He put the phone on speaker before saying, "Where are you now, Villard?"
A man with a smooth voice and a thick french accent spoke, "At the airport, Sir, awaiting your commands."
"Victoria Bezel is your target, find her, but don't kill her." He smiled deviously, "I want to have the pleasure of doing that myself."
"Understood, Sir," with that Villard hung up and turned to the multitude of armed men behind him, giving them the command their boss gave in french.
Emily looked at Darniel with genuine surprise, "When did you call them?"
Darniel put up his feet on the center table before him, "The second I regained control of my body."
"So, you knew what Victoria was planning...all along?"
"Of course, I did," Darniel responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You underestimate me too much, Emily."
