een Versailles. We hadnt, so he drives us out. "
Spyder spun the Hornets metal strands, and thumbed a stud on the grip. Spring-loaded spikes popped from both ends of the weapon. The Count had explained that when a fighter destroyed an enemys sword, the spikes could be driven into the opponents mid-section as a finishing blow.
"Now, this is after midnight on Christmas Eve. In Paris. Everything is closed. Does this stop Pablo? Hell, no. He drives us all the way around Versailles until, in the back, we spot a guard gate thats open. This is too good to pass up. We sneak inside.
"Theres a guard house maybe ten feet away, and we can hear the guards inside getting juiced on Christmas cheer. They dont care that three idiots are sneaking into a national monument. Did I mention that wed been drinking?"
"I took that for granted. "
"By now, the snows stopped and theres mist everywhere. Were not drunk enough to try and bust into the palace itself, but theres acres of gardens out back. We wander back there for an hour, whispering, hoping not to set off any alarms. At times, the fog is so thick, we cant see anything, even standing next to each other. Leafless trees appear out of nowhere and then vanish again into the gloom. We sit on benches and smoke and try to peek inside the palace to see the Hall of Mirrors or where the Sun King might have shagged a mistress in secret.
"We couldnt see anything and the cold was starting to sober us up. Now were getting nervous, so we decided to get out there. Of course, when we went back, the guard door was locked. Theres nothing to do but climb one of the stone walls to get out, and the only wall low enough to climb was right by the guard shack. We started up and hoped to god
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