CLAUDIA ARMAND. P Paris France. Claudia stood there, tapping her high heel impatiently against the hard tile floors of the condo Periere in south Paris, a red lip stick stained cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth, a gun in her hand. She had on nothing but the lingerie which she had worn since last night. Her vibrantly red hair pinned up loosely and messily and her auburn eyes staring into the mans whose arm she had been on last night. "For my service you will pay me" she said blankly, pointing the gun at the mans head whom she had cuffed up this morning to his bed. This was a routine for her.. and she thought it might have gone more smoothly, but apprently not. This man was just a little bit more smart than the rest of them... this was her job, she would get dressed up after she was booked, and go out with a man something like an escort, she was to pretend as if she slept with him, but actually drug up their drink, have them pass out and wake up not remembering anything, she would then convince them she had slept with them, take their money and go. One might think it was easier to just take their money while they were sleeping, but sometimes it didnt work out like that, sometimes they would wake up and she would have to convince them which was normally very easy.. not with this one. "I know how it feels to be drugged and I was drugged last night! you wont be getting a penny from me!" the man protested, struggling against cuffs which bound him to the bed. Claudia smirked, ashing her cirgarette "Do you know the difference between a gun that is loaded and one thats not? .. they weigh just about the same and its hard to tell... but I gaurantee you.. it is loaded and ready.. I have no problem blowing your face off" she informed him, as calm as can be. The mans eyes widened, he was sweating.. nervous. "You will pay for this!" he screamed, before begining to curse her in french -of course she understood every word. "You will pay.. I never go down. You will go down for harboring prostitution ... how would that look in the tabloids pier?" she asks the man, a raise of her eyebrow, watching him struggle against his binds. This man was famous around France, his uncle was a high political figure. She began walking around the condo, looking outside to see a black phantom pull up -its windows tinted. "My ride is here.. you can either avoid public humiliation and just give me the money and not say a word of this.. or you can be killed.. if not by me then by Armand... choose wisely." The man was panicking now, but she could tell he was giving in, she smirked. "Where is the money?" After a few moments the man sighed "In the safe.. in the walk in closet just down the hall" He said quietly. She immediately made her way to the closet. finding the safe and bringing it out and on to the bed "Combination." She said flatly. "1,3,5,2" Pier informed her and she immediately opened it. "Take only what I owe you!" he screamed at her. She only smirked, putting four stacks of money into her purse "you are in no position to give orders.. for the trouble Im also taking this diamond ring." She spoke lowly and with a giggle, putting it on her ring finger. There was a knock at the door, and she closed the vault, before looking in the peep hole and then opening it, 2 men assigned as her body guards came inside. Locking the door behind them "Is he giving trouble Madame?" the bigger one asked. "A little.. but hes paid.. we may leave." She informed them both, before slipping into a little black dress and heading out of the room. "Thank you for your sevice" she yelled behind her. "Wait! that ring is for my fiancee'!" he yelled behind him but the door already closed behind her and the 2 men. They left him there cuffed to the bed, before making their way out of the building and into the car. She would be taken immediately to Armand. **** She was taken to one of his Condos -he had 5 here in France, 2 in the U.S and one in Florence -a busy man with lots of business to handle. "You are late." He mumbled as her heard the door lock behind her, he stared out the window to the busy streets of France. "Yes well that man was smarter than others.. he knew he was drugged.. but I highly doubt if he will say anything" she informed him before dumping the money on the bed for some girls who were in it to count. Of course he didnt question this, Armand only fucked with clients who had shit to lose. Armand Adored Claudia and would never make her have sex with the men unlike the other girls he pimped out. "Yes well.. I hope you got more for the trouble" Armand said as he made his way over to the kitchen where she poured herself some coffee "Of course.." she spoke softly, sipping the coffee quietly. "The cops are becoming hot on our trail.. but they will never have any evidence to convict.. thats what foot soldiers are for... it just gets annoying every time someone reports something to me" Foot soldiers were those that did the dirty work for Armand. Taking the girls to their destinations, putting the clubs under their names which he owned.. every thing. His prints were never on anything. "Exactly.. so dont worry about it.. they should just stop trying.." Claudia answered, placing the mug down. Armand smirked, sitting down at a table on the balcony and lighting a Cigar "I like to watch them try.. they can die trying". Armand was never worried about the police.. France's police were a joke.. and a lot of them were crooked anyways. Armand was normally cool and collected about everything.. but he was a killer at heart -cold blooded, he cared not about most people, no respect for anyone except himself and his business. His personal life was X and his business was Y and he never mixed the two.. but from where someone else was sitting just looking at him it probably looked 110% different. He was clean cut and very handsome.. but he had to do what he had to do to ensure he lived a lavish life. Even shed a little blood, sell a few girls, own a few illegal businesses.. thats just the way his world worked. To him you were either on the bottom or the top. It was irreversible. ****** Trenton New Jersey. A few select grade A agents had been summoned into the 'Movie Room' as some call it, because of the big projector which was just as big as any IMAX movie screen -normally used for rookies who were briefed on what the cans and cannots when being an FBI agents -the stuff they don’t tell you in school or when being briefed on when a team was being sent out on a mission for high profile suspects. This time it was definitely the second option. As soon as all men were present, Anthony Ramos, who was the CEO of this division, came on the stage and the projector came on, the lights dimming. "Good morning men... and women" he said playfully teasing Monica, who was the only woman on this particular team, everyone chuckled a little, even Monica who knew it was only in good fun. "I’m sure you all got your papers faxed to your offices about coming here, the ones who aren’t present obvious need to check their Fax more often but hey, what can you do?.. There are about... 15 out of 25 who are supposed to be here so I’m just going to start and they will just have to study the papers that will be FAXED after the presentation. This also made the team snicker -they hated reading the papers, presentations were always better. "So let’s begin... France's federal agency has reached out to us in hopes of capturing this man" he said, pointing at the screen. There stood Armand, a mug shot from a few years ago, he was smirking like the confident bastard that he is. "In case you guys haven’t heard of him this is Armand Desoire'' " Agent Ramos said in his best French accent which was horrible and the agents chuckled at it as they began to write their notes. "Charming bastard isn’t he? he was arrested here in the U.S when his parents sent him over here for a better education.. He was well off... until he suddenly dropped out of medical school because he wanted 'more' than what the American dream could offer him -and quicker" he went on, his hands behind his back. "He was arrested for conspiracy to commit murder... but got off... his parents hired the best lawyer in town and he was out on the streets within a few weeks, however with his visa revoked he was immediately sent back to France where he met this woman" The screen immediately lit up with a picture of Claudia, she was walking her pure white poodle in a figure flattering black ensemble and laced up high heels. "Claudia Le' Beau ... She has never been arrested a day in her life but she deserves to be... she could be tied into MANY murders committed by Armand and his little foot soldiers... he runs a cocaine business and a prostitution business... we aren’t sure whether or not he sells her also but she’s been spotted on the arms of many men.. She might just be a gold digger who knows? All we know is that if you see her Armand is normally not far... and if you get her then 9 out of 10 chance you will get him too" Ramos explained. "Why don’t they just go in and arrest this guy and her?!" An officer yelled after raising his hand. "Because they have nothing on them... and People are afraid to talk... victims are afraid to talk... they have only had about ... 6 out of... probably around 600 victims come out and say something.. And that’s not enough they need concrete proof that’s where we come in... Also, Armand is a smart man and can sniff a French FBI agent out very quickly, they have tried before and failed... apparently they need better enforcement if they are paying the U.S to come in and do something about it... your mission is to go in there.. You will be disguised... as wealthy men coming for business... whether it be cocaine, prostitution, gun trade... and while there get as much evidence... take pictures, record things, wire yourself anything.. Gain their trust first... and then I’m sure it will all come pouring in... Also... don’t underestimate the woman... we’ve heard she can be very deceiving herself... and can easily seduce a man… don’t fall for it.” Agent Ramos informed them, again james raised his hand “Can we sleep with her at least? I mean damn!” this of course made everyone laugh again, Agent Ramos only rolled his eyes “Absolutely not.. see that’s exactly why Im picking the guy who will serve as the client… there will only be 2 because if too many 'new clients' come in at once it might look suspicious and that’s why only 2 of you will really be on scene and the rest will reside in condos set up for you.. We are sending so many just in case something goes wrong and back up is needed... You’ll take notes behind the scenes. Lukas youll be the Client.. because youre the youngest male and you just look like trouble" he teased the man, the others laughed in agreement. "Youll go in.. say your looking for business.. maybe an escort? to accompany you to a party... say you want Claudia and that youve heard much about her.. gain her trust.. continue business with them.. order in things like cocain.. guns.. anything you can supply as evidence.. you will be accompanied on all your foot work Jay youre partner.. he'll act as nothing but a good friend ... you are there for a few months on a political business trip but will return to the states soon... thats youre story.. all expenses will of course be paid for. The rest of you stay in the background and out of sight.. got it? everything straight?... remember.. this man may seem charming but he is a cold blooded killer and cares for nothing or no one but how hes going to get his next check.. his net worth is estimated at around 300 million american dollars now tell me does it seem he gives a damn if upping it to 400 mill ment ending your life? not at all.. so be careful.. youll be leaving tomomrrow.. youre all dismissed."