Montmartre. The place where sin reveled in luxury, and the young came into contact with squalor. It felt just like home back in Nassau. The twisting alleys, and dark corners all gave me no alarm, as I knew exactly where I was going, and how to handle any ruffians. Drunks were not a threat, and the occasional mugger would be a simply job. The place I chose to visit was not too low and not too extravagant. It was simple. And it was the perfect place to stake out my target.
Captain Retep Madasa
Captain Retep Madasa