"Roger Descombes? L'Anglais ont un sens de l'humour étrange." Jean chuckled as he thumbed through the sheaf of papers containing the man he was to become, oddly enough he found himself pleasantly surprised by the [i]Allemand[/i] wine. The file was extensive, records of known associates, business partners, investors, friends, family... a wife, Elaine, two children, Claude and Pierre, the family dog and a mistress. It seemed like his employers had snatched up a real man's life and gave it to him to play with as he pleased, though he was certain that wasn't the case. Once he was finished glancing over the file, he replaced the cover sheet and traced his finger along the edge of his glass while staring at the tools that would be implemented to see their task through to it's bloody end.

"An accident is not the only way Sebastien Hirsch could meet his end; suicide is always an option." The thought of being close to the Danish femme fatale for this mission did a little more than pique his interest, he might have some time to pick at her brain and see what secrets lurked inside. "For instance, strangulation from a garrote wire can look similar to hanging. Perhaps the deceased could have been [i]beset[/i] with guilt and saw no alternative but to take his own life. A bit of melodrama and viola!" His fingertips snaked for the piano wire and wooden handle and then fell on the grip of the revolver.

"If getting too close doesn't sound inviting, then we could make this look like a [i]murder[/i]... armed burglars in the night?" He polished off what wine remained in his glass and turned to Stavrou to gauge how he felt about both ideas. The wooden grip of the .38 Smith & Wesson looked much smaller than the .455 Webley he had once handled on the firing range and only chambered five rounds instead of six. Instead he opted for the Fairbairn-Sykes knife, a weapon he had used leading up to his capture. Examining the blade closely, Jean smiled and set it back with the folding blade.

"But before we can do the deed, we have some homework to do." Jean turned to Astrid and grinned.