Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Trente-Quatre

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT - this chapter will contain sexual content. Skip the last part of the chapter in case you feel uncomfortable. This is purely fiction and not supposed to be taken educational or based on real events.

  "Your plan is to lead him somewhere and set him up," Pierre stated, seated across Charles in his office. "Yes," Charles nodded. Carlos' eyebrows were furled together, and he didn't seem sure of the plan. "There's no way you can just set him up," Carlos said. "I mean, he must have a plan if he suspects that you know about all of it. Why is he so sure that Sara hasn't told you yet?" The Spaniard said. Charles had spent the last half an hour explaining what has been happening since the start of January, telling them about the party, about Sara's father calling her into his office, telling her about how he killed Hervé Leclerc, that he'd kill Charles if she told him, and that Dennis was the spy. The three partners had spent a certain twenty minutes checking the office and the doors for any spyware, and it slowly turned Charles crazy that he couldn't say anything without being afraid that Dennis had planted a microphone or a camera somewhere that would overhear any conversation with Sara or with his partners here in his office. "I know it's not that simple," Charles continued the conversation.

"And we need to think this through properly. We need to set him up somewhere that is familiar to us, maybe one of our hangars, where we know the hallways, the spots to crawl away and hide our men in case things get violent from the start," Charles said, making Pierre nod. "We can do mine in Rouen, as far as I know, Matteo doesn't come to France often," he added. "What will you do with Sara meanwhile?" Carlos asked. "I'll get her to the safehouse with Lando," Charles said. "Isn't it a better idea to take her with you? She knows how to play her father, probably," Pierre suggested. "I don't want her there, she can get killed, for God's sake," Charles spoke, causing Pierre to raise his hands in defeat. "Didn't mean to anger you, mate, just a suggestion. She's the one who has lived with that asshole for longer than two decades, she probably knows him better than all of us," Pierre explains. "No," Charles shook his head. "My father knew him better than anyone, and that's exactly what got him killed." A silence fell between the three, but Carlos cleared his throat to speak up again.

"Get me another cup of coffee, and we'll go over a map of Gasly's hangar." Pierre and Charles agreed, and Charles got up to call for Gisele to get some more coffee. The next couple of hours were filled with discussions about how they would attack this problem. There was one goal at the end of the day, that Matteo Abril would pay with his own death. And Charles was going to be responsible for that. A large map of Pierre's hangar was rolled out over Charles' desk. Their jackets were long gone, draped over the arm of the sofa in Charles' office. Pens had drawn stripes and arrows and circles over the map, marking hallways, marking where they wanted their man. "This looks like an army operation by now," Pierre muttered. "That's because it is an army operation. Need a goddamn tank to get rid of that man," Charles muttered, causing Carlos to snicker. "It's late, my brain is empty," Carlos continued. "Has it ever been full?" Pierre asked, pretending to knock on Carlos' skull. "It's late indeed, we're not serious anymore," Charles chuckled, sitting back in his seat.

"We'll have to observe his guards, when he goes out of his office, where he has his weapons, everything. Do you know anything about it?" Pierre asked, sitting back too. He reached for the bottle of bourbon and the glass Charles had on the edge of his desk, pouring some into the glass and passing it on. It was quiet between the three as they finished the glass of liqueur. "No, I don't, but I suppose Sara does," Charles spoke up. "You could ask her, maybe give her a map, see what she knows," Carlos opted. "Yes, I will do that, later," Charles nodded. "Good," Pierre nodded. "I will get back to my hotel, I'm here till tomorrow afternoon, if you need anything. Call me before you do anything stupid," Carlos got up from his seat, making Charles nod. They shook hands, Pierre following their example. They walked out of Charles' office, and he remained seated behind his desk for a couple more minutes. He rolled up the map of Pierre's warehouse next, putting it in the locked drawer of his desk. He had only seen Sara during breakfast today, so, he hoped she was still awake, and they could catch up.