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L'élément Ombreux de Belmont

Serenierre

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Maison de Maurinais
Orleans - Domaine de Visidame
South Belmont

The past few days had been very busy. Having hardly slept a few hours at a stretch was not going well with Rene. His eyes were red and his head hurt. Having drowned two tablets of aspirin, the headache seemed to subsiding. He looked at his watch; The Boss had been in the restaurant for quite some time, now was a good time to catch up on his sleep. Covering his eyes with his cap, he closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat. It wasn’t comfortable but it would suffice for a power nap. He took a deep breath and folded his arms, trying to relax further.

Just as he had gotten comfortable and had started dozing off, his mobile phone started ringing, vibrating in his chest pocket. “For god’s sake,” Rene said under his breath as he took out the phone from his pocket. Looking at the number in the caller I.D. – it was the boss – “Oui, Monsieur Charle,” he said in the abrasive accent known by all to be uniquely Orléanais.

“Rene,” came the heavily accented voice of the man, “I plan on staying here for a while longer. Go now to the aéroport…” he trailed off – he did that often, what a life of drinking does to the brain – “An old friend has just called and told me that he is in Orleans. Go get him from his hotel.”

“Which hotel, sir?” Rene asked, as polite toned as he could, he put the cap back on his head.

“Hotel Sant-Pierre… you know, the one along Rue de Mistraise. Ask for the occupant of Room 303 to be informed of your arrival.”

“Yes sir.”

The line went dead.

Putting the key in the ignition, he slowly pulled the unassuming blue colored sedan out of the shade. He would be at Hotel Sant-Pierre in around twenty-five minutes. Not that long a trip had he been well rested but now, exhausted and overworked, that trip seemed to go on for hours.

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Jacques had been waiting for his Cortonan friend to arrive for some time. He had already had several cups of coffee and the hangover of the previous night had completely warn off and now he was ready to start drinking again, although he would wait for his friend to come. The last few days, according to all news, had been hard on him and his organization. The man would need the drink when he came.

The waiter, tall and elegant, gently swooped down to Jacques and whispered into his ear that his guest had arrived. Standing up, Jacques said, “Well, take me to him.”

 
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Cortona

Guest

Lorenzo Rizzo walked through Napoli International Airport. He sat down in a row of chairs, next to a young boy. The young boy was innocent and asked Rizzo where he was going. Rizzo calmly replied that he was going to Belmont. As all young kids do, the following questions were more intense than an interrogation session. Eventually, the boy’s parents had called him and told him not to speak to strangers. Smart parents Rizzo thought.

Rizzo’s plane was ready, and Rizzo got on the plane and sat down, all was normal. He put headphones on and leaned back in his seat, holding a carrier case containing the laptop in his arms. A flight attendant interrupted his rest and asked if he wanted to put the bag in a holder, Rizzo quickly declined.

The plane took off and reached altitude fast, Rizzo was looking out over Cortona, from a whole new perspective. Then, a young high pitched voice interrupted his thoughts, he looked over and saw the young boy again, who without hesitation sat next to him and began rambling.

It’ll be a long flight Rizzo thought.
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Rizzo was sitting at a hotel table, holding on to his laptop as if his life depended on it, and in a way it did. His employers told him that the contents of the laptop could mean the survival or the death of the organization. Rizzo was afraid to have the laptop out of his hands, but he put it in a carrying case and walked to meet with a man simply named as Jacques.

Rizzo was selected to take the laptop to Belmont because he was the only man that could leave ASAP and speak French. Rizzo had been through hell to get to Belmont, and there would be even more hell to pay if the mission didn’t go just right. Rizzo continued to walk around the hotel lobby for a while, he wanted to look calm, but it was difficult.
 

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Extending his arm, Jacques Maurinais shook the hand of the Cortonan man firmly. His six feet four inch frame towering above the foreigner. Turning to speak to the waiter, "Go get us a Dom de Mausan 1976... and be quick," he snapped at the young waiter, who hurried off to the wine cellar. Guiding his guest, the two men walked slowly towards the back of the restaurant, towards Jacques' private booth.

Jacques looked down at the other man, "So, you guys are not doing so well. How many arrested?" he asked, his tone serious, in English - the lingua franca of their organization. "Just yesterday I read that more arrests had been made... I do hope operations aren't in danger of being interrupted," he said, looking ahead.

Stepping into the dimly lit, air-conditioned booth, both men took their seats, facing each other. The waiter came in with the wine, pouring it for the two and standing in the corner, close to the door. Jacques took a sip, put the glass down. "So, Mr. Rizzo... what can I do for you - or should I say - what can the Maurinais family do for you." He leaned back into the sofa, taking another sip, waiting for the other to speak.
 
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Cortona

Guest
[FONT=”Palatino Linotype”] Rizzo leaned closer to the table. “We lost nearly fifty. Testa’s arrest gave them enough evidence to arrest several others. We decided to cancel operations in Firenze we’ll just bolster our efforts in Mizdah and Brak, the Gendarmerie is weaker there and its more than enough to cover our loses in Firenze. However, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because of this.”

Rizzo pulled out a laptop from his case; he set it in front of him. “This laptop is, in a sense, the command center of our family. It has everything. So much in fact that we decided it wasn’t safe to have in Cortona, especially with the Gendarmerie stepping up their efforts. This laptop was actually confiscated by police when Testa’s home was searched. C$50,000 it took to get this thing back, plus a threat of harm to the family, the usual things we do. The Don asked me to bring the laptop to a much safer place, Belmont.” Rizzo paused and took a sip of his drink. “Also, it would be beneficial to us if you would take in some of our operatives; the Gendarmerie is looking for them. We already have a plan to take them out of the country. We’ll pay you handsomely to house say, twenty?”

Rizzo didn’t wait for a response, he immediately began talking again. “It has been a while since we’ve done anything big. Usually, when the Government does something like this and celebrates a hit to us, it is only fair that we deliver a hit to them. For example, we ordered the shooting of President Valentini, ordered the murder of President Mohammed’s daughter. This time, we want to shoot Capriani. Hopefully we may be able to kill the man. However, Presidential shootings are difficult now, they’re so protected, precautions galore with them. So I guess I’m also asking for suggestions as to how we could go about this deed.”[/FONT]
 
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