Pierre walked around the business district of Paris. He scanned through windows at clothes or women trying them on. He pulled out a cigarette and lighted it. As he began smoking it, he continued walking along, he saw a pretty girl looking at something in a store window. Deciding to have a little fun, Pierre decided he'd hit on the girl, as James would. He approached her and stood besides her. He turned to face the window and looked at the dress the girl was admiring.
"Nice dress, there," Pierre commented.
The girl turned to him and gave a look of attraction.
"Well, aren't you a well, cleaned up man." She spoke, sincere.
Pierre chuckled.
"I get that a lot from women like you." Pierre answered, cunning.
"What happens to be your name?" She asked.
"Bond...James Bond,"
"Well, Mr. Bond, I wouldn't be surprised if you had yourself a good looking wife at your side."
"Oh, quite the contrary, ma'am; I am not in a relationship nor am I married."
"Well, how lucky am I, then."
Pierre looked at her smiling.
"I'm Andrea," Andrea answered.
"Nice to meet you, Andrea." Pierre answered.
"Can I buy you a drink, Mr. Bond?"
"I've got a better idea; how about I buy you a drink?"
"Oooooo; Mr. Bond, you do know how to treat a lady, don't you."
"I've had quite a bit of practice."
Andrea smiled, took Pierre's arm in her's, and the two of them walked off to a near by bar.
As Lulu was put down for her afternoon nap, Felix sat at the table messing with a bunch of his spy equipment, desperately trying to track down James and/or Prudhomme's layer. He assumed it was in the city, but as to where it was located, he had no leads. Wherever it was Prudhomme was hiding out and plotting his evil plans, it was very clever and keen. It was time to think outside of the box and put Felix's spy training to the test. In order to save his dear friend and Lulu's father, he had to think where would Prudhomme not want to hide someone or where it was mere impossibility to hide a layer and top secret agent of the British Intelligence Agency.
Felix continued messing with an antenna on his radar, when the door unlocked, and Pierre entered the hotel room. He threw his brief case besides the wall and walked over to Felix with a smile.
"Felix, did you have a nice day?" Pierre asked, kindly.
"It was normal...I guess," Felix answered, still messing with the antenna.
Pierre looked at the radar and gave a puzzled look.
"What do you got there, my good friend?" Pierre asked.
"Trying to fix this radar; if it can start up, I have a better chance at pinpointing Prudhomme, and his layer. Then we can stop him in his tracks from whatever it is he's planning on doing." Felix answered.
Pierre nodded, turned around, and mouth cursed. He needed to act quick, before Felix foiled him and found the real James, and his leader before he got his chance to complete his plan for world domination. He turned around, smiled, and walked back to Felix, again.
"You know what, Felix; instead of doing that, why don't we go out and get a couple of drinks?" Pierre questioned.
"Can't; someone's gotta stay here with Lulu."
"She can come with us,"
Felix stopped what he was doing, stood up, and looked Pierre right in the eye.
"We can't take your two year old daughter to go get drinks, James...you know that well enough." Felix stated.
"Keep her in eye view, she'll be fine." Pierre answered.
Felix fixed his stare on Pierre.
"I'm going back to my radar, James." Felix stated, softly.
Felix walked back over to his chair at the table, sat down, and continued messing with the radar's antenna.
"Alright, how about we go for a night car drive through the city; look at the sites and things." Pierre suggested.
Felix stopped and again looked up at Pierre.
"Why are you so insistent on doing something; aren't you concerned on finding Prudhomme, before he plots something evil and deadly against you?" Felix questioned.
"Oh, I'm not worried about Prudhomme; poor man probably has an illogical thought out plan that'll never work." Pierre commented, chuckling.
"You seem pretty confident with that statement."
"Oh, Felix; how many times have we taken down someone like this? It'll be just the same, this time around."
"I wouldn't be so sure of myself, James. We still can't find Prudhomme, nor do we know what he exactly plans on doing that involves getting rid of you."
"What if it were world domination?"
"What,"
"Just a thought,"
Felix sat thinking for a minute, as he continued to mess with the flimsy antenna.
"It could be an idea; would certainly explain the reason to get rid of you. You would never let something like that fly by." Felix answered.
"Correct you are, Felix," Pierre added.
"So, exactly how do you plan on finding Prudhomme, if my radar doesn't seem to be in your interests?"
"I say let him find us."
"You mean sit back and do nothing."
"Now you're thinking, Felix."
"In all my life knowing you, that has never been an option for you, James."
"Trying something new out, expanding my mind to new tactics."
Felix lay eyes on Pierre; he was growing more and more reasons to doubt that this was in fact his friend, James Bond. James would've been the first one to think of the radar tactic to track down Prudhomme's layer. Instead, he was no reluctant to such methods and throwing in the towel. The real James Bond did not give up so easily. He was always willing to fight to the finish of it all. He could be beaten repeatedly, shot in the arm, or even be ailing from the flu, but James would still fight until he won the battle.
"Whatever you say, James," Felix said, going along with it, anyways. He rose from his chair and grabbed his jacket. He walked over and picked up a sleeping Lulu in his arms. "Where do you wanna go, James?"
"Why don't the three of us go downstairs for dinner?" Pierre answered.
Felix nodded and followed Pierre out of the hotel room. When Pierre wasn't looking, Felix reached for something in his pocket and turned it on by the push of a button. It looked like a voice recorder...and that's exactly what it was.