When Gull disappeared in a cloud of smoke it was with the help of a trap door and a ramp. The problem is, he didn't expect smoke to get in his eyes. He fell over the side of the ramp and sprained his ankle.
"God damn it." He says as the smoke clears. Standing before him are two police officers and Henri Ange, who says "Bienvenue, monsieur."
"Enchanté" Replies Gull.
"Tu es invité à notre prison parisienne"
"Prison? Mais, non, monsieur. J'ai un autre rendez-vous."
"Oui." Ange says, "A rendez-vous with fate. Vous Sort."
"My fate? My fate is what I say it is."
"Peut être. Perhaps."
Gull pulls out a blade, grabs the policeman to his left, and holds it to his throat.
"Mon sort. My fate."
