Paris, July 1799 - Imbalance

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"I feel naked."

Adeláire's voice was no more than a whisper as she crossed at Arno's arm the few steps from the carriage to the entrance of Joséphines and Napoléon's Town hall. A warm hand lay over hers on his arm.

"I am also sorry, that courtly ball clothes for ladies does not provide any opportunity to hide weapons." His voice whispered softly, so as not to be worn on false ears. Adeláire only gave a muttered reply as an acknowledgement for the amused undertone. Enviously, she looked at Arno, who was walking with a tightened attitude, as if he naturally belonged here.

Paris, June 1799 - Fearless?

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Adeláire stretched out in her crouching position on the roof, then let her shoulders circling as well as her head. For days they had been lying on the prowl, watching Bonaparte's Townhouse. After Francesco had told the Council what they had found out about Egypt, the four didn’t hesitate another day to tackle their next goal. Unhappily, the whole household seemed like a busy beehive. And so far they had not been able to find out the reason.

Paris, June 1799 - First Target

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Adeláire was breathing heavily and her ribs ached in the side. Carefully she moved her feet around in the stage of her exhaustion and tried not to stumble. The rapier seemed to be getting heavier in her hand, and her sweaty clothes stuck uncomfortably on the skin. She found the only pacification in the aspect that it doesn’t enact differently to her training counterpart.