Paris, July 1799 - Approximation

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In the end, Adeláire had retired to the round Gallery in the Café above the training room, and was still pondering with anger in her stomach. Weapons and cloak lay behind her on the table. She had turned the chair in the room to the window with her feet supported on its ledge. The rocking and balancing seemed almost like a reflection of her thoughts. She rolled back and forth, trying to fathom the deeper cause of her rage.

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.

Paris, May 1799 - Team up

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Arno had long considered the clothes in which he was supposed to face the Council. Adeláire had given him time and space, as did Verne. He followed them in full armament, but without a coat and a hood. The collar of his dark gray shirt was open, and his casual appearance was belied by the tension in shoulders and clenched fists.

Paris, May 1799 - Soulshreds

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Dorian finally ended up exploring her feminine curves and sparked away from her. His breath was as deep and heavy as hers, as he rose, and silently gave her a hand. His move to help her to her feet ended only when their lips met again. Adeláire felt a hunger blaze up, mirrored by her counterpart.

Paris, May 1799 - Persuading

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Towards the beginning of the afternoon, Adeláire arrived at Café Théâtre, as desired. As the sun still shone from a cloudless sky, the terrace in front of the café was well filled and she had to push past busy tables and chairs. The twilight inside did the eyes well and the Assassin looked around from the entrance. When her gaze fell on the staff in the look-out, he pointed silently towards the staircase in the back. Dorian seemed to expect her in private rooms on the first floor. Adeláire was not sure if she thought this was good or not. With tightened shoulders she stepped up the path and looked again searchingly.