A/N: I know this is short but I'm a little stuck thanks to my old friend writers block. I hope you are enjoying the story. Thanks for reading and please review.

Three drinks, for Kate only of course, and about two hours of dancing later the girls stumbled out of the door into the afternoon light in the Paris back alleys.

"Which way is home?" Kate slurred

"Come on." Colette grabbed her hand and they started back the way they came, it was good she knew the way well enough to do it half drunk.

"Kate!" a gruff voice demanded from behind and both women spun around less than gracefully.

"Me?" Kate pointed at herself clumsily.

"You know Richard, yes?" his accent was thick

"Who are you?" Kate was sobering at an unprecedented rate. Perhaps fear did that to you. She held onto her handbag for dear life, hoping that if she clutched it hard enough she would stop shaking.

"I am your contact." There was a smile in his voice that was nothing short of sinister. But not in the stereotypical way, this was the type of sinister that convinced Kate that they would die here and now even if they did everything right.

"Kate do you know this man." Colette said under her breath.