"Am I interrupting something?" Lady Jaye asked, leaning against the doorframe with her arms cross.
Shockwave and Agent O' Donnell jerked back, resulting in Shockwave flipping over backwards as his chair tipped over.
"Dammit, Jaye..." he cursed, rubbing the spot where his head hi the floor.
"Cat, were you hitting on my partner?" Jaye asked.
"Cat?" Shockwave asked, sitting up where he fell.
"Her CIA codename. Black Cat." Jaye replied.
"Codename, eh? Weren't you just making fun of us Joes for having codename?" Shockwave smirked at Cat as he rose.
Cat smirked back at him.
"What did ye find out, Jaye?" she asked.
"Not much, Cat. The contact only took me to a middleman. The real meeting is set for noon, tomorrow in Paris.
"Who is the meeting with?" Shockwave asked.
"The person I believed tonight's meeting was with: the Baroness DeCobray."
"DeCobray!?" Cat and Shockwave both shouted. "She's tha bloody enemy!" Cat added.
"Not according to recent intel. Following the Cobra Island Civil War, DeCobray and Destro have severed ties with Cobra and returned to Europe, focusing their attention back on MARS." Jaye replied. She paused and sniffed the air. "Okay, where's the coffee? That sludge in the restaurant could fuel a Skystriker."
"Here." Shockwave offered a fresh mug of coffee and then refilled Cat's cup, then his own. "So what exactly is the point of this assignment, Jaye? You've never given me full details."
"I'm sorry, but until the meeting tomorrow, I can't tell you. You'll learn everything tomorrow."
Shock looked to Cat, who just shrugged.
"Donnae look at me, Jas. I know as much as ye do."
Jaye sat down at the table and grabbed one of the apples from the fruit basket.
"Any word from the base about the intel photos you sent?" she asked Shockwave.
"Nothing much. Just that it would take longer than anticipated.
Sighing, Jaye replied "That's military for we have no fucking clue what is going on."
"So now what?"
"Now? Now I'm going to get into that Jacuzzi in the back and relax." Jaye replied, heading for the bedroom. Cat turned to look at Shockwave.
"Jas..."
"I'm going to check our gear, make sure it's ready for tomorrow." Shock replied.
"Of course..." she said to his back as he walked away...
..."I don't like this." Shockwave spoke as he looked out the window of the restaurant.
"What's not to like?" Jaye asked.
"Let me see...our contact is over 30 minutes late for the meeting. Not to mention that you set up the meeting in a restaurant at the top of the damned Eiffel Tower..."
"Ye donnae like the Eiffel tower?" Cat asked.
"If this is a trap, there are few places we can withdraw to." Shock replied.
"It will be okay." Jaye replied. Raising an eyebrow, Shockwave just shook his head and drank some of his coffee.
"Will you confirm that they are 31 minutes late?"
"Will ye stop worryin'." Cat sighed.
"There." Jaye spoke, motioning towards the elevator. Two men in black suits stepped off the elevator, followed by a woman dressed in a black Armani dress. Following them was two more men, dressed as the first pair.
"About time..." Shock muttered.
The woman sat at the table opposite Jaye. Her four bodyguards arrayed themselves around her in a loose defensive perimeter.
"Ms. Hart." The woman spoke, adjusting her glasses. "Forgive our tardiness. We were delayed by circumstances beyond our control."
"Understandable, Baroness. Now that you have arrived, shall we begin?"
"Of course."
"Cobra is financing a weapons dealer. This dealer has linked to the several terrorist organizations, as well as the IRA, Hamas, and the Iranians."
"Yes, I know. Destro has been attempting to have the man eliminated, but has so far been unsuccessful."
"We need a name." Jaye spoke.
"We do not know his real name. Only what his men call him."
"And that is?" Jaye asked. But before the Baroness could reply, a voice answered from the booth next to theirs.
"Oh, please allow me to introduce myself." The man spoke, keeping his back turned to them. Shockwave's eyes widened at the sound of the voice...
"I am Carlos Esteban. But many know me as..."
The man stood as a dozen armed men filed into the restaurant, weapons ready and aimed.
"...The Headman." The man said with a smile, tipping his fedora.
Shockwave and Agent O' Donnell jerked back, resulting in Shockwave flipping over backwards as his chair tipped over.
"Dammit, Jaye..." he cursed, rubbing the spot where his head hi the floor.
"Cat, were you hitting on my partner?" Jaye asked.
"Cat?" Shockwave asked, sitting up where he fell.
"Her CIA codename. Black Cat." Jaye replied.
"Codename, eh? Weren't you just making fun of us Joes for having codename?" Shockwave smirked at Cat as he rose.
Cat smirked back at him.
"What did ye find out, Jaye?" she asked.
"Not much, Cat. The contact only took me to a middleman. The real meeting is set for noon, tomorrow in Paris.
"Who is the meeting with?" Shockwave asked.
"The person I believed tonight's meeting was with: the Baroness DeCobray."
"DeCobray!?" Cat and Shockwave both shouted. "She's tha bloody enemy!" Cat added.
"Not according to recent intel. Following the Cobra Island Civil War, DeCobray and Destro have severed ties with Cobra and returned to Europe, focusing their attention back on MARS." Jaye replied. She paused and sniffed the air. "Okay, where's the coffee? That sludge in the restaurant could fuel a Skystriker."
"Here." Shockwave offered a fresh mug of coffee and then refilled Cat's cup, then his own. "So what exactly is the point of this assignment, Jaye? You've never given me full details."
"I'm sorry, but until the meeting tomorrow, I can't tell you. You'll learn everything tomorrow."
Shock looked to Cat, who just shrugged.
"Donnae look at me, Jas. I know as much as ye do."
Jaye sat down at the table and grabbed one of the apples from the fruit basket.
"Any word from the base about the intel photos you sent?" she asked Shockwave.
"Nothing much. Just that it would take longer than anticipated.
Sighing, Jaye replied "That's military for we have no fucking clue what is going on."
"So now what?"
"Now? Now I'm going to get into that Jacuzzi in the back and relax." Jaye replied, heading for the bedroom. Cat turned to look at Shockwave.
"Jas..."
"I'm going to check our gear, make sure it's ready for tomorrow." Shock replied.
"Of course..." she said to his back as he walked away...
..."I don't like this." Shockwave spoke as he looked out the window of the restaurant.
"What's not to like?" Jaye asked.
"Let me see...our contact is over 30 minutes late for the meeting. Not to mention that you set up the meeting in a restaurant at the top of the damned Eiffel Tower..."
"Ye donnae like the Eiffel tower?" Cat asked.
"If this is a trap, there are few places we can withdraw to." Shock replied.
"It will be okay." Jaye replied. Raising an eyebrow, Shockwave just shook his head and drank some of his coffee.
"Will you confirm that they are 31 minutes late?"
"Will ye stop worryin'." Cat sighed.
"There." Jaye spoke, motioning towards the elevator. Two men in black suits stepped off the elevator, followed by a woman dressed in a black Armani dress. Following them was two more men, dressed as the first pair.
"About time..." Shock muttered.
The woman sat at the table opposite Jaye. Her four bodyguards arrayed themselves around her in a loose defensive perimeter.
"Ms. Hart." The woman spoke, adjusting her glasses. "Forgive our tardiness. We were delayed by circumstances beyond our control."
"Understandable, Baroness. Now that you have arrived, shall we begin?"
"Of course."
"Cobra is financing a weapons dealer. This dealer has linked to the several terrorist organizations, as well as the IRA, Hamas, and the Iranians."
"Yes, I know. Destro has been attempting to have the man eliminated, but has so far been unsuccessful."
"We need a name." Jaye spoke.
"We do not know his real name. Only what his men call him."
"And that is?" Jaye asked. But before the Baroness could reply, a voice answered from the booth next to theirs.
"Oh, please allow me to introduce myself." The man spoke, keeping his back turned to them. Shockwave's eyes widened at the sound of the voice...
"I am Carlos Esteban. But many know me as..."
The man stood as a dozen armed men filed into the restaurant, weapons ready and aimed.
"...The Headman." The man said with a smile, tipping his fedora.
