Chapter 2
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Chapter 2In a layby on Chemin des Terrois, on the outskirts of Le Havre, France, a hulk of a man stood wearing a long dark overcoat. His black hair was thick and slicked back against his skull, making it almost invisible in the darkness. Shivering in the unusually chilly September air, his flat grey eyes watched in fury as blue lights flashed crazily off the Laurett Chateau, as if there were some manic party going on at the end of the road. This was no party, however. A second male, who appeared almost identical to the first alighted from the X5 BMW, stood by his brother and spoke. “I can't get used to how clean the air smells here.” To any other person, his accent would have sounded like an exotic mixture of several regional dialects. “Do we have a problem?”
“Yes,” the first male replied. “It would appear we were too late.” His voice was virtually indistinguishable from that of his brother. “It would seem that Mathis Laurett is already dead.”
“Nothing but a casualty of a war that we are on the brink of winning; it matters not,” the second male commented in an emotionless tone. “And Becker?”
“Likely in custody. This will delay our plan somewhat, and time is very short.” The first male shrugged his shoulders into his coat and popped the collar.
“A minor problem that we can overcome, brother,” replied the second male, as he sat himself back into the 4x4.
“You're right.”
“About what?”
“The air here is very clean, it's the cold I just can't get used to!” The first male started the engine and crept the vehicle forward, watching the blue lights fade into the night through the rear-view mirror. With a sly smile that revealed his dazzling white teeth, he slowly began to form a plan – a plan that would have Samuel Becker in his hands before first light.
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