Post by Paden - on leave on Feb 28, 2013 15:37:54 GMT -8
( The following took place one month ago.. )
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Paden arrived in Paris France and quickly left the airport for the parking structure. It took him a few minutes to find the car, but once found the key he'd been given before leaving worked like a charm in opening the door. The GPS system in the car was already saved for his destination once turned on he found. It would be sometime until he found his way to the coastal city in the South of France.
The GPS took him right to the town in question. It was a decent town. The kind of town you could take a vacation to and miss the crowds because it was off the usual list travel agencies push on those buying plane tickets. Opening the glove box, Paden removed the Para Black .45 caliber pistol and slid the magazine into the weapon before advancing a round into the chamber. Taking the two extra magazines and tucking them into his right side coat pocket as he tucked the gun into the left pocket while exiting the vehicle.
It wasn't hard to find the local Priest. He'd be the guy dressed in black with a white collar at the church you see. The benches were old, wooden and worn by the looks of them. No doubt they did their job though. Sitting in the back with an unzipping of his coat and shift of his scarf around his neck, Paden watched for a moment the quiet of the place. The front held a basic podium for preaching and a large cross of a mixing of wood at the wall behind it.
"I am Father Roland." Said the man sitting down next to Paden. A glance aside and Paden gave a light nod to him. He looked to be in his late fifties perhaps, short hair speckled with gray among the black. "Paden. You have a problem and I'm here to see if I can help you with it." Father Roland looked at Paden a moment before glancing about and nodding back to him. "Has that.. been your name through time?" Inquired Roland. Paden gave a light shake of his head. "No, but it fits for these days. I can't exactly have my original given name on my driver's license. People would wonder about my listed age. Would it be possible for me to see the bodies of those killed?" Father Roland nodded first and then shook his head to Paden's question. "I'm afraid not. They've been buried already, but I was able to obtain the police report for you. The Chief of Police here is a good friend of mine and never misses my service on Sunday." "Well, thank God for that right?" Said Paden with a slight smirk perking his lips along with his mustache and goatee. Father Roland nodded with a small smile. "Perhaps so. I have the address of all the murders we've had and the times as was requested by Mr. Smith." Father Roland handed over a folder with papers stuffed inside. Paden took the folder and opened it to glance over the papers briefly. "Just point me in the right direction, Padre' and I'll get to work."
The GPS took him right to the town in question. It was a decent town. The kind of town you could take a vacation to and miss the crowds because it was off the usual list travel agencies push on those buying plane tickets. Opening the glove box, Paden removed the Para Black .45 caliber pistol and slid the magazine into the weapon before advancing a round into the chamber. Taking the two extra magazines and tucking them into his right side coat pocket as he tucked the gun into the left pocket while exiting the vehicle.
It wasn't hard to find the local Priest. He'd be the guy dressed in black with a white collar at the church you see. The benches were old, wooden and worn by the looks of them. No doubt they did their job though. Sitting in the back with an unzipping of his coat and shift of his scarf around his neck, Paden watched for a moment the quiet of the place. The front held a basic podium for preaching and a large cross of a mixing of wood at the wall behind it.
"I am Father Roland." Said the man sitting down next to Paden. A glance aside and Paden gave a light nod to him. He looked to be in his late fifties perhaps, short hair speckled with gray among the black. "Paden. You have a problem and I'm here to see if I can help you with it." Father Roland looked at Paden a moment before glancing about and nodding back to him. "Has that.. been your name through time?" Inquired Roland. Paden gave a light shake of his head. "No, but it fits for these days. I can't exactly have my original given name on my driver's license. People would wonder about my listed age. Would it be possible for me to see the bodies of those killed?" Father Roland nodded first and then shook his head to Paden's question. "I'm afraid not. They've been buried already, but I was able to obtain the police report for you. The Chief of Police here is a good friend of mine and never misses my service on Sunday." "Well, thank God for that right?" Said Paden with a slight smirk perking his lips along with his mustache and goatee. Father Roland nodded with a small smile. "Perhaps so. I have the address of all the murders we've had and the times as was requested by Mr. Smith." Father Roland handed over a folder with papers stuffed inside. Paden took the folder and opened it to glance over the papers briefly. "Just point me in the right direction, Padre' and I'll get to work."