60. Elhyor
60
Elhyor
I don’t know if I said something wrong, but Angélique is pensive for a minute and then she walks away from me. As if it is normal to walk from one room to another completely naked and covered in cum, she opens the door between our shared room and her former room. I hear her looking through things on the other side, but I don’t go to see what she’s doing.
“If you have someone who can interpret that,” she says when she comes back into our room, “it might help.”
She dumps a media key into my hand. It’s as big as a fingernail, but it could hold anything.
I turn on my holo-puter on the desk and plug the key in. I’ll see if one of the guys can read everything later, but first, I want to know what’s on it.
I’m not bothering with trying to see if it’s bugged. She brought the key from home, so there is a high chance it is, but we have pretty damn good firewalls in all of Notre Dame, so I’m not worried.
As I look through what Angélique just gave me, I finally find blueprints. Updated ones that put to shame the ones I have. But they aren’t the only blueprints I find. Notre Dame is on there, and it’s pretty accurate. There are other buildings like the Sacré Coeur and the Louvre Museum. All of them have the main floor and upper floors, but also the basements and what look like the hidden rooms of each building. The safe room of Notre Dame, the one at the back of the archives room, is there. It’s scary, and what is scarier is the fact there are more than just blueprints. In those files, there are delivery schedules, fire evacuation plans, and even lists of people working in each building.
“Where did you get all of this?” I ask her, and I can’t keep the wonder out of my voice. If everything is accurate, and I believe it is, based on the information about my own building, this means we have a way into Versailles’ palace. We might have a way to stop her father, if this wasn’t planted with fake information just to trick us.
“Ari?l, my etiquette teacher, gave it to me the day I left, with a cryptic, ‘Not everything is as it seems,’ which he managed to say without even opening his lips. It made me feel like it was a secret code and that he had to be careful because people were watching us. So, I don’t know what it’s worth. It might be fake, for all I know. Or he’s a spy and gave me everything he knew in hopes that I would free the world,” Angélique finishes flippantly. “I’m no savior, that’s for sure.”
“I’ll give it to Luc. He’s the most tech-savvy of my men. He’ll know if we can trust this,” I tell her as I grab her hip. We need to get going, and that won’t be possible without a shower. Not that I mind my wife parading around smelling like me, but it ought to get sticky and uncomfortable for her at some point.
“Not that F girl that came for Léandre?” she asks me, surprised. “I thought she was the best or something.”
“Or something,” I answer. It wasn’t supposed to be her. Stéphane should have been the one coming to our rescue, but she seemed to be competent, so I won’t bother the old mechanic about the fact that he sent someone else instead of coming himself.
“I don’t trust her enough to give her this. I would really prefer if that media key stayed with someone I know. At least until I know if it’s real or bogus.”
At that, Angélique nods and doesn’t ask any other questions, so I circle her hips and force her to come with me to the shower.