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Hans Ernst Varner ([info]heil_hans) wrote in [info]vie_en_guerre,
@ 2008-01-25 22:01:00
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Current mood: contemplative

Fun and Games
Who: Hans and Marie-Pierre
When: night, after this visit to the cafe
Where: The Duck Nest
Rating: PG-13
Complete
Summary: Discussion of the situation with Le Passant and other such troublesome matters

Hans felt pleased with the way things had gone. They'd efficiently warned Genevieve of the danger to Le Passant, and in a way that hopefully did nothing to implicate either himself or Marie-Pierre. Provided the Fraulein didn't handle things in a stupid or panicky manner, all should be well. And she hadn't been managing to stay in business by being stupid, Hans thought. So he was fairly optimistic about her chances. Perhaps more importantly than the warning, however - Hans had discovered that he and Marie-Pierre worked well together. They picked up on each other's signals and set things up just right. Furthermore, Hans found himself enjoying the game. It was a bit like playing chess - with much higher stakes.

These things on his mind, Hans wandered towards the Duck Nest. He never went there directly, rather taking a slightly different and meandering route each time. Just as a precaution. When at last he arrived, he stood out in the street as he had on his first night coming here, and looked up towards the window for sight of Marie-Pierre.



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