C2 Chez Casmir

For the past weeks have been trying to get some more information on "HERBS",after the death of Mademoiselle Beatrice things went back to normal in the hotel. She was replaced by a new female receptionist Clara Duke,a lady from Scotland. One would think that there would be some sort of reverence to the soul of Mademoiselle Beatrice for her mourning period but there wasn't. That's to show people deaths does not affect the running of other people's lives and businesses. So far my research on "HERBS" had been fruitless. The Internet didn't have anything important about it only the general meaning. Maybe she meant a particular herb related to Mr Nelson Benicio,maybe his favorite herbal tea or herbal food. I inquired from Mr Hector if his brother had any particular interest to herbs or usually took herbs but he gave me a negative response. A rude one for that matter. He assumed that I was fooling around and wasn't taking the case seriously but how would he know. I tried explaining the entire situation to him but he was adamant,he insisted I remained in Paris until I got useful information about his brother. To get more clues I decided to revisit the scene of the crime which would be difficult since it was kept under surveillance by the police force. I disguised myself as a worker in Chez Casmir and was granted access to the back of the building in the pretense of getting something. Having found no lead on the case,on my way back I noticed that there were hidden cameras around the opposite building. Which I was able to see with my x-ray vision glass. The manager of the building was a middle age lady Chloé Ethan who has been managing the cyber cafe for ten years. She assisted me in checking the CCTV footage of that night,the camera was unable to get a clear view of the scene but I noticed that on the man's jacket there was an inscription written "HERBS". On my way out of the managers office I bumped into the cleaner Dennis Burke who kept on glancing at me weirdly. He stopped and inquired why I was searching for the organization "HERBS". At first he was reluctant in telling me anything but eventually opened up that they were a secret organization that carries out dangerous activities and that was all he knew. I thanked him and thought to leave when he took hold if my hand and handed me a flash drive he took from his pocket. He whispered in my ear,"Early that morning after the murder I found this flash drive not far from Chez Casmir on my way to work". I took a look at the flash drive and noticed the words HERBS were written on it. I have finally gotten a great lead on this case and once again thanked him. While leaving the strangest thing happened a strange French man passed by and gently moved his hands around my waist and swiftly walked fast. I quickly searched myself if he had stolen anything or implanted anything but I found nothing. It dawn on me he was one of those weirdos who lacked decency.

I got my hotel room and brought out my laptop to quickly searched the contents of the flash drive. Firstly I did a scan on it in case if a virus that can crash my laptop. As expected the files in the flash drive were encrypted and it took a very long time to crack the code. While doing that I found an audio file that wasn't encrypted and played it. For the first ten seconds no sounds were heard and the rest of the audio contents were water waves which was quite strange. I tried scanning the audio for any hidden message inside the recording but none was found. Finally the encrypted files were accessible and it contained pictures of strange faces. Some with scars, markings and tattoos all over their bodies. There was a picture of a supposed agent whose face was covered by a mask but on its jacket was written,"EC". The next picture startled me because it was a picture of Monsieur Louis Raphael in a black suit. I took my phone and called a commissioner friend of mine that I had met in France and requested him to help me find Monsieur Louis after sending him a picture of him. It took a few days but eventually Monsieur Louis was caught and I was called to come and meet them at Jardin du Luxembourg situated in the border quarter at Boulevard Saint Michael. I got there as fast as I could and went to meet the commissioner. He had already interrogated him and couldn't get any bit of a from him since he refused to speak. I requested he tried code 5 torture,one of the most dreadful form of interrogations use on criminals which was as dreadful as the child room and was very that would get him to speak. It took time before Monsieur Louis cracked and decided to speak. He spoke up,"My real name is Derrick,a refugee in France who eventually became a citizen. I was born in the western part of Africa specifically Ghana. After my parents death,I was kidnapped and trafficked to Paris as a slave. Eventually I was free from my master and longed to returned home. At the age of twenty,I came across a man who promised me to get me a job at a company named "HERBS",I was made to undergo an oath to protect the secrets of the company. On the 23rd if January I was assigned to kidnap Mr Nelson Benicio for an important operation but Mademoiselle Beatrice got in my way. I kidnapped her only daughter and made her do whatever HERBS wanted her to do. Mademoiselle Beatrice later became a risk to the company which led to her death and to get daughter's death". After he said all that,he brought out a knife and stabbed himself. He fell down dead shocking everyone,I quickly checked his jacket and found a piece of paper which on it was written,"If you want to be save,meet me at Palais du Royal Jardin close to the Louvre museum,4 rue de Valois,1st arr Paris". The message was clearly meant for Monsieur Louis but who must have written it and Why was he finding a way to be safe. Those where the questions that kept in ringing in my head as I searched through his pockets but I found nothing,not even his phone. Strange right,who goes out without cash,cards or even a phone. The police took away his corpse while I discussed on my next mission with the Chief of Police,I needed to disguised myself as Monsieur Louis and meet the person he was meant to meet. At the back of the piece of paper, today's date was written on it and the time,6:30pm.

Dressed as Monsieur Louis or should I say Derrick,I inserted an automatic voice modifier in my throat to enable me sound like him. I arrived the place at the exact time I was supposed to and waited for thirty minutes but no sign of anyone coming. When I was about heading back,I sighted a man wearing a black suit with matching shades,who walked up to me and handed me a parcel. He whispered to me that next time I shouldn't at smart again,instructing me to deliver a parcel and returned back to the headquarters. I couldn't help myself but to inquire which head quarters,he replied back angrily,"The Eiffel Tower underground headquarters,Champ de Mars,3 avenue Anatole, password 777HERBS". He left immediately,disappearing into the shadows with no trace of where he came from and where he was going. I left the area,removed my disguise in an isolated place went back to the hotel to take a look at the parcel, examining the parcel it appeared small and heavy weight. I opened it only to behold a bomb and a piece of paper which read,"Mademoiselle Louna Clément you're dead meat",not long I could hear a ticking sound and it was coming from the bomb. I had fifteen seconds left to diffuse it. It took me a second to realize that the password to diffuse the bomb was 777HERBS. Luckily that was it and the bomb was diffuse, Mademoiselle Louna was certainly lucky that the bomb didn't reach her,now I had to find her and find out about her involvement with HERBS.