Andre paced his office relentlessly.
In the last hour he had gone through every time passer known to man, yet whenever he checked with his secretary, it was as though time stood still.
"Utterly outrageous..." The Mayor had taken to grumbling now, his brow furrowed in anger "Keeping me! Mayor Of Paris! Waiting?! Who does he think heis?"
A week ago Andre had sent every man he could to locate a person willing -and capable enough - to complete the job he had.
Three days of nothing, bupkis! Not a single soul was interested in devoting time into finding out this- this- thistreasonous secret."Majestia" they had cited, a far better target for any sort of job similar to the one Andre issued.
They were allimbecilic mediocre idiotic posers! not a single one deserved their title as 'Private Investigator'! If any of the ones he reached out to were in Paris he'd have them arrested and confined to jail without hesitation!
He'd-
"Sir," His Secretary's - Amy was her name - voice rang from the intercom "A late arrival is here to see you."
Andre almost jumped onto the Intercom
"Send him in!" The Mayor vaguely noticed the hint of anger and no small amount of squeak that comprised his voice, clearing his throat before responding in a more collected manner befitting The Mayor of Paris "Send him in."
It was another few agonizing moments before the doors to Andre's office opened, a man- no aboy walked into the room, lazily making his way towards a chair opposing the Mayor's desk and plopping down.
He couldn't be more than a year older than Andre's own daughter, though even then the Mayor wasn't sure the boy sitting in front of him was older than Chloe at all.
He wore a simple T-shirt, the print regarding some comic book character adorning it's front was partially covered by the simple black fabric jacket he wore. Accompanied with jeans and normal shoes, most would be forgiven to believe the boy had left to get some form of fast food over speaking with the leader of a Nation.
"You kept me waiting." The Mayor was certain his face belayed his anger. "For an hour! And you have the gall to show up like this is some middle-classmeeting?!"
"Traffic was heavy." The boy's lazy voice was in the teenage stage of deepness, lacking the baritone adults would usually have. "Sorry, I guess. It's not that big of a deal."
Andre could feel the red hot anger dye his face the same color
"Wha- Y-" He spluttered for a moment, as though spinning the tires before taking off "No big deal?! I am The Mayor of Paris! And you kept me waiting! Are you even qualified to take on tis case?! You're a child!"
"I would hope so, you did hire me initially, after all." The boy had the gall to lazily scratch his cheek while disinterestedly glancing around the room "Was there a reason to call me here initially, or did you just want to talk about irrelevant things the whole time?"
If Andre possessed a Gasket he would've blown it.
"What do you know about the Superheroes here in Paris?" Andre managed to push the sentence out with gritted teeth as he started calming himself down "I will give you the details you're unaware of."
The boy hums in acknowledgement for a moment before speaking
"I know your daughter is Queen Bee, Ladybug and Cat Noir are superheroes, Hawkmoth is the villain and... That's pretty much all the general info, I could use a report on every Akuma - including footage, preferably - along with regular contact with Chloe, perhaps I can catch Cat Noir and Ladybug when they try to hand the miraculous off to her, or I could use tangential testimonies to their characters and build a profile off that..."
All of those were available to Andre, though convincing Chloe...
"If my daughter does not wish to interact with you?"
"I will find a alternative method, Mr. Mayor, do not worry." The boy paused "Why don't you give me an account on what you remember, and I can go from there."
It was sound logic to The Mayor.
"Very well, it started with Stoneheart, a boy named Ivan who was Akumatized into..."
Clearance to access Police Reports and Archives and bypass any procedure revolving around either of those things was something He would make great use of.
His baggy jeans almost dragged along the floor as he began to ponder.
Andre was honest, He ensured to check previous footage of the Mayor, the poor man's tells were obvious. Which meant he could say with somewhat certainty that Andre was not Hawkmoth using a PI for his dirty work.
That was good news at the very least.
Now he needed to observe the Heroes, in and outside Akuma fights - their patrols provided adequate footage and recordings of them off guard - to determine their personalities, their habits, their gait, posture, all of it.
Then there was the matter of the other Heroes, Carapace and Rena Rouge. They were unknowns as well. Did they all have the Magic jewels on hand? Were they distributed? He had to figure out, and to do so, he would need to spe-
"Have a good day Mr. Christopher"
"Thank you."
Christopher did bother waving, he only made a distracted response as the Secretary was passed.
Then there was the matter of Hawkmoth, a single negative emotion was enough to control you completely? Robbed of any free will for an extended period?
He would be a stronger psychic than a number of heroes back in America, which did not bode well for his chances of getting through this case unaffected.
But how did the villain's powers work? They were emotion dependent, but was it a field class affect? A room class? Single Class? Did he have to consciously devote effort towards akumatizing or was it something he could do passively? Did Hawkmoth need to actively control? Or was his Emotion Dependency auto-piloting the Akumas by themself?
So many questions, not a soul could answer.
That would be solved shortly.