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(OOC: delfiler, it's not a real fort, just a practical one. There aren't any gates or walls or anything, just whatever I've listed.)

"Hear that?" a man looking through a scope of a sniper asked. Some of the men on the tower could hear gunshots in the distance. Mr. Johnson pulled out his radio. "Hey, are you guys firing shots?!" he asked. "Nope," Josh's voice answered, "Haven't fire a shot at all since we left, untill now," A gunshot could be heard on the radio, then it disconnected. "Senior!" a darker skinned man called, "There's some man on the bottom! Don't know what he said though." Johnson looked over the side. "Mr. Persona!" he called. He looked around for him, and saw him at the corner smoking. "Go down and see who he is," he ordered in french. The man in the blue suit glanced at him, and then over the edge. "Well then..." he responded in english with interest.

A man in a blue suit and a 30s style derby hat walked down the (ludicrous amount of) stairs. He tossed his cirgarette and walked toward the men, smirking. "Bienvenu," he greeted, in French of course, "So, what brings you to Le Tour de Eiffel? Ah, but of course, when in Paris, you just have to go there. Or, maybe you're a person-double-slayer, and you expect this place to be full of les incompetents creatures, or, what bring you to Paris in general, love perhapse? Or, my first question could have been, 'Qui a tu?'"