Chapter thirteen
“At this hour,
lie at my mercy all mine enemies.” —William Shakespeare.
[Couple months back]
The ‘Indicatif ADP’ chime was enough indication to know this was Paris’s Charles De Gaulle airport, as is the brisken atmosphere all around. Better known as ‘Rosy Airport’, the three-terminus airport was indeed living up to being the second busiest airport in Europe, as hundreds of travelers—black, White, and yellow-skinned streamed to and fro its octopus-shaped, Avant-garde ‘Terminal one’.
Agent Lestienne of the Interpol disregarded the booming female voice announcing over the PA system, taking two steps at a time away from the central court as he descended the tube-sheltered escalator that fed straight into the expanse of the terminal hall.
He knew he had to reach his dest
