Tarik
June 16, 12:24 am, Paris, France
The Palais Bourbon loomed over Tarik and Elodie as they approached the old building. A single security guard stood in front of the door, watching them as they approached, arms crossed. He looked away as Tarik glared at him, and the duo passed the guard and walked into the Palais without any troubles.
The chandeliers above shone a soft, yellow light upon the marble floors, the portraits on the walls staring down at Tarik as he walked up to the receptionist desk. There was no one there, but Elodie advised that it was probably the best place to start.
"They're in the private meeting room," Elodie had told him while they were planning. She then explained that the room directly behind the reception desk had a secret door behind one of the busts that would lead them to where they needed to go.
