Kenneth looked back.

"No, I don't [i]suppose[/i] I [i]do. Kindly[/i], do put down the gun."

Ken's partner was evidently experienced, and had come prepared. A thing he was generally thankful for. Just... not right now.

"I reviewed the mission briefs, and set out some minor surveilance. That should be back by tomorrow morning."

Ken stood up, and looked out the window. Ah, Paris, the jewel of Europe.

"I would prefer it if we were to stop our adversaries before they leave the city. Kidnapping, blackmail, or torture are my preferred methods."