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13.

As Mathieu still tried to process all the information Lena had given to him, and she was still looking at him with a very cheeky smile on her face, the door opened, and a tall man in a designer suit walked in, throwing his suitcase on the table, directly between Lena and the pilot.

"What are the accusations?" he demanded, looking the woman straight into the eyes.

Lena got up slowly and extended her hand. The look on her face instantly caused the temperature in the room to drop to icy cold. „Lena Baker. We have very sensitive information that leads us to the conclusion that Mr. Perontier is concealing important knowledge regarding national security," she explained vaguely.

"What are the accusations?" the man demanded as he walked around the table, completely unaffected by her expression.

The young woman turned around, trying to signal her colleagues behind the thick glass to tell her what was going on and how in the world this man had found out where Mathieu was.

"He's his attorney," the voice whispered into her ear. "There is nothing we can do at the moment to keep the suspect locked up."

"Who are you to interrupt me in the middle of my interviewing process?" Lena spat, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned back to face the man in the suit.

Opening his briefcase, he grabbed a business card and handed it over to the woman. "My name is Colby Smith and I am Mister Perontier's lawyer."

"That's fantastic," Lena replied as she rolled her eyes. "He will stay in custody until we have found out what he knows nevertheless."

"I don't think so," the advocate replied as he lifted his hand, asking Matthieu to get up and follow him.

They walked out of the door, closely followed by Lena. „You have no right to take the suspect with you. This is a matter of national security and therefore Mr. Perontier has to stay locked up within this facility," she tried to hold them back.

Colby Smith turned around. "You have no evidence for the allegations against my client. Have a nice day Miss Baker."

Watching them walking away, Lena grabbed her cell phone. "I need a team to follow Mr. Perontier. Now!"

Outside, a Queen Industries limo waited for the lawyer and his client. Mathieu got into the car, where Oliver was already waiting for him and nodding to Colby Smith, that he was allowed to go.

"Nice one!" Mathieu said, smiling and taking the whiskey Oliver was just handing him over.

"Yeah that tracker in your wrist-watch really saved the day."

"Why is the acting CEO from Luthorcorp working for the NSA?" Mathieu asked after he had emptied the glass in one big gulp.

Oliver lifted his hand and rubbed it over his face. The last twenty-four hours had come very close to his definition of a living nightmare. "I've got no idea, but I will find out!" he replied as he grabbed a suitcase and handed it to Mathieu.

"What's that?" the pilot asked.

"I need you to go to Paris," Oliver explained.

Blinking in disbelief, Mathieu said. "Paris?"

"Yes. I will fill you in on our way to the airport. For now, I need you to tell me exactly why Mercy took you?"

Mathieu slipped out of his clothes and into the ones Oliver had brought for him. "She asked me about the heroes. She wanted me to reveal their true identities."

Oliver looked up, alarmed. "How did she know that you have a connection to us?"

"I asked her that too. She said that I was just a hunch and that she also had Clark in mind. Oliver, this woman is extremely dangerous and in the possession of knowledge that can expose every single one of you," Mathieu said shattered.

"Yes, Mercy is very dangerous. No news to me," Oliver realized with a croaky laugh as his driver signaled him that they were being followed. "And very clingy, too."

Mathieu turned around, surprised. "We've already got company?"

Nodding, Oliver smiled. "I'll take care of them. You go to the airport. Your plane will leave in an hour." Nodding to his driver to let him get off, he grabbed Mathieu's hand. „Good luck buddy, we need all the help we can get."

Holding back Oliver as he began to step out of the car, Mathieu said, "Lena won't give up and be on my heels with every step I do."

The playboy billionaire's mouth morphed into a cheeky smile. "I'm sure you can handle her Romeo!"

Rolling his eyes, Mathieu got more serious. "She told me that Clark's been missing for more than twelve hours. What is going on?"

Oliver's expression made his pilot gasp. "Mathieu, there is something I need to tell you."