Chapter 1
Kaska When the inspector was sitting in his seat, his head came to greet him. Captain Raboud took great either its new recruits, not because they were scarce, but because that his personality am obliged to take his new young embarked on this very complicated apparatus that was the law. A new world would become for these young people, their new libido. Mr. Raboud was not fifty years, he still had three years to hold. Besides, he often clung to his seat, biting the corners, edges ratified. One day indeed there were announcing his retirement for Papetti, but cheap, he clung to his busy world like sheep in a meadow, a frenzy almost incomprehensible to an official duty of the fool in Brief . During coffee breaks, a few colleagues, such as rebels, sometimes dared talk about it, discuss it without negligence, but always taking care to reveal nothing and do nothing to know. The main voice came back to the fact that the man could be good and brave, but the incidence of more coercive often recurred to the fact that man could, despite his age, climb a social level even just before his retirement . Finally a very small detail that Kaska could happen, because even if Raboud could be its leader, although he noted that big head wan was not the last of Burgundy. He could certainly play chapters chapters concerning the right to respect in accordance with all her world, in the corridors of the Quai d'Orsay, no one had twenty years and nobody believed in the wilderness within an institution such as theirs. The monkey of Borneo certainly existed, but it survived in Borneo. Although he remained an endangered species, but nevertheless remained in Borneo. Within a wildlife wild soon, but wildlife still wild, not behind four walls painted every six years to the tastes of the chief places. Kaska rose to greet him. But the junk man stopped him. "You're home laddie! This sonata blew his gaze to the Jura. The atmosphere should be calm and sunny, the merriment hearts bloom, the wind carries the leaves, the joys, the head, the Fiesta, the new year. In an office in France and in these times, the revelation came to America, because everyone now said to keep in shape, smile, be happy with his colleagues and most importantly, get to work on time. Because we said well, practicing a few exercises every day, preserved his humanoid ergonomic. It was enough to shake his fingers so as not to pinch your thumbs into his typewriter, his move head not just stick to the screen, drink plenty of coffee with colleagues to learn more about all the gossip of the box, and still eat healthily to avoid getting sick and unnecessary cost money to the company. Finally the facts and the facts that we preserve the store if we work more in a business that annually offers a gold one gram each employee does on never sick. His head seemed jovial. It was certainly rings around her eyes soft, but not for the same reasons that a heavy smoker and alcoholic excess, but simply because last night's TV kept him up late. A program forced him to do more to discard it. The die had changed, returning prostitutes on the street, complained about not having enough room to work, she also missed time, they even speak of thirty-five hours. We saw the blonde dressed in black, man woman, the woman object, the new and the fifties, a multitude of characters breaking the old wards of police, clubbing her virginity till you recover. These women were followed and were similar, circling in his mind and broke and the number of hours required for its good drive the next morning. But he still slept well, his bobone warmed his slippers beside his bed, he even dreamed of another world, fairer and clearer, less complicated. One such land filled with flowers and trees passing their time to sprout. Pink houses and nice killers. The street thug Vermilion answering for his actions, apologized to his victims and asking forgiveness from the department head. Burglars to the fifteenth arrondissement apartment for mercy to the man sitting on his throne just above them. The argument of the whole earth in nice neighborhood became commissioner by cop inadvertently. This symbol corridors transferred to Paris, to the docks of Goldsmiths, and later, at the Quai d'Orsay, just off the dock, but most important, next to the museum of the same name. His eyes were blue and reflected his youth alone. But his greatest manhood were moving toward his hands, handles gargantuan, bending the knees of each managed well, not the new rich as the dictionary sees fit, but the legs just victims of each new encounter. A greeting comfortable, the muscles of his arms soaked and stiff as iron rolled to the hammer. The blacksmith of legendary service grip. The myth of the rugged beefy high corn and beef, Canadian logger, the cowherd of the Tundra, the minor Ukrainian and Brazilian gold digger. A well regulated precariousness of which only the pleasure of carrying the cross to win legitimacy. Finally, let us nevertheless zeal, this man remained a kindness sometimes offensive, but always thinking .- Do not worry! I have not provided the copier for your first day, I have a case. The vision remained fairly Kaska time taping the mole on right cheek spread of the master. Came even sending a spasm in his right mind March. It pained even to resume his uprightness. The man handed him an almost clean record, a folded cardboard almost new, rarely used, but admittedly slightly discolored. The discovery of the case most interesting of the capital, and surely unearthed by the lord keeper of the tomb of the castle dungeons. The new archivist recently promoted had in fact found in the table of former archivist recently retired. A brand new case because usually the place of archivist, in this place, remained a priority for officers wounded or injured by their glorious past. Men using, for most If this seat as a crowbar to progress to the quarantine. Finally, the foot crane for Papetti! - This crazy! She contacted us three years ago. We have investigated and we have not noticed anything abnormal about it. Now she calls us again. I think for trifles. But we will still visit him, say hello from us relieve the doubt. In fact we are paid by the taxpayer and the taxpayer is always right. Besides, we have no choice. The leader asked the folder on the desktop, behind his back a person calling out already. The administration claimed the greatly needed because the service permanently their hand to sign pamphlets, style sheets leave, exit permits, vehicle repairs or purchases of new copiers. This made the course interesting early retirement and longer obliged to weigh the overload in lobbies, and hold it up for each month over three hundred hours of additional plug salaire.Un obviously unequal reimbursement Madame everyone, who lived always in the third, had to pay each year. - Well I leave you, write me a report in order and lay it on me my office on Friday afternoon. Okay? - Okay! The man then felt obliged to return back quickly to Kaska. Thus leaving the young left alone there. For Raboud already preparing to join another agent, and his diligent approach reflected the image of an absolute being, having resisted every change of government and ministers from fifteen years already, and a gray velvet seat which presented even the stigma of a man of exceptional. An even be having the image of French right-left and left-right. The stereotypical politician, living in rhythm time with a policy every four years playing against him and all four years with him. Namely therefore the taxpayer again, voting the first year to fourth year and left to right. So a man preserving his electorate each year of mobility within the state apparatus, also winning every election and never losing seats, and even to recover from heavy work to carry. Kaska received his office that morning, he cleaned the drawers at eight thirty. The boss appeared before him to new time, and now it was nine hours and thirty. But before opening his first record, he left his office and walked towards the coffee machine. There, a little blonde was trying to swallow a three ten times hot coffee. She read a story in bold rose water, and his expression followed the mobilities and the disillusionment of heroin. The man had noticed this little woman from the first minutes of her career, she frisked the copy machine to the fax as a fairy flower. Turquin coat around her waist and a sweater pink canopy, a true equinox permanent, joyful like a doll, and pleased that directly and without controversy newcomer .- Hello! Kaska tried hard .- Hello! - Excuse me, I reading is. You are the new is not it! Early did not know if he had to kiss him or shake his paw. So she did not move .- Yes I'm new. You are the secretary of agents is not it? His eyelashes from swallowing the hope of a prince charming. Makeup Gourmet, she knew she was the mother of all these agents, just a word, phrase, and she could guess what the man crash could locate in terms of psychology convulsive. This little lady was born thirty years back in Poitou-Charentes, she left her campaign twenty years later to seek its character, strength, and its future remains. It measured barely five feet four, but his energy took him in less than ten years, to climb a ladder and filled with icy spine as a coolant. So much to say on that bitch, that he must take to task not to be removed from the first moments .- My name is Eva! - My name is Frank! Let the love go away and the world becomes erotic phone number! The lady finally approached him and kissed him. A nice little wind, but charming little coaxing. A nice feat, gesture without pace, punctuated by the eloquence of a new secretary, but attractive as an emancipated woman and soon fifties. Afterwards, Kaska back into place. The girl resumed her reading and any man had nothing more to offer, or even to suggest. His case was waiting. The case represented a woman, a cozy little folder, the consistency of a history file in the trash or give the newcomer in the building. But before taking it down his coffee, sharpened his pencil, controlled that no agent was watching to see if the youth was spending his time lazing around, and finally, in an almost empty room, but illuminate like a yard, the new boy rushed. The woman called Umea, a Greek citizen, she moved to Paris at the age of eighteen years. Came a senseless pursuit in the modeling agencies and temporary recruitment. Queues without purpose, without laws or both. Small gazelles handpicked a disproportionate prowess in countless traffickers, mafia and crooks of all kinds. An array of artists without major powers, seeking such inaccessibility. The purpose of a life whose only connection to the success lay. The choice to overcome this monotony hereditary within one lives. This time counted at all, to successfully put his borrows paths of artistic glory. The girl was entering a golden age, she had just completed his teens and had ambitions to fame and fortune. She had conquered Paris because she knew she was different from others and his fate is sensed in ads for cosmetics, a few photos of his corpulence in fashion magazines that while everyone watches just before going to the dentist, possibly a for a fashion parade, evening dedicated solely to celebrities and one day Prince Charming came straight from Miami, the gentle lover filled her with his attentions credit card as a token of his esteem, the villa in St. Tropez, pool, vacation in Gstaad, the apartment near the Eiffel Tower and the holidays with his mother in Greece, face powder painted opaque white as talcum powder on his chest and a leather jacket of hedgehog, latest fashions in Paris, especially to the Summer in the Calanques, the story to save on heating an apartment in winter. But instead of the rhetoric, the story branched off on a path already borrowed too much. The common mortals caught up in the middle of a spanned day promotional subway. She did not break the leg of course, but after three months of testing, so one hundred and twelve castings and an appearance in a short film shot on the forecourt of the Gare du Nord and rewarded at the festival in Vannes, the beautiful young lady took aware of their finances. Money lost its value and instead of insisting the girl merely a waitress to pay the two parts ten times too expensive in central Paris. Because it does not intend to finish the street and not even on the sidewalk. Moreover, the poor merely as a tall thin never money, but loved above his quest. An affable woman for a man disappeared two months later. A short history but imbued with consequences for the man did not forget to pick up the body and little pig before closing, forever, the door behind him. But she still dreamed, fell over several seedy who took him to tour the Maxims, Silver Tower, Lippes and other establishments of the same guidebook. Large eloquence without fictitious values, credits pockets full and never enough to pay the taxi home. Finally gigolos as if it rained, from nowhere, and taking advantage of a situation without meaning because Early fact remained electrifying but penniless, as a Franciscan monk walking on St. James of Compostela. Two years later she called the special section for information. She waited twelve minutes on the phone waiting for an official of free and hung up. A week later she again tried the experiment, fell into a docile secretary. She listened patiently and ten minutes later sent to a recruit not knowing good with women. She explained her problem, the man listened well and lost half an hour. Later he asked her to wait because he had to write a report and report to their supervisor. He had also reminded the lady the next day. Kaska quickly counted the number of spelling mistakes that left the man lying on the first page. Thirty! A real sponge. Then he continued reading. The officer placed the folder on the desktop of a department head. The man went sadly on vacation on the Riviera the next day. He therefore left the matter in abeyance for a month. This holiday of July fell asleep at the wheel on back, made a difference during a turn and tumbled and crashed into his trailer on the side. Fortunately nobody was injured, the children sound, arrived in Paris he asked leave an additional less. His general promised one more month. So three months later the man returned to the office, but hardly set foot in the lobby that Captain Greg Raboud the immobilization. There was already a transfer to its beak, the man asked for a transfer to the Overseas Territories every six months, while there was work hierarchy refused, but after three months of thinking and absences Mr. Raboud broke several doors and enjoyed especially the opportunity to send even there s'yj'y am. This department head asked Papeete, Raboud offered him Cayenne. Choice even came agreed between him and the prison Saint-Pierre and Miquelon, just a nonsense to make the staff member concerned. But he still chooses hot. Before the arrival of new chef, cleaning service cleaned the office, flew back to the archives. They left him in the files undated and unclassified. He remained there, grounded for three long years before one fine day the girl tried again on return trip. She phoned through his laptop, Eva took his service, listened while eating an apple, half an hour later she was rummaging in the archives, she also let herself nicely done by the new archivist the man lay between two stacks of book, like the bookstore, stripped it of its property for half an hour, the quick, and finally, an hour and a half later she filed the folder on the desktop to the master it, offered it for half an hour later at Kaska. This time, the public is moved back. The record had only a page. Kaska estampa in two more. Consistency, mustard, the file grew thicker, the adventure was gathering momentum. His colleague was certainly nothing written that something definite had entered the apartment and was left Umea, but he had nevertheless not forget to omit the most important man fortunately had written the address and was most emphasized in bold. So a name, street and city. This paradox then made the case even more attractive and certainly less complicated than it should be supposed to be. Moreover Kaska was delighted. Half an hour later he could finally leave this institution or ministers and bankers find the air of the street. He could even take the bus, the ticket was offered him by the taxpayer.
