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Chapter 4 Paris, Part 1

"The meal was Magnifique!" Marie gushed. "I have never eaten zo well." She shook Ron and Kim's hands.

"I agree whole-heartedly," Henri said, patting his stomach. "I've traveled the world and I have never had a meal so delicious. And to think, you threw it together using only the items found in the plane's galley. Amazing!"

Ron blushed. "Hey, it's no big. I'm happy you enjoyed it." His goofy grin spread, replacing the blush.

Henri shook Ron's hand. "Well if you ever need a ride, you got it. As long as you can whip something up on the way." Henri winked and gave Ron a playful punch on the arm.

Ron rubbed the spot on his arm and weakly spouted, "Thanks."

Kim and Ron deplaned and walked to the terminal. Ron winced when they got to the door. "Can I just say, OUCH!"

"Come on Ron. It was just a little punch on the arm. It couldn't hurt that much," Kim said in disbelief.

"Uh, KP. I didn't want to say anything," Ron said, still rubbing his arm, "but you need to trim your fingernails."

"My fingernails?"

"Yeah. You dug your nails into my arm when I was playing with one of your..." Ron blushed, "buttons." He rolled up the sleeve of his jersey and showed her the red indentations on his arm.

"Oh," Kim giggled. "Sorry about that." She lightly kissed the damaged area. "I was kinda out of my mind for a while there. Carried away, if you know what I mean."

Ron's blush deepened, but with a huge smile. "I know, I was there and caused it."

"Yes you were," Kim purred and hugged one of his arms. She whispered in his ear, "And I can't wait til you do it again." They kissed gently then continued to the luggage carrousel.

As they gathered their bags a big man in a blue suit approached. "Team Possible?" He extended his hand.

Kim turned. "Yes we are." She took his hand. "And you are..."

"My name iz Paul Garde. I am ze head of Security for the Louvre Museum." He shook Ron's hand. "It iz a pleasure to meet you. Your reputation iz impeccable."

Ron beamed. "My reputation? Again?"

Kim sighed. "I think he means Team Possible's reputation, Ron. Not your cooking abilities!" She slapped the back of his head.

"Ow, oh. Sorry."

Kim turned to their contact. "So, what's on the agenda?"

"I am to take you to ze museum and send your luggage on to ze Hotel Le Claudette. It iz a five star hotel only a few blocks from ze museum."

"Great!" Kim enthused. "Let's get started!"

Two hours later, Paul Garde, Kim and Ron stood in the Security Control Center of the Louvre. "Zo, we have backup power for our backup power supply. And zat iz the security for the museum. Do you have any comments or suggestions?" Monsieur Garde asked.

"Dude," Ron said thoughtfully. "I think you got it tight."

The French Security Chief looked at Ron then turned to Kim. "I think he means," Kim interpreted, "you have all the bases covered, and I agree. The measures you've taken are the best we've seen. You even have the ventilation ducts wired. That's the way we usual gain entry," she confided.

The Frenchman beamed. "I know. I've studied your missions and learned from you."

"You've studied our missions?" Kim puzzled.

"Oui. As the saying goes, 'You learn from ze best and you can't go wrong.' You are ze best!" Paul stated, matter-of-factly. "As it iz, I know of quite a few companies that would hire you right now to design their security systems."

Kim and Ron both blushed. A thought suddenly came to Kim. "Ah, if you don't mind me asking, are you really French?"

"Wha?" both the Security Chief and Ron chimed.

"Jinx, you owe me a soda," Paul Garde said in a standard, American Mid-West voice.

"Oh, Man! Even here!" Ron slapped his forehead with an open hand.

Paul turned to Kim. "What gave me away?"

Kim smiled a little smile. "I noticed earlier, you're faux French accent lapses every once in a great while. But why the ruse?"

Paul blushed. "Well, it's what most people expect when dealing with a person working here. Like they say, 'When in Paris...'"

"Speak like a Parisian?" Ron concluded.

Paul shot Ron a smile. "Exactamundo! I speak seven languages and can fake a dozen more accents. I'm originally from just outside Middleton." A sly smile crossed his face. "As a matter of fact, I went to college with Ron's parents."

"No Way!" Both Kim and Ron roared.

A few seconds passed quietly. "But what about the jinx?" Paul asked.

"What?" Ron pondered. "Oh dude, we are so passed that. Kim was so far ahead of me on the sodas count, we decided I'd always buy em." Everyone laughed.

Kim turned to Ron. "We should probably take a look around the museum." She yawned. "But jet lag is catching up with me. I also want to take a shower. The shower stall on the plane was so small." She gave Ron a sly wink. Ron turned away to hide his red face from their host.

Paul smiled. "It was a long ride so maybe you'd like to go to the hotel and rest before you take the grand tour. We do have a couple of days until the thief is suppose to strike so why don't you can take the rest of the day off and come back tomorrow. We will provide you with a tour guide, and I know just the person." He turned to the security console. "I have a few things to take care of right now, but the car will be waiting outside by the time you get to the front doors." He turned back and shook their hands.

"Please and thank you," Kim and Ron said in unison.