Shortly after my meeting with Ellis, I was sent to the airport and on a plane to Champs Les Sims, France. Upon arriving I headed to the only hotel in town. I drew my gun just as I walked into the room. I searched every corner, crevice, and hiding spot – looking for bugs, assassins, and unwanted guests. Nothing. Once I established that I was alone, I eased up and put my gun away.
After relaxing, I took out my laptop and researched the case at hand. The man I was seeking was named Jules Fournier. He’s one of the top most wanted men in SimNation for selling guns and drugs. I knew he was located here in Champs, but that’s all I knew, that and I needed to head into town if I was ever going to find him.
I headed out to the shopping district, and started to play my part as a tourist. It wasn’t that hard – I was in fact a tourist. I had never been to France, and boy did I love it. The history, the look, the feel, everything about this place was amazing. I was so swept up with the local atmosphere I almost forgot why I was really there. That’s what this place does to you, it makes you forget and just live in the moment.
I ventured to wine country on my first day. I sighed as I walked through the groves of grapes. My grandfather once described the place as magnifique– and I think I have to agree with him. He had always wished his garden was as grand as the groves and the farms here in Champs. I tried to tell him that his farm was amazing. He scoffed at the idea of his place ever resembling a farm, but to me it was a great and wonderful farm.
I headed to the actual winery after the farm and browsed the selection. I’m not a wine connoisseur. I don’t hardly bother with wine, Vodka Martini’s have always been my drink. I tasted a few there and some were bitter than others, but that’s the only difference I could tell. I couldn’t tell you what fruits were used, or which one had the more expensive taste.
It was there I met a beautiful amazing young French woman. She was beyond amazing. We flirted for what seemed like ages. She was so wonderful and funny. As we were both heading out she smiled and looked at me, “So, what do you do Mr. Rain?” She asked me with her wide smile.
“I travel. Sort of a licensed trouble maker1. You Miss. . .”
She giggled before kissing me. I didn’t fight back. I wanted her there, right there at the winery. She – well she wanted some place more private.
I took her by the hand and together we made out as a taxi cab pulled up. Speed was the essence and when we did finally arrive to my hotel room, I made record time in relieving both of us from out clothes. We spent the entire night together entwined in bed.
I woke up in the morning and she was gone, but she did leave a note. “Fournier makes his rounds in town. Be at the museum 10 a.m. sharp.” So, my cover as a tourist was blown. The girl, who I honestly couldn’t remember her name, knew who I was. I decided not to call Ellis. I still had my mission and like Bond – he had his own way of doing things, and I certainly will have mine.
I bolted from the room, running as hard as I could. I had only a half an hour or so till Fournier would be at the museum. Just as the taxi pulled up I watched as three hard-ass looking men headed towards the entrance. From the satellite pictures Ellis gave me and the only documented photo she had of him, I knew that I had found my target.
Once I knew there was a safe amount of time of wait, I headed inside. I snapped photos here and there, always making sure I had my target in the shot. No one, at least of all him, didn’t expect that I was following him. If he turned to look at me, I was looking at one of the many art pieces.
When he and another man headed up to a more restricted place, I knew I couldn’t go no further without the risk of my cover being blown. I stuck around the museum, trying to buy time until Fournier resurfaced. There were many things in the museum, all of which peaked my interest – especially the relics and sarcophaguses from Egypt. I don’t know what it is about Egyptian artifacts, but they always trigger some excitement in me.
I heard voices coming down from the hidden room and I quickly headed closer to them. I snapped a photo of the huge Chinese Army statue and kept my eye closely on Fournier. He and the other gentlemen were laughing as they came down. I wish I had known who the other two were, but sadly I didn’t. I carefully crept out of the museum as the three left, keeping my distance but still maintaining my one-man tail.
I followed Fournier the entire day. He made his rounds around town, meeting a few people here or there. My French wasn’t great, but I was able to pick up on some things. Nothing seemed out of place with him and I was seriously doubting he had anything to do with a drug cartel – much less running one. As the night turned to dusk I followed Fournier down to a pub. There he greeted two more distinguished gentleman that gave me the creeps. I took a few snapshots from a distance before heading inside myself.
The bartender looked at me. “What can I get for you?”
“Vodka Martini, plenty of ice, if you can spare it.2”
“Those taste bad you know?” The girl from the night before said as she slid herself onto the barstool next to me.
“That’s show’s what you know.” I turned and smiled at her. “So, who do you work for?”
“Does it matter?”
“Obviously it does. You know who I am, and I don’t even know your name.”
“That’s because I never gave it to you.” She stuck her hand out. “Camille Simnovich – French Intelligence.”
“Ah. That would explain a lot. How’d you know where to find me?”
“I’ve done my research Mr. Rain. Your family has a tendency to find themselves where there’s a bit of alcohol.”
I chuckled, she was right about that. Taking one last look at at Fournier I said, “Looks like he’ll be here all night.”
“He will, then he’ll go home drunk and screw his wife.”
“Sounds like fun. Maybe you and I should. . .” I lifted my eyebrow and brought her in for a kiss the moment that Fournier decided to walk in. “Come on honey, lets head back to the hotel.” I whispered audibly.
“Oh you are bad Mr. Connery.”
You gotta love this girl. “Only when I am with you Mrs. Connery.”
Fournier looked at us. “Our honeymoon.” She explained to him and we walked out like we were madly in love.
“Well that was close.” I told her when we got to the hotel. “And Mr. Connery – I like it.”
“Like I said, Mr. Rain – I’ve read up on you. Your a Bond fanatic, which may get you killed someday.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. I took her in for another kiss, and well. . .
1. Connery, S (Actor). (1965). Thunderbell [DVD].
2. Brosnan, P (Actor). (2002). Die Another Day [DVD].