Post by Jean Jondrette on Sept 6, 2008 23:14:51 GMT -5
Jean went to one of the private carriages in the back of their house and told one of the livery men that he was taking one and driving it himself. The servant was confused, but gave no objection to his master's request. Putting his suitcase in the back of the carriage, he took his place on the driver's seat and commanded the horses to go.
The ebony horses strode down the narrow driveway and into the paved street, heading in the direction of Notre-Dame, a few blocks away from the Jondrette home. Jean was intending to go to Hana's apartment, which was the other way, but he wanted to make sure no one knew where he went. It wasn't for his sake really, but for Hana's. The Marquis wasn't an idiot who didn't know what his wife did in her spare time and her projects, her involvement with assassinations in the past and what he was capable of. She could send a sloth or a spy to find out were he went after he left the house that morning and find out where Hana was and do some seriously damage.
Even if there was little chance of that happening, Jean didn't want to take any chances and continued down the false route. After a while he passed the architectural wonder that was Notre-Dame de Paris, he headed towards the Opera Populaire, which was one of the sites he saw when he went to Hana's home. Arriving at the Opera, Jean took the carriage and gave it to one of the livery men, saying he was staying at the Opera with an old friend. His story passed because for one, the carriage did not have his emblem, and two, he was not in formal attire and did not look the way people normally saw him, so he was not recognized.
After getting rid of the carriage, but taking his suitcase from the back, Jean walked out onto the public sidewalk and into a large crowd of people. When he was able to, Jean headed into an alley that led to a back road which passed behind Hana's apartment building. Seeing the tall structure over the other buildings, Jean headed towards it, hoping that Hana was waiting for him with open arms.
The ebony horses strode down the narrow driveway and into the paved street, heading in the direction of Notre-Dame, a few blocks away from the Jondrette home. Jean was intending to go to Hana's apartment, which was the other way, but he wanted to make sure no one knew where he went. It wasn't for his sake really, but for Hana's. The Marquis wasn't an idiot who didn't know what his wife did in her spare time and her projects, her involvement with assassinations in the past and what he was capable of. She could send a sloth or a spy to find out were he went after he left the house that morning and find out where Hana was and do some seriously damage.
Even if there was little chance of that happening, Jean didn't want to take any chances and continued down the false route. After a while he passed the architectural wonder that was Notre-Dame de Paris, he headed towards the Opera Populaire, which was one of the sites he saw when he went to Hana's home. Arriving at the Opera, Jean took the carriage and gave it to one of the livery men, saying he was staying at the Opera with an old friend. His story passed because for one, the carriage did not have his emblem, and two, he was not in formal attire and did not look the way people normally saw him, so he was not recognized.
After getting rid of the carriage, but taking his suitcase from the back, Jean walked out onto the public sidewalk and into a large crowd of people. When he was able to, Jean headed into an alley that led to a back road which passed behind Hana's apartment building. Seeing the tall structure over the other buildings, Jean headed towards it, hoping that Hana was waiting for him with open arms.