Standing still as the woman hugs him, Le Pimpernel laughs.
"Well Claire," he says, taking a sip of his wine, "a pleasure to see you again madamme."
Untangling himself from Claire, Le Pimpernel sits down at a circular table and motions for the others to join him.
"Now, ships are a problem you say?" he begins, "I just happen to have held on to my vessel and have been foresighted enough to secure some information and assets we may find useful."
Taking a dataslate from under his jacket, Le Pimpernel places it on the table and activates it, revealing data on convoy movements and information on a bank account containing one hundred million franks.
"Just say the word mes amis and the money can 'disappear' from that account and magically 'appear' in an account of our choosing."
He lights up a cigarette and sits back in the chair, putting his feet up on the table, waiting for the others to respond.
Quote:Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.
