A/N Dang, that previous chapter...
Francis: Honhonhonh, things are heating up, aren't they?
Arthur: Aren't you at all worried about Monsieur Galle?
Francis: Non, australia831 wouldn't hurt that poor man.
Australia831:...
Francis:...
Arthur:...
Australia831:Nah, just kidding. I'm not violent.
Arthur:?
Australia831: ...most of the time.
Arthur: Anyway, here's the next chapter.
After playing games, talking, watching television, and killing time for hours, the travelers finally heard a knock on the door of Arthur and Francis' room at six. Francis looked through the peephole and saw that it was Monsieur Galle. Francis opened the door and gasped at his condition. He looked very tired, had scratches on his face, and his suit had several rips.
"Monsieur, what has happened to you?"
"I was chased by a few cars, and they knocked the car I was driving off the road. My phone has flown out the window, so I could not call you, Monsieur Bonnefoy. I took the car and got it fixed up, so it is less broken now. I left it parked outside the hotel."
"I am so sorry for the trouble you encountered! I will pay you back for the mechanic bill and help you with your medical payments."
"Non, you don't have to-."
"I am very thankful for you to have kept the car safe, and kept yourself safe as well, so I will help you, my friend. Please except this. After all, I was the one who sent you to bring the car."
"...Merci beaucoup, Monsieur."
"De rien." Monsieur Galle handed Francis back the car keys and left. Everyone else was shocked, having had listened to the conversation.
"I need to get the files now," Emily said.
"I'm coming," Arthur said. "The members of the USC might already be there, and I won't allow you to get captured!"
"I won't allow it!" Emily blinked. It was the echo of a memory. What did she remember that from? "Okay, but let's hurry," she said to him.
The two quickly took the elevator down and jogged to the doors. Emily peeked outside. It seemed no one was around. "Wait here," she whispered to Arthur.
"Why?" he asked.
"If we both are taken, who's gonna warn the others?"
"...I suppose..."
Emily walked out the doors before Arthur had a chance to change his mind. Inside, she was actually scared to death, but she wasn't about to let Arthur know that. She put her brave face on and confidently strode over to the car. She unlocked it and hauled the files out, ignoring the thought that it would be easier to take two trips. She came back and gave half the stack to Arthur. "Mission accomplished!"
"We have to close the trunk and lock the car, though."
Emily looked back and groaned when she saw he was right. She dumped her stack into Arthur's arms and ran back out, quickly performing the tasks. Before she reached the door to the hotel, she glanced back and her heart skipped a beat. She had seen a man in a black suit and sunglasses vanish behind a hedgerow. She was certain he was part of the USC. Emily rushed back inside and told Arthur what she had seen.
"We need to go and tell the others now," Arthur said solemly.
Emily took her half of the stack back and they rushed back into the elevator.
"Subject A has entered the building. I repeat, subject A has entered the building," a man in a black suit and sunglasses said into a walkie-talkie. "At this time, there has been no sighting of subject P, subject E, or target E."
"Do you need backup?" a deep voice asked.
"Yes, at least two men for each subject or target.
"On our way." The man smiled and hooked the walkie-talkie back on his belt. He had almost been seen by subject A, but he believed he had ducked behind a hedge in time to avoid her gaze.
He had first heard about subject E going missing from America, apparently fleeing to Canada according to a note left on her window. Troops were searching there until he got a call from the assigned guardian of subject A, Patricia, saying that she had sent the runaways subject A, subject E, and target E flocking to Jacob Rayne's house where he was supposed to catch them. Of course, Jacob defended that Patricia had called him basically as the subjects and target were making their get away with subject P. Obviously, the man believed Jacob's story. He didn't like Patricia, either. He didn't think anyone really liked Patricia.
Anyway, the USC had reported the car they had made their escape in to be Patricia's and they tracked it to Paris. They had almost cut it off,but it had veered off into an alley. A long chase followed, ending with one of the USC's cars finally knocking the targeted car off the road. Surprisingly, when the troops came looking, the car was gone. The tire tracks led onto a little known road, where the car had evidently driven away. That had been a huge failure. Some had gotten fired for that mistake.
Fortunately, the car had been tracked once again heading to the hotel where the man was standing near. The man, being the leader of the troops in France, came to check it out. As he got there, he saw subject A come out of the building and shut the trunk of the car. He assumed two things: that the subject had just gotten something out of the trunk, possibly something essential to keeping the operation a secret, and that the other subjects and target were also in the building. That was when he had called for backup.
The man hoped desperately that the subjects hadn't figured out what they were. If so, his boss would kill him. Literally.
The man shuddered and shoved his hands in his pockets. All he had to do was wait patiently until backup came.
Then we'll get them back. There's nowhere to run.
Emily burst into room 109B and shouted, "Guys, we have company!"
"What do you mean?" Maria asked.
"She means that the USC has found us." Arthur answered for her. "They are outside the hotel."
"Where are we going to go?" Alice asked. "We obviously can't go out through the lobby."
"I know!" cried Francis.
"Of course you do," said Arthur.
"The roof! You can just call someone to pick you up from the roof!"
"Pick us up from the roof? Who would pick us up from the-, oh."
"Go, I'll distract them!"
"Why? Can't you come with us?" Maria asked.
"No, I must help you escape."
"Don't you have anything to fight with?" Emily said.
"Honhon, I happen to have a little sword with me."
"Awesome! Let's so then!" cried Maria.
"Keep them safe," Francis said seriously to Arthur.
"I will," he answered.
Arthur, Emily, Maria, and Alice started running down the hall in the direction of the roof exit.
Emily called over her shoulder, "Don't attack until you see the whites of their eyes!"
"Did you just quote American history?" Alice asked incredulously.
"I guess so!"
The four reached the ladder and climbed up onto the roof.
"Now what?" Alice asked.
"I'm calling someone to come help us," Arthur said.
"Who is it?"
"Alfred F. Jones."