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CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2: The Embassy

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Cobblestone paths dappled with sun, blue snow flowers where a butterfly had paused, the sea that impossible blue you only see in postcards — Maren said her reluctant goodbyes to the south and boarded the train back to Paris.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 98aeb8a6

She'd been in Paris for over a year now, nearly halfway through her master's.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.f2b7c00f Like most students studying abroad, she could count on one hand the number of times she'd been home.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.6f917050] Most breaks looked exactly like this one — short trips to somewhere new.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-303f339a

She lived in her apartment two blocks from campus.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©68b83244/May 21, 2026 Her original roommate was a girl from Japan; aside from one sighting at the start of the semester, she'd vanished.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.729e8e5e] Turned out she'd dropped out.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (2a339fbc/Thu) So Maren had a double all to herself.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.cd108fbd

On her laptop sat the experimental analysis her advisor had kicked back.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ··8b08766d Maren's focus was child psychology — experiments meant outwitting kids all day, and post-experiment life meant going back and forth with her advisor on endless revisions.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹def6f37b›

She fired off the revised analysis right at the deadline, then leaned back and rolled her neck, eyes closed, working out the tension with her fingers.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·bca0cc13· Recharging.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ #a952d5d5

By the time she stepped out of the study lounge, it was almost dusk.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·cee7c186 The lounge sat on a busy street but somehow felt tucked away — dark wood interiors, old-world charm, quiet and artsy.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (1f928bb9)

Busy commercial streets meant pickpockets.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [d15b7a8e] Maren didn't realize her wallet was gone until she reached her door and dug for her keys.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.2d1634bb

A thin slit in the lining of her jacket.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-aa88a56e The card holder inside — gone.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.ed040ddf] Every piece of ID she had, gone with it.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·f6738494

No time to go home and change.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (1fb8173a) Maren turned around and headed straight for the US Embassy.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·224ba8dc The embassy would be a lot more useful than the local police.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·0a2ab922

The cab ate up the last of her cash.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©7f700b3e/May 21, 2026 She rushed toward the entrance, rattled — first time anything important had been stolen from her, and she was a mess.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ 60c7cd6d··

A long stretch of steps led up to the embassy entrance.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (4423d210) She'd been here before, but the stairs had never felt this endless.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.6893c40e]

Head down, charging forward, she slammed right into a man.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·2be3fa0d Papers scattered from his hands.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sub:d039b9db Maren apologized and scrambled to pick them up, shoving them back at him so fast she didn't even look at his face before bolting for the door.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ¶6f9f6061

He saw hers, though.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §1aa224a8 A flicker of recognition.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (9457903a) He noticed she seemed to be in a hurry.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.c1c87d4a "Hello?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sub:a8ccd37d

The English came from behind her and stopped her in her tracks.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹8ad66b23›

When she saw it was Kieran, she blinked, surprised, then smiled.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·2e88054c "Sorry — I'm kind of in a rush."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §3deae7e0 She gestured toward the embassy.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·17f1752e·

Kieran turned and started up the steps alongside her.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.0cbed601] "What happened?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.0d91d8f3

Maren gave him the short version — the stolen wallet, the missing IDs — and pushed her hair back, embarrassed.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §1000a247

"Do you know who to talk to in there?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.8141dc4f

Maren shook her head.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-60ea97a4 She knew she needed to come here, but beyond that?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 2debef35 No clue.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — 218a745e

Kieran took one look at her blank expression.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley 32a47340 — "Come on.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sig.9c5f5db3 Follow me."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.8bf3808f He walked her inside, found the right department, and got her set up to file a report and request a temporary replacement ID.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ¶52edd384

The guy at the information desk shot to his feet the second he saw him.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.fc134c7d "Counselor Mercer."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·e3f5debd·

Kieran waved him back down and nodded toward Maren.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨2b165cb5⟩ "Her ID was stolen.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-d774535d Help her get the paperwork started."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 0a3e4a90

*Counselor.* Maren turned the word over silently.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.9ec827e9] She had no idea what exactly that title meant, but judging by how fast that clerk jumped, it carried some weight.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.11d9cc0b

When she walked out, Kieran was still standing by the door.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [be2fcfc2] "Thanks."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨55b218b7⟩

He straightened his collar and smiled.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰2b3d6a3a "Consider it payback for watching Max down in Nice."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 9bf3fb52

Maren smiled back but didn't say anything.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·629b9d83 She turned away and quietly let out a breath.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 61751a5b The sudden kindness had caught her off guard — so that was the reason.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — 7a890b05

They walked out of the embassy together.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (f04afded) "Did you file a police report?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.df65a5d0

His question reminded her — yeah, even if the local cops were useless, she still needed to file one.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.f6ea9d5e You never knew.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ #1126afdf Maybe they'd get lucky.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley eac6b5d8 —

"Not yet.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹aaeb9640› Heading there now."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [05f6cffe]

"Got any cash left?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·c9dfeb23

How did he catch everything?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [2a651986]

Maren cringed a little.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹4a4aabce› She'd planned to figure it out after he left, but he'd just said it out loud.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-0532b7e9

Which was how she found herself in the passenger seat of his car, watching the streets blur past the window, and suddenly wondering — wait.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-7d368fc1 How did she end up here?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 2058bca8

A man with obvious status and connections.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰7fcbf42a A man from a completely different world.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (a0855dc8) And she'd just... gotten in his car.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.3c202ddc]

Was he that convincing, or had something deeper in her already made the choice?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley 48832831 —

The officer on duty greeted them with all the enthusiasm of a man on his lunch break.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.a6a88c83] He told Maren to fill out the form first, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and peeled open a piece of cheese.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ ce658068

He glanced at the blank spot on Maren's form.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §cdf48429 "Fill in everything."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ··4143e045

The emergency contact line required two numbers in case the first didn't go through.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ bff32693·· But Maren only had her own — she hadn't memorized anyone else's.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §2aa23c63

She told the officer she only had her own number memorized, and that her phone was always on — they'd always be able to reach her.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [proof:cfa7bdec]

The French officer stared at her, unmoved, and insisted the form be completed.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ d58cd7dd

"Use mine."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (d78ee153/Thu)

Kieran had appeared beside her — she hadn't noticed him move.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.b7466afb] He picked up the pen and wrote his number in the empty space.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨513305d1⟩

He slid the form back to the officer.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-e3e396a8 "Good?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.73bff2c5]

"Yes.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [fa99a30e] Thank you."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·0f2e6e40

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Maren looked at Kieran.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (a36cd23f) "Are you guys all like this?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (cb586956/Thu)

He tilted his head.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©ea51ae4b/May 21, 2026 "Hm?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰36ab5bd5

"Playing favorites."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ «5df5baed»

Kieran laughed.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.b5294826] "We're not *that* bad."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨068504c4⟩