ASHLYN'S P.O.V
"Things aren't always what they seem, Baudelaires. It may seem like I'm speeding recklessly because I'm a taxi driver who doesn't care about traffic safety laws, but really, I'm trying to shake the car that's been following us." Kit explained as we served around the corner.
"There's a car following us?" Violet frowned, turning to look.
"I suspect it belongs to a pair of sinister villains I recently encountered on a mountain." Kit told us.
"We were there too." Klaus said.
"I know exactly where you've been Klaus Baudelaire. I wish I could have helped you all along, but ever since the schism, there have been more fires than even a Volunteer Fire Department can put out." Kit sighed as we drove past a burnt down house, still smoking slightly.
"Those look like they burned down recently." I noted.
"Our enemies are getting bolder. But the tables are about to turn, and so is this car, so hang on." Kit nodded. We swerved another corner quickly. "I know you have thousands of questions, and I wish I had time to answer them over a leisurely brunch, but our agents are already on their way to the Last Safe Place, so I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a quick debrief and a picnic in the back of a taxi. There's a picnic basket on the floor." My sibling and I looked down to see a large picnic basket at Sunny's feet.
"You said your name is Kit Snicket. We met a man named Jacques Snicket." I said carefully.
"He is my brother. And he's the reason I need your help. I received this telegram instructing all volunteers to go to the Hotel Denouement on Thursday, and it's signed with my brother's initials, 'J.S.'." Kit told us and hand me a telegram.
"We received the same telegram, but it can't be from Jacques. He's in..." I frowned.
"Yes, Baudelaires. I know my brother is in hiding. And I know you saved him. And I know he wouldn't come out of hiding yet, but I'm afraid someone is impersonating him to gather all of V.F.D in one place. We could be walking into a trap." Kit said.
"So, you need us to find out if this J.S. is a friend or an enemy." Violet concluded.
"Do you know what a flaneur is?" Kit asked.
"A person who observes their surroundings, like a spy." Klaus answered.
"Very good. Children make the best flaneurs since adults rarely pay attention to them. There's a secret compartment in the bottom of the picnic basket. Open it." Kit instructed, I Klaus lent down and did as she said.
"Uniforms?" Violet frowned.
"Disguises. Baudelaires, I need your help. I need you to infiltrate the Hotel Denouement as concierge and learn the identity of J.S. before Thursday. I have an inside man who's made all the arrangements. All you have to say is yes. Say you'll volunteer." Kit grinned.
"Of course, we will." I smiled.
"Their back." Kit sighed looking in the rear-view mirror. She swung around the next corner and turned into the vow of hedges on the side of the road. "That wasn't the route I intended to take, but here we are. The Last Safe Place." My siblings and I looked out the window to see a grand hotel with a pond in front of it. "I'll let you get into your disguises." Kit smiled, getting out the car.
"Do you think we can trust Kit?" Klaus asked.
"Since we got in her taxi, she's broken at least nine traffic safety laws, driven into a hedge, and recruited us to spy for a secret organisation. I like her." Violet smiled.
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A Second Chance
FanfictionI'm sorry to say that the story you are looking at is extremely unpleasant. It tells an unhappy tale about a very unlucky young woman and her three siblings. Even though they are all charming and clever, the Baudelaire siblings seemed to lead lives...
