Interpol is currently seeking the whereabouts of known
terrorist J.C. Denton.Denton is wanted
for a number of international crimes including theft, murder, money laundering,
drug trafficking, and destruction of property. Denton was last believed to have
been sighted in New York, but recent information indicates that he may
currently be operating in Paris.
Denton is approximately six feet tall, with silver facial
tattoos and solid blue eyes - the result of a rare genetic condition that he
often conceals with a pair of sunglasses. Denton is extremely dangerous and should NOT be approached. Instead, if you believe you have seen him,
contact your nearest police or security representative. There is currently a reward of c10, 000 for
information that leads to his capture or arrest.
Interpol is also attempting to locate Alex Jacobson and
Jaime Reyes for questioning in a number of related incidents. No descriptions are available at this time,
but will be posted as they become available.
Decker shivered; soon his name and description would be
plastered around Paris. The train squealed to a halt and everyone disembarked.
The followed the crowds to the surface being helped along by the pushy French
citizens in the early morning rush to get to work. The three of them stuck
closely together trying not to get separated. The managed to find there way to
a small café and sat around the circular table next to the wall were they could
talk in secret and would not be heard. Decker knew were the arms dealer lived;
Smuggler had e-mailed the address as they arrived in France. They at and
studied a small tourist map of the streets working out the quickest way of
getting there. For a few hours they sat eating a breakfast meal of croissants,
hot chocolate with cream, and pain au chocolat. Around the busy square stomped
Bravo-3 Peacebringer security robots, scanning the surroundings, darkly
uniformed soldiers walked around in pairs, Majestic Twelve troopers. The city
was under military control. They decided to leave, walking down through the
alleyways and crossing the wide multi-laned roads. They managed to find the
arms dealers house, it was nearing mid afternoon the sky had clouded over and
thin drops of rain started to fall. The street was quite busy in black unmarked
vans sat Majestic Twelve troopers awaiting the first sign of trouble. They
would come back later; Decker felt it was too early and dangerous. They
retreated and sat on a small bench eating again, sharing a baguette; trying to
save credits.
Decker lead Young and Erin back to the street and they
approached the tall identical house. Decker pressed the buzzer on the door and
waited patiently. A small crack appeared at the side of the door as it was
slowly pulled open on the safety chain.
"We’re looking for Le Corbeau."
Young said as the person behind the door looked at the three strangers standing
on the doorstep. "We’re here to do business with him, we are friends of the
American known as The Smuggler." Young continued.
"Une moment." Came a reply, then
the door shut and the sound of a heavy-duty lock sliding back across the door
echoed through the door. Erin looked around, noticing a small disguised
surveillance camera had been watching them from above. Of a period of around
three minutes the door re-opened, halfway.
"One at a time, la petit fille
first." The person at the door instructed. Erin wearily stepped into the dark
doorway at the door immediately shut behind her. Then, a few moments later
Young was asked to enter which he did quickly, as if to find what had happened
to Erin. Decker was left standing awkwardly at the doorstep, in the open
street. He could feel his stomach knotting, and he started to get nervous
hick-ups. Decker stood trying to listen to whatever was going on behind the
door, then, the door opened startling him.
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