Getting into Paris was becoming a problem; they sat and waited by the exit of the Service Station trying to flag down cars for a lift into the city. It was nearing midday and they managed to hitchhike in a businessman’s saloon car, he dropped them off inside the city. Luckily he knew where all the roadblocks were, where MJ12 troopers made random car searches, and avoided them, not to aid the three passengers he had sitting in the back, but to save himself time getting to work. The three of them made their way to the nearest Metro station, the Parisian underground train network, and stood looking at the interconnecting coloured lines on the underground map searching for Marias or anywhere near that suburb. Hiding behind Decker, Erin and Wayne awaited for their train tickets. Decker approached the small ticket booth embedded in the tiled wall and was greeted by a chirpy young man behind the thick transparent screen.

"Oui, Monsieur. Je peux vous aider?" The man in the ticket booth asked quickly.

"Err...Je voudrais... trois aller simple, pour Marias, deuxième classe, s’il vous plaît."

Decker mumbled trying to disguise his foreign accent.

"Ah, oui." The man said.

"C’est combien?" Decker asked.

"C’est quatre-vingt-cinq credits. Il part à onze heures quinze. Quai F." the man told Decker. Decker only picked out a few words "85 credits", "At eleven o’clock" or something similar and "F", the rest was too quick and confused him.

Decker nodded and snatched the tickets quickly from the slid underneath the screen.

"Au revoir, monsieur." The man said after Decker paid, Decker did not reply, he just took the tickets and walked through the bustling crowd.

The cabins of the underground train flashed past as the train screeched to a halt, all around the platform stood Metro police officers, dressed in light blue uniforms and wearing mirrored sunglasses they stood at the edges of the crowds looking in at any suspicious characters. The three of them were somehow overlooked even though they shuffled across the ground looking at the floor and trying to avoid the officer’s gaze.

There was a loud shout and through the crowd came seven officers, batons flicked out and extended. Through the crowd of awaiting passengers they pushed all they way to the trio’s position. Decker flinched face a wash with shock and fear. Erin closed her eyes in expectance. Young froze in a fighting stance. A man in front of them was thrown to the ground and restrained. Decker looked down as the man head hit the floor at his feet and screamed out French curses. The officers smacked the struggling man on the legs to clam down his thrashing, flailing limbs. He groaned as they handcuffed him and pulled him to his feet. The other officers held back the crowd as the man was dragged off. Decker’s body relaxed from its alert state but he stood their confused and slightly dazed.

"Excusez-moi Madame!" the officer apologized sincerely to Erin who had been bumped into Young by the officers. She smiled weakly and they all boarded the crowded train. The train pulled out of the platform and churned through the dark tunnels. Decker sat opposite Erin and Young next to a middle aged businessman, he was reading the inside of a newspaper, a section on the terrorist group Silhouette. On the walls of the cabin were small pamphlets and posters on criminals and terrorists wanted by the international authorities. Decker read one.