I walked slowly down the streets of Paris. I was ready for anything. Anything from a sharknado to a brony mob...but I wasn't quite prepared for what happened next... "Well hello, agent (f/n) (l/n)." I heard a young man say behind me. I quickly turned around to kick this person, assuming that it was Bratt. I quickly stopped as I saw the face of my French friend that I had met over the internet. "Oh my God, Vincent, you scared me!" I laughed as I hugged him tightly. "Who did you think I was? You were in full alert mode and I'm probably lucky you didn't kill me.." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I honestly thought you were Bratt..." I said as I rocked back on my heels. "Wow, okay then." He smiled. "Speaking of Bratt, what do you think he does to get his bubble gum to do what it does?" He asked. "I'm not sure. But oh, what I wouldn't give to find out..." I said as I clenched my fists tightly. "Well...what if we could go see?" He asked as a smile slowly lit up his face. "Vincent, what are you talking about? What are you going to do this time??" I asked, starting to get suspicious. "Well...I've got a plan!" He cheered. "Me too! You stay home and leave the hard work to me! I've got this and there's a reason you weren't chosen to be an AVL member. Deal with it." I said with a small snicker. "Fine! Whatever! Go guard the stupid diamond or whatever! I guess I'll break into Bratt's lair myself!" He said, standing a bit taller. "Vincent, are you crazy?! He'd kill you in a heartbeat!!" I shouted. "No! I can't let you do that...I love you too much to let that mullet-headed purple idiot kill you.." I said. "Wow, okay." He said as if what I just told him had no meaning at all. "I'm going to the museum to wait on Bratt. Try breaking in, and I'll kill you if he doesn't. Deal?" I practically demanded. "Okay.. fine, deal." He said, crossing his arms in protest. "Good Vincent!" I said as I pet him like a dog. "Get off, or the deal's off..." He groaned. "Okay, fine, whatever," I said, mimicking him. 'that idiot's gonna get himself killed one of these days...' I thought. "mon Dieu, Vincent..." I mumbled.
