Chapter 10! Are you guys excited….cuz I am! Thanks to all of you who reviewed the last chapter, it means a lot to me! Well, shall we head to Paris?

Alex's POV:

When I woke up, it took me a few seconds to remember why my muscles were so stiff and cramped and why it seemed like I was moving. Straightening up I looked at Cammie, "Do you me to drive for awhile?"

"That's okay, I think I can drive the last three miles."

I grinned sheepishly, "I said you could wake someone if you got tired."

"I was fine, so where are we going in Paris?" She glanced at me as we made our way into the still sleeping city, it was just after 4 a.m.

"We're meeting a Jean Lefèvre at 7 in a café called Le Baiser Rouge, he's going to be giving us directions for the next leg of the journey."

"'The Red Kiss', that's a strange name for a café…and Jean Lefèvre, what a fake name."

I nodded, "It's like John Smith in English."

Cammie opened her mouth to say something but a mumbled curse came from the back seat as Bex sat up and hit her head, "Where are we?"

"The City of Light, Paris, France," Cammie smiled into the rear view mirror.

"Weren't you driving when we left Le Havre?" She questioned Cammie.

"Yea."

"God Alex, don't the teach manners at you school?" Bex asked as she dug through her bag for something.

"I told her she could wake one of us when she got tired, but she didn't."

"Guys, can we please find somewhere to sleep for a few hours? I'm really beat." Cammie said as she slowly drove in to the city.

"I know a place we can get a couple rooms for the day." Bex spoke up from the back.

"Don't just sit there, I need directions!" Cammie yelled.

Cammie's POV:

After Bex got us lost, not once, not twice, but three times we arrived at a sweet little 'Bed and Breakfast'…I don't know what they're called in France, but that's basically what it is. We each had our own room, and get this, all the rooms had different themes from French history, it was pretty cool, I wish that I could have looked around some more but as soon as I got my room I took a quick shower and went to bed.

I was rudely awakened around 6:30 by Bex who, as usual, was way too wide a awake, "Time to get up Cammie!"

"Go away…"

"Cameron Ann Morgan, you will get out of bed in the next 5 seconds or else…" Uh-Oh, I rolled out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom, "That's a good girl."

I mumbled something about pigs in German and slowly brushed my teeth. When I got back to my room Bex was nowhere in sight, groggily I pulled the jeans I wore yesterday and a thick gray and red cardigan sweater.

I packed my toiletries and slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed next door, "Hey are you ready?" Bex asked as she looked up from the mirror where she was doing her makeup.

"Yep."

"Let's go find Alex then."

-20 Minutes—

"Paris is lovely in December," Bex said as we strolled down the quiet Paris streets, on the way to Le Baiser Rouge.

"It is, but I like it better in the spring," Alex commented as we headed down a small alleyway.

"True, the temperature is better but-" Bex stared.

"I hate to interrupt this lively conversation but I think we have a tail." I said causally.

"I see, I do see, how about I take we split up, Cam, you stay with Alex." I gave a slight nod and Bex turned left at the cross walk, Alex and I continued forward.

"He's still back there," Alex said as he looked into a store window.

"Crap, we should spilt up, he's after me." I said as I looked around for a good place to hide and ambush the man.

"All the reason not to split up, besides, I'm not allow to let you out of my sight."

I snorted, "Not a very good reason Alex…Do you really think that I care what MI6 says?"

"No, I know you don't care, but you should-" Alex started.

"Don't tell me what to do." I said evenly, although the venom still came across.

"I'm not scared of you." Alex laughed.

As a small café with a large red lipstick mark came into view I spun toward him and hissed, "You should be."

Bex's POV:

When I split from Alex and Cammie, I knew two things about the man following us, 1: he was an amateur, he was really sloppy, therefore he hadn't been following people very long, and 2: he wasn't going to turn after me; he was going to keep eyes on Cammie.

I waited until he had passed before I started to follow him. Another thing that proved he was an amateur, he never looked behind him. The café where we were going to meet our contact was just in front of us when the man did a 180 and walked quickly past me…what the…Then I saw Cam and Alex standing in the middle of the sidewalk, obviously having a heated conversation.

"You guys, let's not make a seen," I growled as I stared them toward the café.

Once we had ordered and got a table I glared between them, "What the bloody hell were you two doing out there? We don't need any added attention here people."

Neither of them had an answered but before I could push the subject a man sat down at our table. I was just about to ask him what he was doing when he looked up and I was string into the familiar eyes of Grant Newman.

Cammie's POV:

I so hate Alex Rider…just FYI.

When the man sat down at our table, my muscles automatically… And when he looked up I almost spit out my coffee. Grant, we hadn't seen him since the Blackthorne exchange.

"It's a lovely for a taxi ride to the zoo, I heard that the British chameleons are quite the sight." Grant said in French.

To someone who didn't know anything about us, that would have made no sense at all, but since you probably know about us you may or may not have guessed that was a code identifying us: a taxi RIDE (Alex Rider), the British (Bex), and the Chameleons (me).

Bex smiled and answered in perfect French, "Yes, a ride to see the British chameleons would be very…interesting."

Grant glanced behind him and said quietly in English, "You three are to finish your coffee then leave. Turn left on the next street and you'll see a jewelry stand, there will be a truck idling behind it. Get into the back, the truck will leave at 7:45 on the dot…if you're not there, they won't hesitate to leave without you," Grant paused and extracted a thin manila envelope from his jacket and slid across the table to Rider, "Read this along the way, it will give you directions for your next step."

Alex put the envelope into his jacket as grant looked at his watch and smiled, "Alas, I have a train to catch my friends, I must take my leave."

"When will we have the pleasure of your company again?" Bex asked as Grant stood up.

"Have a faithful Christmas." Grant smiled fondly at Bex.

She nodded and sadly watched him as he hurriedly left the café. We finished our coffee in silence then headed to the vegetable stand. The street was surprisingly busy for 7:35 am on a Thursday.

The jewelry stand was easy enough to spot, it was painted a bright purple, with shiny gems laid out to catch the sun. The truck behind the jewelry cart looked like an old World War II Army truck; it had a tall green tarp like covering and the body was also painted a boring army green color. We meandered around and covertly slipped into the truck. At exactly 7:45 the truck started and we were on our way to… "Belgium!" Bex whisper/yelled excitedly.

Oh joy, I've always wanted to see the world…from the back of an ancient army truck…in December…without any heat…with a really smart mouthed boy…and my best friend. Somebody bring out the Christmas carols, cause this is going to be one heck of a road trip.

Hey! Thanks for reading…I don't think that this chapter is very good but I'd really like it if you would review and tell me what YOU think!

Thanks, Agent Striker

P.S. I made up the café name because Paris is 'the city of lovers' and I got the name and translation from Google translate!

Striker!