Robert Kennedy Avenue Hoche, Paris, France Across from the Embassy of Saudi Arabia Dawson peered through his binoculars, the night vision mode giving the entire area a hazy green glow. The front of the embassy was surrounded by French police along with half a dozen camera crews though there weren’t any protesters here, the Saudi’s not a prime target for the hatred displayed by the Muslim population now that they were no longer blamed for the loss of their relic—America was, and by proxy, Westerners. “How the hell are we getting in there?” asked Niner, lying beside him with his own binoculars trained on the area. Dawson focused on the main entrance, a rather plain looking affair, the embassy actually housed in a row of buildings, it small compared to the American Embassy they had just been in. The CIA analyst Leroux had suggested there were tunnels underneath the very building they were now atop, however they had to assume any entrance to the embassy building would be monitored and most likely heavily guarded with the current situation.
