy."

"I'm looking for a man, named Bouchard, have you heard of him," I asked.

We talked for a little while, I was writing down everything in the notebook Carvier had given me. Before we were done she told me her name was Janice, I said goodbye and then walked off, reviewing my notes.

Bouchard used to own the club Le Serpent Rouge until his people started dying in mysterious ways. So many people died on the job horribly, so he moved premises and closed the club down.

There was one survivor who did know where Bouchard was keeping low. His name was Pierre, he was now working at Café Metro located in Palace de Arcade.

By now you are probably wondering why I was looking for a man named Bouchard. Well, a week before Werner died he met with Bouchard, wanting some weapons and passes into the Lourve. This was his last link before he talked to me at his apartment. Now I had to find this man and get all the information I could and maybe even the same package deal.

So I headed up a lonely street, no one seemed to be out at this time of day, maybe because of the Monstrum. When I reached the end their was a couple of shops. The one I wanted was Café Metro.

Inside the café their was a man standing at the counter wiping coffee mugs and a heap of empty tables. It didn't seem like it was the most popular place at the moment.

"Hello, can I get you something, maybe coffee," the man asked me.

"Are you Pierre," I asked and he nodded back, "I need your help, I want you to direct me to Bouchard. Can you do that."

"Whoa, that's dangerous information your asking for," Pierre said trying to hush my voice down.

"I'm a dangerous girl, and right now I'm losing patience," I said with a stern tone in my voice.

"Ok, but everyone wants something for nothing," he said. I explained that it didn't need to be for nothing, they could trade. "Well there is one thing. Where I used to work I kept a trinket box in one of the stage lights, the one that doesn't work. You see I never got to collect it and it had valuable items in it. Here's the keys to the back entrance of the Le Serpent Rouge."

I headed off feeling satisfied, I wasn't expecting to this done without having to do something but this was a bit more than I expected. I was going to have to jump great limits and perform great stealth to get past the guards that lurked inside the night club.

When I reached the door I inserted the key and turned it. The door clicked and I entered. It was a little broken down inside but what could I expect, I mean a night club that hadn't been in business for at least three months now.