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Chapter 3 - Guardians of the Blueprint.

The trio arrived at an opulent hotel, its grand façade illuminated by soft, golden lights. The entrance was flanked by tall columns, and a red carpet led them to the revolving doors. As they stepped into the lavish lobby, the marble floors gleamed under the chandeliers, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers from intricate arrangements scattered throughout.

Lucien led the way to the front desk, his usual confident demeanor drawing the attention of the staff. Adrien and Alita followed closely, their expressions focused and composed.

"Bonsoir," Lucien greeted the receptionist in French. "We have reservations for two rooms."

The receptionist, a well-dressed gentleman, smiled warmly. "Welcome. May I have your names, please?"

"Lucien Dupont, Adrien Marcel, and Alita," Lucien replied smoothly.

The receptionist quickly found their reservation in the system. "Ah, yes. Two rooms for Mr. Dupont and Mr. Marcel. And who will be staying with you, Mr. Dupont?"

"Alita will be staying with me," Lucien confirmed.

"Very well. Here are your keys," the receptionist said, handing over two sleek keycards. "Your rooms are on the top floor, with a beautiful view of the city. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask."

"Merci," Lucien responded, taking the keycards and handing one to Adrien.

Meanwhile, in a high-rise office building located in the business district of Paris, Pierre Durand convened with his top associates. The office was ultra-modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city below. The furnishings were sleek and minimalist, exuding an air of sophistication and efficiency.

Pierre, a man in his late forties with sharp features and an authoritative presence, stood at the head of a large glass conference table. His piercing eyes surveyed the room as he addressed his team. Seated around the table were his most trusted lieutenants: Marc, his head of security; Sophie, his chief strategist; and Antoine, his lead financial officer. Each of them exuded a blend of professionalism and subtle menace, indicative of their roles in Pierre's operations.

On the conference table, a high-tech holographic projector displayed detailed schematics of an ambitious new project: a colossal, state-of-the-art drone, capable of both surveillance and offensive operations. This drone, larger than any existing models, was designed to operate autonomously and be equipped with cutting-edge technology for reconnaissance and tactical missions.

Pierre began, speaking in a low, commanding tone. "Our next endeavor is critical. We cannot afford any mistakes. Marc, how are the security arrangements progressing?"

Marc, a burly man with a no-nonsense demeanor, leaned forward. "We have implemented enhanced surveillance measures at all entry points. Our security personnel have been briefed and are on high alert. We've also installed biometric scanners to restrict access to sensitive areas."

Pierre nodded approvingly. "Excellent. Sophie, what is the current status of the strategic plans?"

Sophie, a sharp-witted woman in her thirties with a keen mind for tactics, adjusted her glasses and replied, "We have identified potential threats and formulated contingency plans. Our intelligence suggests that rival groups may attempt to interfere, but we have agents monitoring their movements. We are also leveraging our network to ensure no information leaks."

Pierre's expression remained stoic as he turned to Antoine. "And the financials, Antoine?"

Antoine, a meticulous man with a knack for numbers, responded confidently, "Our funding is secure, and we have diversified our investments to minimize risk. The projected returns are promising, and we have contingency funds set aside in case of unforeseen circumstances."

Pierre's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. "Good. We cannot afford any setbacks. This project must proceed flawlessly. Any questions or concerns?"

The room remained silent, the gravity of the situation evident on their faces. Pierre's associates were well aware of the stakes involved and the consequences of failure.

"Very well," Pierre concluded. "Proceed with your tasks and report any developments immediately. We are on a tight schedule."

Back in the hotel, Adrien moved with the precision and stealth of a seasoned assassin. His first task was to sweep the room for any hidden cameras or microphones, ensuring his surroundings were secure. His movements were deliberate and calculated, each step taken with the awareness of a predator in unfamiliar territory.

As he meticulously checked every corner, his mind replayed Lucien's words: "In three days, Pierre will be holding a grand party at the Grand Palais d'Emeraude. That's our window. Until then, we stay under the radar."

Adrien's eyes narrowed as he considered the mission ahead. The Grand Palais d'Emeraude, with its opulent halls and sprawling gardens, would be the perfect stage for Pierre's gathering. It was a place where secrets could be uncovered and alliances could be forged or broken.

The trio decided to use an encrypted messaging app designed for operatives. This app utilized advanced encryption algorithms and self-destructing messages to ensure their conversations remained confidential. Each message would delete itself shortly after being read, leaving no trace behind.

In Lucien's room, they synchronized their devices and set the app to a high-security mode. They then gathered around, leaning in close as Lucien initiated the discussion.

Lucien typed out the first message:

"In three days, Pierre will host his party at the Grand Palais d'Emeraude. That's our window. For now, we stay low."

Adrien, reading the message, nodded and replied:

"Got it. What's the entry plan?"

Lucien responded:

"Service entrance at 20:00 hours. Security will be less intense there."

Alita, focused and precise, added her input:

"Surveillance? Cameras and guards?"

Lucien detailed the security measures:

"CCTV coverage is extensive. We need to create a temporary blackout. I've got the tech to handle it."

Adrien confirmed his role:

"I'll take care of the hacking. We blend in as guests once inside."

Lucien provided their cover identities:

"Adrien, you're a tech entrepreneur. Alita, you're my partner, an art collector. I'll be a businessman from Monaco."

Alita acknowledged with a serious tone:

"Understood. Ready."

Lucien emphasized the objective:

"Gather intel on Pierre's project and plant monitoring devices if possible. Priority is to remain undetected."

Adrien confirmed:

"Equipment ready: hacking tools, surveillance devices, smoke grenades."

Lucien concluded:

"Perfect. Remember our roles and cover identities. Mission is crucial. No mistakes."

The trio continued their conversation, discussing every detail from their approach to contingency plans, ensuring their plan was flawless.

Once the meeting was over, they deleted the messages, leaving no trace of their plans. The trio dispersed, each returning to their rooms to finalize preparations, their minds focused on the upcoming party at the Grand Palais d'Emeraude.