Back in Blue...

I is back in Paris, baby, oooooh yeah.
I can finally continue my plotting against the French, and possibly also steal a tank and try to invade this lil' town... Like Mike. Only more successful :D (From Spaced.... In case you hadn't seen it... It is a highly recomended series!)
Anyway... The general population does think it is rather useful to know when and where their employers are coming home, right? Or is it just me, being weird?
Because when you send a message 3 or 4, and they come home 10.... Without a word....
Maybe it's my super-sensitive necromancing/mad scientist genes that are twitching?
oh...
And there they came...

Better close this bad stitching up, then...