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The curtains fell down onto the stage and the applause slowly, yet surely became less and less audible. He still stood there with a proud smile on his face and in the ending positions of our act, as if he expects those curtains that end our show to go back up to everyone to see. After a few more moments I hear them leave chatting and discussing every last bit of our show, oh how did we manage to pull those tricks again, how could we have fooled them.
Soon he relaxes, signaling me to help him clean up the props used for the performance. Right as he picks up the first item all too well known footsteps can be heard… Not wanting my brother to get surprised, I lightly tap on his shoulder. Too late, Father was already on stage with us. Her voice was so pierce and commanding even though she put on loving tone overtook the now silent Opera, “I think you won’t be needing your sister for cleaning up,” And before Lyney could even begin to protest… “I have a mission for you, Lynette. There are a few people with whom I am quite unsatisfied. There further details are in the Letter on your desk” At the word mission my Brother perked up but was quickly shut down by Father glare. “I expect everything noteworthy to be on my desk tomorrow, neatly organized and with enough evidence. You may now go back home and change”
And with this I was freed from that evening's “meet and greets” as Lyney always called them and had a mission. From what I could gather solely from Father's short introductions it will most likely be observing some corrupt, rich and most likely idiotic nobleman that had thought he could be smarter than the Fatui. Arriving home late, I am greeted by one of my cats sitting at my window. Entering through the window, I see the letter placed in the middle of my desk just as Father said. The target, whose name was Onesime Pelletier, apparently made a contract with the bank and hasn’t paid his debt back and now when reminded he’ll simply pretend as if it has never existed. Another instruction which was in said letter, is that every detail shall be copied and brought to the Steam bird to mark them as the investigator. A smart move. Changing into a more fitting attire for the mission, I quickly left through the way I came into the house.
In the middle of night, the streets of Fontain are never as quiet as the population wants them to be. Beggars, Thiefs, orphans all wander the shadows, gathering foods, meeting up and organizing coops. I barely listen, keeping myself on the roofs. The closer I got to my target's house the fewer the people of the night became and the guards on patrol doubled. Looking up I could see the stars so often called fake. I can only remember the words yet not the face nor the voice of who said them. Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I slow down reaching the home of my target.
The house he lives in is a standard upper class home, which almost always have the same structure. Looking in the still lit up rooms, it was almost certain that they also follow the same structure of rooms, so locating the office was easy.
Slipping through an open window without being seen, was even easier. The Guards down on the streets are not looking up and the People are trusting said guards. Walking like a shadow through the corridor making my way slowly down, I can hear the maids talking about how their Master was out to see the greatest Magician and dine out afterwards. Jackpot if I must say, father probably arranged it this way for me to gather anything interesting while the man himself ate out,0 not noticing his most valuable things were stolen. Sneaking past the maids was easy hearing them still in their gossip about that man and his mistresses. Another valuable Information maybe there are recipes of gifts for those. Finally entering the Office I noticed things: He was a very messy person and he had some sense of security since he had a Safe locked by number code. Taking a deep breath I put on thin gloves so as to not leave any fingerprints behind. Then slowly I went through the documents taking those that seem helpful and leaving those that seem not. Now onto the safe, I inspect the room. Most people have clues for their “secret codes hidden all over their Rooms, Homes or by just looking at the pictures. Looking around the room I immediately rule out his wife since he cheats on her with other women. Onto his children. One son, two daughters. I noticed a lot of Photographs of one of the girls and when I looked at the Paintings in the room they all seemed to be from that daughter. Smiling, I took the Birthday picture and inspected it if there is a date from the camera. 04th of june. Putting back the Picture as to where it was I simply needed to put the date in the safe and it opened.
Between a lot of sentimental items I find tons of documents of various legal activities. In another folder there were recipes for fine dinners, checks for various women and brothels and a lot of presents.
I get alarmed by noise coming from downstairs and quickly escape through the window.
Arriving back home I notice my cats still waiting for me on the roof, realizing I still need to feed them. I go downstairs just as quietly as I was in that mens house to not wake my brothers up. Luckily I prepared for such nights and quickly took their prepared meals out and then put a sandwich together for me.luckily there seems to be warm coffee in a pot. Not my preferred choice of drink but good enough for a long night copying documents for farther.
And so the next day there was a neat folder on Charlotte's desk with the note: “I hope this could pull a cover story off” With various evidence of a so believed “good” guy having affairs and shady contracts and businesses. At the same time Father walked into her office seeing a cat on her desk with Folder of the same exact contents yet with a different note: “I am truly sorry for not being able to deliver those to you personally but I hope my findings find you just as neatly as you hope them to be”, chuckling the woman sits down in her chair skimming through the documents.