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[h1]Unease and determination, two unlikely bedfellows[/h1][/center][hr][hr]

Conrad wondered as this scene unfolded before him whether he looked as crazy as this old man did from day to day. He had seen the look before of course, on countless faces. On his own face staring back at him, reflected in the remains of shattered windows. A look of horror, despair. He couldn't say for sure what this old man was seeing at that moment, but a feeling in the air told Conrad that it was real: Or at least had been at some point in time. Yes, this man was a kindred spirit, Conrad only hoped that he had managed to retain a few more marbles in his head.

However, it wasn't the phantom haunting this old man that held the blonde Brit's attention, but rather what he had implied just before.

"I [i]don't[/i] have one -- not [i]anymore[/i] at least..."

Somehow, if there had been a previous set of invitations sent out by Lucifer Van Bonaparte he suspected it would have been international news. Sure, there was likely a Non Disclosure Agreement involved with anything Conrad was going to witness that day, but what sort of NDA could hold someone back from spilling the beans on the most reclusive figure in modern society? There was always the chance that the old man had been lying, but... That notion was an absurd one. It had been him after all that brought up the letter, not Conrad.

His thoughts were interrupted by Dietfried regaining his composure though, and as the old man turned to leave without another word Conrad scrambled to his feet to do the same. He had many questions... yet at the same time a strong desire for this conversation to be over. So, in spite of his unease at the whole situation, he had turned to leave himself when the man let out a final request:

"One more question...Was there an 'escort point' included in the letter...?[i] Where[/i] is it...?"

Conrad turned to look at the man once more, conflicted on what his response should be. True, he thought the old man at least somewhat crazy, but he hadn't seemed [i]dangerous[/i] in spite of it. Would it be safe to let him know where the escort was? Could this man be intent on harming the people there? Conrad doubted it, considering his own present safety, but still... He at least didn't want the mousy girl he had met earlier to come to harm. 

"[color=f26522]Assuming you aren't planning to hurt anyone there...[/color]"

Still unsure of himself, Conrad resolved that if he had any bad vibes about this decision he could just alert the authorities that some madman might be going to try something at the airport. Even as unlikely as it was, surely the authorities would treat an airport threat seriously in these modern times. Besides, if this man was a kindred spirit as he thought... 

"[color=f26522]... It's at the [i]Charles de Gaulle[/i]. [i]Viel Glück, Herr.[/i][/color]"

With that Conrad turned away once more and began traversing the streets of Paris at a much more relaxed pace than before. The encounter just now had filled him with a hundred times the unease that he had felt at the beginning of the day- and yet also a determination. There was... something strange surrounding this [i]Bonaparte[/i], whether natural or supernatural, it all pointed to one possibility that Conrad couldn't ignore.

That his wish could possibly be granted.