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standing on the top of the tallest building in Paris. From here, they could see the whole city. A strong metal fence protected them from the empty air. Even if you were crazy enough to want to throw yourself off, you couldn’t. There was no way anyone could squeeze themselves through that fence. Not even Grk was small enough to get through the holes.
Tourists were lingering by the balcony, taking photos of the view or looking through one of the solid metal telescopes that watched over Paris.
Tim, Max and Natascha stared at the fence, the view and the long drop to the ground.
“This is hopeless,” said Natascha. “We can’t run. We can’t hide. There’s nowhere to go. What are we going to do?”
“I’ve got an idea,” said Tim.
The others turned to look at him.
Tim pointed at Natascha’s backpack. “Open your bag.”
Chapter 22
The lift stopped on the top floor of the Eiffel Tower. The door opened. Colonel Zinfandel walked out, followed by four bodyguards.
They were wearing black suits, white shirts and black ties.
If you had seen them in the street, you might have imagined that they were ordinary businessmen, hurrying toward a meeting. But if you got into a fight with them, you would know immediately that there was nothing ordinary about these men. They were highly trained killers.
The four bodyguards appeared to be unarmed, but appearances can be deceptive. Each of them was actually carrying a Glock 19 pistol in a leather holster under his left arm.
As you probably know, the Glock 19 is the ideal weapon for bodyguards. It is small enough that it can be worn in a concealed holster, but big enough to do some serious damage to an opponent.
In a curt tone, Colonel Zinfandel delivered his orders to the four bodyguards. They divided into two groups. Two went to the left. The other two followed Colonel Zinfandel to the right. They walked briskly, looking around, searching for the assassins.
The terrace was packed with tourists, who were standing by the balcony, staring at the amazing views over Paris. Some were taking photos. Others were peering through binoculars and telescopes.
Colonel Zinfandel and his soldiers glanced quickly at each of the tourists. They knew exactly what they were looking for. Three children and a dog. They weren’t interested in anyone else. Which was why they took no notice of a fat man standing by the balcony.
He was staring at the view, so they could only see his back, but they didn’t bother coming closer to look at his face. They were searching for children and dogs, not fat men.
If Colonel Zinfandel or his soldiers had bothered to stop and taken a longer look at the fat man, they wouldn’t have been fooled so easily. They would have seen immediately that he had some strange kinks in his body. Then they would have noticed that he was wearing some extremely unusual clothes. He had a blanket draped around his shoulders, for instance. His shoes were unexpectedly small for a man with such a large body. And as for his face … Well, if the soldiers had decided to come a little closer and peer at the fat man’s face, they would have seen that he didn’t look like a man at all.
But they just gave him a quick glance, nothing more, and then moved onward, searching for children and dogs.
As soon as they had gone past, the fat man fell to pieces.
Chapter 23
The fat man’s head dropped toward the floor. His back broke in half. His body became four bodies.
He wasn’t really a fat man. He was actually a girl, two boys and a dog wrapped in a long brown blanket.
Natascha had been sitting on Max’s shoulders. Tim and Grk had been crouching at his feet. They had taken the blanket from Natascha’s backpack and wrapped it around themselves.
Now they had to run.
Natascha reached for the blanket, but Max pulled her away.
“There isn’t time,” he hissed. “Leave it!”
Natascha dropped the blanket. She knew Max was right. They had a few seconds, nothing more. And then the
Tourists were lingering by the balcony, taking photos of the view or looking through one of the solid metal telescopes that watched over Paris.
Tim, Max and Natascha stared at the fence, the view and the long drop to the ground.
“This is hopeless,” said Natascha. “We can’t run. We can’t hide. There’s nowhere to go. What are we going to do?”
“I’ve got an idea,” said Tim.
The others turned to look at him.
Tim pointed at Natascha’s backpack. “Open your bag.”
Chapter 22
The lift stopped on the top floor of the Eiffel Tower. The door opened. Colonel Zinfandel walked out, followed by four bodyguards.
They were wearing black suits, white shirts and black ties.
If you had seen them in the street, you might have imagined that they were ordinary businessmen, hurrying toward a meeting. But if you got into a fight with them, you would know immediately that there was nothing ordinary about these men. They were highly trained killers.
The four bodyguards appeared to be unarmed, but appearances can be deceptive. Each of them was actually carrying a Glock 19 pistol in a leather holster under his left arm.
As you probably know, the Glock 19 is the ideal weapon for bodyguards. It is small enough that it can be worn in a concealed holster, but big enough to do some serious damage to an opponent.
In a curt tone, Colonel Zinfandel delivered his orders to the four bodyguards. They divided into two groups. Two went to the left. The other two followed Colonel Zinfandel to the right. They walked briskly, looking around, searching for the assassins.
The terrace was packed with tourists, who were standing by the balcony, staring at the amazing views over Paris. Some were taking photos. Others were peering through binoculars and telescopes.
Colonel Zinfandel and his soldiers glanced quickly at each of the tourists. They knew exactly what they were looking for. Three children and a dog. They weren’t interested in anyone else. Which was why they took no notice of a fat man standing by the balcony.
He was staring at the view, so they could only see his back, but they didn’t bother coming closer to look at his face. They were searching for children and dogs, not fat men.
If Colonel Zinfandel or his soldiers had bothered to stop and taken a longer look at the fat man, they wouldn’t have been fooled so easily. They would have seen immediately that he had some strange kinks in his body. Then they would have noticed that he was wearing some extremely unusual clothes. He had a blanket draped around his shoulders, for instance. His shoes were unexpectedly small for a man with such a large body. And as for his face … Well, if the soldiers had decided to come a little closer and peer at the fat man’s face, they would have seen that he didn’t look like a man at all.
But they just gave him a quick glance, nothing more, and then moved onward, searching for children and dogs.
As soon as they had gone past, the fat man fell to pieces.
Chapter 23
The fat man’s head dropped toward the floor. His back broke in half. His body became four bodies.
He wasn’t really a fat man. He was actually a girl, two boys and a dog wrapped in a long brown blanket.
Natascha had been sitting on Max’s shoulders. Tim and Grk had been crouching at his feet. They had taken the blanket from Natascha’s backpack and wrapped it around themselves.
Now they had to run.
Natascha reached for the blanket, but Max pulled her away.
“There isn’t time,” he hissed. “Leave it!”
Natascha dropped the blanket. She knew Max was right. They had a few seconds, nothing more. And then the
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