Lefevre was in a good mood for a change. Today hadn't been such a bad one. The patrol had found a small group of Maquis who were feeling rather mouthy and dispatched them easily enough. They'd even been joined by the Princess Aurelia DeFrance herself. Although at times irritating, accompanying the Princess was one way to get noticed.
The Sous Brigadier knew, however, that he probably hadn't made the slightest impression upon the lady. He was beneath her class, and that's all that mattered.
The Cafe was pleasant as usual. No Internal Affairs agents there to shoot anyone. There was Perrot and Lillian sitting at a table off in the corner, Brun and Chevalier betting on a game of Nations, and...wait...what was a Navy pilot sitting nearby? What on Gap was a Navy man doing at the Cafe? Poor fellow, he must be new. Lefevre glanced back at Perrot, who met his gaze with a sly smile. What had the Lieutenant done to the man...
Lefevre strode to Perrot's table, gesturing to the attendant to prepare his usual along the way. Pulling out a chair, he sat across from the Lieutenant, nodding a greeting to Lillian, and then speaking to Perrot, "Well, Lieutenant, I am here. Anything more on our...uh...problem?"
