Hey guys. Sorry for the wait. So to make up for it I have decided to do two chapters in one day! Hope you enjoy!

It was raining, as usual. I climbed a ladder to more misery, because as soon as I jumped up to a wire, the police radio was making sound in my pocket.

"Call for air support!"

Oh no. Helicopter. Could it get any worse? I guess so. I dropped down onto a platform that I could either fall to my death or slide into despair. Hmm… Which one? A helicopter soon came into view. I slid down and hit the glass. It broke and I started bleeding. On the floor was another Vector R-35. Dual pistols… did I want to use them? They would give me bad memories but also good ones and lots of firepower. I made the decision. I grabbed the other one and holstered them both. I felt good. I opened the red door and descended a ladder. A barrel was on fire. That made me remember me destroying my home. Where was Winston? Was he okay? A blast interrupted my thoughts. It made the fence catch fire. I vaulted over a fence, and killed a Doberman. I was met with a dumpster with a large pipe going up. "What was that address?" I pulled out the piece of paper.

105 Rue Alphonse

I continued across the streets, as the helicopter couldn't find me.

I pressed a button on Mme Carvier's door.

"Who is it?" Came a voice from the speaker.

"Mademoiselle Carvier. It's Lara Croft. I need your help." Carvier opened the door. She had green studs in her ears and was wearing a brown coat and a blue long sleeve shirt under it. "Ms. Croft, I recognise you from photos and Werner's description. Come in."

"Thankyou." She walked me inside, and we stood by the fireplace.

"An evil night to be out alone Miss Croft our streets are not safe anymore."

"Mademoiselle Carvier I have just come from Werner's apartment."

"And how is Werner?"

"I'm afraid Werner…is dead."

"Dead?!"

"Yes and I don't have time to waste. I'm being chased all over Paris." I stated, trying to move it along.

"How was Werner killed?! What happened!?"

"It's all a bit vague. I arrived at his apartment today from London. He was babbling with fear." I explained.

"He said he'd tried to contact you."

"He did. I never expected that. Not after Egypt."

"Werner has been fearful his life. He accepted a commission five weeks ago. Since then he's been…acting strangely jumping at shadows. He even left a package here for safekeeping."

"Package?"

"His notebook. Addressed to you."

"Who was the commission from?" I asked.

"The clients name was Eckhardt. He wanted Werner to research something called the Obscura Paintings. Werner approached me at my department at the Louvre."

"Obscura Paintings?"

"Five fifteenth century images. Thought to be linked to alchemy and the dark arts."

"Were you able to help him?"

"A little I think. Poor Werner was clearly terrified!"

"Werner didn't scare easily."

"He felt he was being stalked."
"He could well have been. The Monstrum is running around Paris. According to the Press. You mentioned Werner's notebook earlier Mademoiselle?" I said.

"His field notebook. I was to give it to you if… anything happened to him."

"If he left his notebook, he was spooked."

"You still haven't explained what happened."

I didn't want to tell much to a stranger. "There was gunfire. That's all I can recall."

"Gunfire! Werner was shot! Did you kill him?"

"I can't remember. It's all a blur."

"Ms Croft, I strongly suggest that you talk to the police."

"I'm not going to waste any more time here! Do you have the notebook?"

"Yes. It's safe for the moment."

"Then I suggest you give it to me, now!"

"Somebody killed Werner. You say you don't remember clearly what happened. Perhaps the police are right in suspecting you."

"I never killed Werner!"

"I think you better leave Miss Croft!"

"What about the notebook?"

"I think not. Werner was unsure of you and so am I." Carvier started walking towards the door.

"Mademoiselle! What are you doing!?"

"I called the police. They should be here any minute!" She shut the door. I ran into the kitchen and searched all the drawers. Of course it was the last one I pick. Just my luck. I ran out to the white door in the hallway. I busted through it just as the police got into the apartment. I jumped out the window, and ran off away from the apartment.