Kurtis
Hmm… a trinket box…
I work for a man named Gunderson. My latest mission from him was to swap the contents of this box to make this woman fail to meet Bouchard. Hmm…clever, but would it work? I didn't know then. I got out of my seat in Café Metro, and Pierre waved to me, but I just ignored him.
I forced open the door to Le Serpent Rouge backstage. The place hadn't been cleaned for weeks. Bloodstains covered the floor, dirt covered the walls. No police. Making my job easy. I opened up a sliding door, and walked into the 'disco' room. I didn't turn the music on, because it would attract police. Looking up, my goal was most probably to get to the top. I climbed the stairs to a large light lift. I jumped to it and double jumped to the railing. Looking at the light rotator, I needed to rotate the lights to get the trinket box. Up ahead were the controls for the lights.
Inside, there was a switch to turn the lights on, and multiple switches to move the party lights. I pulled the switch. A screen on the circuit board showed that one of the lights was broken. I spun the lights around so the box was on the shelf inside the light on the platform. I climbed up a ladder and opened the cupboard. I opened up the box and swapped the solid gold watch inside it with some money I'd found on the ground. I grabbed my phone out and called Gunderson.
"Gunderson, I've got the box. Now let me go!"
"Ha ha ha. Not sure about that. I could have more use for you."
"No. You won't. Because the next time I see you, I swear I'm gonna-" I was cut off by Gunderson.
"Alright, fine. But Eckhardt won't be happy." Gunderson replied coldly.
"Eckhardt! You work for him! Oh you are so going to-" I was cut off yet again by some beeping, resembling that Gunderson had hung up.
Lara
I climbed out of the tunnels, hoping that there weren't any police around. I was right; thank goodness. I continued to Le Serpent Rouge, where the man that I'd met in Café Metro came out of the backstage entrance. What was he doing there? He got onto his motorcycle, performed burnouts, followed by speeding off into the distance. I realized now that it was late at night, meaning police were going to start coming out. I opened up the door to Le Serpent Rouge and walked in. The wind picked up and closed the door behind me. A policeman was in the hall room up ahead, and the switch to turn the lights off was next to me. I had an idea.
I stealthily walked over to the light switch, and turned them off. The policeman was coming. Phase 2 of my plan was to go into the room in front of me so the guard couldn't see me. He came over to turn the lights on, so I performed a stealth takedown. I made it into the room where he was guarding. It held a key and a Desert Ranger.
The disco room was very tall, so I guess, with my luck, that I had to climb it. But first, to get the lights moving, I had to turn on the hugely loud, police-attracting pop music! Woo-hoo! I went to the DJ booth and turned on the music, and, before I knew it, policemen were coming out from all doors. I pulled out my pistols, and killed them all. (I know, I know. Stupid thing to do. Killing people to prove myself from killing someone. Whatever.) I ran up the stairs and timed my jump to the elevating light platform. I jumped to the railing and vaulted over it. The control stall was up ahead, and a ladder went up to a cupboard, supposedly where I was meant to pick up the trinket box. I switched the lights around to get the trinket box. I picked it up, and wondered what was inside it. I exited through the rooftop entrance, and hoped that this was what Pierre wanted.
I decided to see what was inside Willowtree Herbalist. The owner there was nice, and he said I could buy all sorts of different medication herbs. I purchased Aloe Vera, astragalus and lots of barberry.
"Did you- Everything go okay?" Pierre asked.
"It's quiet in here. Your voice really carries." In stated in a sarcastic tone, but it was true. Aside from the Parisian music in the background, Pierre's voice bounced off all the walls.
"Don't mess me about."
"You were right about the place being staked out. There were police guards everywhere. No sign of the Monstrum though."
"You got it!" Pierre yelled.
"Now, a little matter of Bouchard's whereabouts." I said before Pierre could grab the box.
"Bouchard…yes…er…"
"You're not going to disappoint me are you? I don't think you want to see my dangerous side."
"No. It's just that someone else was asking for him just after you left."
"Asking for Bouchard?" I questioned, wondering why someone else would ask for him.
"Yes. The customer that was sitting in the corner, reading his paper. Naturally, I didn't tell him anything. But he may have overheard us."
"You know, you talk real loud," I raised my voice. "It's hard not to notice it."
"OK. OK. Take it easy. Are we going to deal?"
"Only if you behave…"
"Alright. Bouchard is lying low. But I do know someone who can show you where."
"You can trust them, this person you know?"
"Just about. Her name's Francine. She's my ex."
"Reassuring."
"This is her address and the code for the gate." Pierre gave me a small piece of paper.
"And she can point me to Bouchard? You're sure?"
"Oh, absolutely. She knows a discrete route to Bouchard's hideout."
"Discrete? Translation- dangerous."
"Nothing in Paris is safe. But this will get you where you need to go. Please." Pierre picked up the phone. He arranged for me to visit with Francine, and came back.
"It's arranged. She's expecting you."
"I hope this arrangement works out Pierre. I'd hate for you to be a personal problem that I'd have to come back and tidy up." With that, I walked out the door of Café Metro.