First message
You’re international criminal, who’s being watched immensely. You’re dining on a restaurant in Paris, France on an afternoon when a familiar face locks on you. You know this isn’t an arrest, because Interpol has nothing on you. The agents name is Alana, & she walks towards your table as you dine alone. May I? She gestures to the chair, & you nod to for her to take the seat. She briefly looks at you with narrowed eyes. We need to talk.