11:15AM, Paris, France. The mid day sun shines down on the luxurious courtyard as tourists mull about trying to figure out how they can take pictures of themselves holding up the glass pyramid. The laughter of children and the distant lilt of accordion buskers fill the air with a pleasant atmosphere. James just hoped the two sounds were unrelated.
“God, I’m tired, why the hell did we drive to the fucking Louvre? I absolutely hate road trips, and your little classic car does not feel good on my ass for five hours. Where did you even learn how to drive? India?” The exhausted James slumped back onto the bench.
“Come on, lets go, why would you complain about sitting for hours and then just want to sit around some more? We’re wasting this excellent opportunity.” Arthur Miles stared at James in disbelief. “This is what happens when I grant your request, I told you last time we wouldn’t take the car off the bridge, so, since we have a car, we might as well go to a destination much farther than one we’ve been to before.”
“I told you already, I haven’t said anything to you about your stupid car, you used to drive it off a bridge immediately, but now you took me on this long-ass trip to bloody France. I’m thinking about having you wreck your stupid car just so I don’t have to sit through that again.” James got up and dusted off his suit. “So, What are we going to do here? Steal the Mona Lisa? Because I can’t think of anything else important enough to require the bureau to come out here.”
The two men in suits walked slowly towards the main entrance. Two 180cm tall men, two grey suits, one briefcase, one leather satchel, one bowler hat, one moustache, and four Oxfords made up the only known branch of The Infinity Bureau.
