<div align="center">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2009/234/1/9/190e9265e629ffd62514bbbdb8aa8b26.jpg)</div>A soft bump on the shoulder and an even softer "pardon" was all that most people walking down the side streets of Paris would ever know of Leonard Lanester, just another faceless man pushing his way along his own business. They had no way of knowing about the maps, plans, pictures, and other information hidden under his coat. About the pistol holstered under the leg of his pants, just above the ankle. It had taken quite a bit of effort but Leonard was finally at the rendezvouses point.<br/><br/>A small walkway overlooking one of the city's water canals, no one ever really used this bridge anymore. Mostly because of the fact that there were just faster ways to get to any place on either side of the canal. But it suited Leonard's purpose perfectly. After a quick look over both shoulders assured him that he hadn't been followed Leonard reached into one of his pockets and withdrew a pack of cigarets and a box of matches. The right preparations had been made, now he just needed to wait.