England's Assassin
““You two come with me.” He motioned to the most experienced guards. “The rest of you remain with the landau.”
The major man swept down the arcades of Place Vendome, his eyes scanning the square as the sun descended behind the architectural balanced of its buildings.
“Wait here,” he said, posting the two guards at Minister LeCoeur’s front door, wary of a frontal assault.
Evariste lifted the heavy brass ring and knocked. A footman opened the door and the major said not a word, looking... through the man and toward his employer.
“Punctual as always, Major Rousseau.”
Evariste ignored the compliment, thinking it his duty to arrive when ordered. “Your valet and luggage have been sent on to make ready your room.”
“Excellent,” the minister stepped from his home, the two guards at his heels. Joseph LeCoeur placed his beaver skin hat upon his head then stopped when he caught sight of the carriage.MoreLess
The major man swept down the arcades of Place Vendome, his eyes scanning the square as the sun descended behind the architectural balanced of its buildings.
“Wait here,” he said, posting the two guards at Minister LeCoeur’s front door, wary of a frontal assault.
Evariste lifted the heavy brass ring and knocked. A footman opened the door and the major said not a word, looking... through the man and toward his employer.
“Punctual as always, Major Rousseau.”
Evariste ignored the compliment, thinking it his duty to arrive when ordered. “Your valet and luggage have been sent on to make ready your room.”
“Excellent,” the minister stepped from his home, the two guards at his heels. Joseph LeCoeur placed his beaver skin hat upon his head then stopped when he caught sight of the carriage.MoreLess
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