Thomas looked at his watch. They should be off the plane by now...probably collecting their luggage or in the line for passport control. They had a reservation at the Hotel de Crillon- an eigtheenth century palace that had been converted into one of the finest hotels in Europe. Apparently their suite had a fine view of the Eiffel Tower. Well, they'd never be seeing that fine fucking view. They'd be seeing the inside of this fucking garage instead, and the barrel of his gun. And after that they'd be seeing pain, and humiliation, and horror- until he finally decided to kill the whore and her boyfriend. But that would be a while from now. He wasn't in a hurry. They'd have a lot of suffering first.<br/><br/>His phone beeped. A message from the driver. He was standing with a sign saying "Claire and Dave- Welcome -Hotel Crillon", waiting for them to come out. He really was stiff now, feeling horny and full of anticipation. This was gonna be a great day. He was looking forward to it all so much. He hadn't felt so happy since the day he married Claire.<br/>