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Whoever had chosen this kind of club music clearly had poor taste. The moment that Pierre Le Pew walked inside, he wanted to not spend a second inside. However, he had a meeting that he needed to attend to and one that was of great importance. Stoney and Bugsy were the gangsters of Acmetropolis who specialized in stealing weapons and the mineral Curium. They had done well for keeping their whereabouts a secret, especially now that the city was under the care of superheroes. Having heard of their occupation, Pierre assumed that they could obtain a certain mineral that he was looking for. One that would allow for him to transport from one place to another, especially for an area that he was in the process of finishing. It had been quite the intensive couple of weeks where both him and Fleur had to find uncontracted workers who were willing to do whatever they asked for a sum of money. It was no surprise to him that it had worked and that the arena was almost finished, however he didn't want to see how much money was left after all this investment. Keeping his thoughts away from the money, he smirked when he saw the two gangsters in the back of the room, waiting for him.

"Bonne soirée monsieurs," Pierre greeted them as he approached the table and looked from one gangster to the other, one of them being short and serious, Stoney, and the other tall and dazed, Bugsy. They were stoic in their expressions but he didn't feel at all intimidated by these men. He knew what he was walking into the moment that he decided to do business with them. "Let's make this nice and quick, have you gotten the minerals that I asked for?"

Stoney looked over at his partner and motioned to Pierre with his head. "Show 'im the bag," he said as he kept a tight hold of the cigarette in his teeth. Bugsy grabbed a bag and was about to present it to Pierre before Stoney pulled it away from him. "Not that one, the other one."

"Oh…right," Bugsy said as he grabbed the other bag and let it fall on the table.

The amount of weight that was in there, shook the table. Pierre pulled the bag towards him and opened it. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he looked at the blue powder, gordonium, that was in there.

"That ought to take care of your transportation from one place to another," Stoney said.

"Excellent," Pierre said as he opened the shimmering ruby gemstone of his cane and scooped up some of the powder before closing the top of the ruby.

Fearing that Pierre was going to leave them, Stoney jumped out of his seat and almost grabbed the man in front of him, who was quick enough to pull away. "Hold it Frenchie," he said to him, "you promised you'll pay us! Where is the money?!"

"Yeah, the money," Bugsy echoed looking equally irritated.

"An' don't keep us waitin'," Stoney added as he reached by his side and pulled out his weapon, "we're on a tight schedule."

The sight of the threatening weapon was not at all intimidating. Even though Pierre had never fought with anyone before, he lived by the saying 'I'm a lover, not a fighter,' he had his own weapon by his side which was powerful enough to crush these two 'gangsters.' "Ah oui," Pierre said, as if he had forgotten about their conversation. "I will have that wired to you tout de suite." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and entered the information that Stoney had provided him. "Voilà! You should have all the money wired into your account."

Stoney remained quiet for a second. "I'll give it a check when we head back. If I see that you've duped us, I know where you're stayin' with you little lady friend. Perhaps you wouldn't mind if we took you're her out for a walk about the city now would you?"

Was that a threat? He knew that Fleur was capable of handling herself on her own, but that sentence was uncalled for. Taking a deep breath, Pierre gave both gangsters a daunting look. "Correction mon ami. She is my fiancée and if I see you even in the same room with her, I promise you that you and your heavy built friend over there will be the ones to pay a heavy penalty."

Stoney formed his hands into fists and banged them on the table before standing up on the chair that he had been sitting in. "You talkin' to me like that?"

"Oui," Pierre calmly answered him, "en garde Monsieur Stoney. You don't want to threaten me." With those last words, he took the bag of gordonium, gave the ruby gemstone a twist and disappeared out of the club.

The nerve of that guy Stoney thought as he quickly pulled out his phone and quickly checked up his bank account. He almost collapsed from the amount of money that had been wired into his account. The Frenchman had kept the end of his bargain, but he had also kept his promise if anything was to happen to Fleur.


Fleur Pussycat waited by bar of the hotel's restaurant. Staying in a hotel room for the past couple of weeks had been quite the luxurious experience. All services were done at the proper hour of the day and they could have a lovely dinner together without the hassle of having to cook anything. It was nice after settling down with a wealthy man, especially now that they were going to have more accumulation of money.

"Je suis de retour chère," Pierre suddenly appeared right next to her, causing her to jump where she stood.

Seems like he had finally gotten a hold of the gordonium, which was evident from the transporting ability that he had and the bag that was in his grip. "Don't have too much fun with that," Fleur said as she recovered from the slight fright. "How did it go? Hopefully those two men didn't give you any trouble."

"But of course not," Pierre said. She had been a bit nervous prior to the meeting that he had with those two men. The idea of meeting two people that they didn't know hadn't rested well with Fleur and she had feared for his safety. "Nothing for you to be worried about," he assured her as he caressed her cheek with the back of his index finger. "All the money has been wired to the account and we have more than enough gordonium for the arena until it's finished."

"Perfect," Fleur said to him. "And I think I have found the beneficiary for your arena."

"Who is it?" Pierre asked her.

"There is une petite pâtisserie down the south side of the street, supposedly French. I spoke to the owner and gave her the opportunity of a lifetime. I waiting to see when she makes up her mind to close to deal," Fleur explained and then rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Roadrunners, ces créatures indécises."

Not to mention ennuyeux Pierre thought. "Why don't we have a little celebration, chèrie. To this accomplishment."

Fleur flagged down the bartender and told him to pour them the finest French wine that they had. The two clinked their glasses together and enjoyed the warmth of the drink.

"Oh," Pierre then said as he looked at Fleur and the lovely necklace that elegantly rested on her neck. "Now where did you get something like this?" he asked, not at all familiar with this piece of jewelry that she had.

She hoped that he wouldn't notice it, but nothing went past his sight. In a way, it was endearing that he would notice something different in her and flatter her with his comments. "Aimez-vous?" she asked him.

Typical that she would try and change the subject. "Now what did I say about stealing, Fleur?" he asked her. "I don't want a repeat of France."

"I hope you're not blaming me for that, mon cher," Fleur said to him, "I needed something to match this lovely ring on my finger. After all, you're the one that insisted on putting a ring on it." And she had been the one to accept it in a heartbeat. Who didn't want a ring that was the size of a rock?

Such the sneaky woman that she was. "Any issues?" he asked her.

"Non," she answered him with a shake of her head, "it was like I was never there, but La Chatte Cambrioleuse was. A little black mask and as quick as the speed of light before the cameras were on her." It was an alter ego that she hoped she could part from. That alter ego had helped her survive until she had found the right moment to settle for herself. She thought that with Pierre and the wealth that he had; she would have been finished with this alter ego but her mind had craved to steal and get away with it.

"Perhaps," Pierre said as he took a hold of her chin and slowly lifted her head so she looked up at him, "we ought to give La Chatte Cambrioleuse a little break, oui? We wouldn't want her to get you, ma petite Fleur, into trouble."

Fleur remined quiet for a minute before she asked, "and who do you like best? Fleur ou La Chatte Cambrioleuse?"

It was a question that she had never thought of asking him and one he didn't expect. Being the Casanova that he was, he always had an answer to such questions. It all depended on how the other would respond to his comments but thus far he had been successful with it. "Why choose one when I can have both?"

And after the end of every discussion that they had, he sealed her lips with a passionate kiss.