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France was a popular destination for millions of tourists all over the world and mostly because of its incredibly charming atmosphere and serene landscape. There were also numerous sights that never ceased to amaze people, along with plenty of breathtaking entertainment. The food was high-quality and very carefully prepared. Paris, its capital, was also known as the 'City of Romance' and that was indeed true. Nevertheless among the lush plains, rich mountains and magnificent coasts that made up the scenery of France – not everything was all that it seemed.
France was also a country amongst other countries and was no different to the communities around the world. There were still threats, burglars, money crisis and other pressing matters. In mentioning that, two of the most notorious robbers roamed France. You could say they owned the place after the many robberies and thefts they performed around the country. Nicholas and Aramis Rousseau were the 'kings' of France with a huge reward on their capture.
However they were soon detained and charged for their criminal activities and it was an unusual story on how they lost their reputation of being top-notch thieves. It had all began with their average morning at home. They had recently relocated – due to the rise in local law-protectors – to Calais, one of the smallest French regions.
"Aramis, look at this!" Nicholas gestured to a page in the newspaper as he slammed the door behind him, "I found it on the street."
Aramis gave his brother a contemptuous glance.
"I hope you kept a low profile?"
"Yeah, of course!" his brother replied hesitantly while he pondered if he actually was noticed.
"Good. Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to drink my coffee," he said bluntly.
Nicholas persisted and slid the newspaper in front of his brother. The two of them, although known to be the best darned robbers they also had their faults. Sometimes they would fight and argue during the robbery and at other times they would work together in unison like two gears of a clock tower. They were willing to do anything to earn a bit of cold hard cash as long as it didn't shatter their fearsome reputation.
Aramis shoved the paper out of his sight. "Leave me alone, will ya?" Give me a bit of time to think about or next hit!"
"I'm telling you our next hit!" shouted Nicholas,
Aramis gave a strange, menacing glare in his direction. Nicholas was stunned for a few seconds before he rephrased his sentence.
"Possible hit,"
Aramis snatched the paper out of Nicholas's bony hands. He quickly glanced at the top of the paper, it was yesterday's and then he looked down to the bottom.
"What rubbish are you trying to tell me, this is yesterday's?" he asked irritably,
"Just read there," Nicholas pointed out on the side of the paper.
"French Commandant, Charisse Emerson of the Infantry Section is awarded prestigious award for saving seven from Belgium raiders in Calais," Aramis read aloud, "We're robbers not supporters of the French infantry division. Heck why am I bothering to read this?"
Aramis threw the paper in Nicholas's face making him sigh heavily.
"Impetuous brother," Nicholas mumbled under his breath.
"What did you call me?" his brother snapped almost immediately,
Trying to cover up on the insult he blurted, Nicholas read out the little section across what his brother read.
"Woman steals ten million in cash and disappears from Paris, local police in awe."
"Well good for her, she still doesn't compare to what we've earned over the years!"
"You don't get it, that woman is an easy catch for ten million bucks and she's standing at the bus stop across our house," pointed out Nicholas.
Aramis looked at the somewhat confident and delightful woman across the street and pulled the newspaper from his brother's hands to compare the picture.
"I can't believe it, it's her. What an easy way to make ten million Euros!" exclaimed Aramis.
The woman was approached by another fancy, rich woman with a very curious poodle. Together they strode down the street chattering amongst them.
"Quickly, let's go after her and demand the location of where she's hiding the cash!" Nicholas whispered urgently as the two women turned a corner, "We just have to get rid of the other lady!"
Aramis snickered which was followed by a devious grin and flung his arm around his brother's head and tugged him close.
"I have a better idea, instead of killing them like we usually do. How about we follow her back to wherever she's going and make our attempt then. No witnesses, no bloodshed and hopefully the location of where she's hidin' the dough,"
Nicholas chuckled.
"I'm lucky to have such a cunning brother like you!" he admitted and shook his head, "Bless mother for bringing up such intelligent gentlemen."
Aramis grinned harder which turned into a soft chuckle.
"Let's go," he said while he skulled the rest of his coffee.
Aramis and Nicholas grabbed their coats and opened the door to a crisp but pleasant misty air that overwhelmed the countryside. They could hear the gentle breeze along the trees and the clamour of the market gardens a few kilometres around them. When they noticed the woman, they started to walk at a slower pace, keeping to the shadows. The woman was so preoccupied with her friend that she didn't notice them through the mist and slight darkness of the street.
The two women paused briefly before they separated down different paths, they waved goodbye to each other and continued their day. After an hour of following the novice thief, they arrived at what seemed like her home.
The woman picked up a newspaper from out of her mailbox and smiled smugly. She produced a tear from her eye when she noticed something else in the newspaper. Soon enough she entered her small, tranquil cottage and discreetly the two brothers had crept up to the stone wall in front of the innocent-looking cottage.
They peered around the corner and then towards the backyard. The door was likely to be locked but the back seemed like a good choice depending on the mist.
"Well, I could kick the door open and then...you could rush in to handle her?" Nicholas asked attempting to intimidate Aramis.
"No...We need to be discreet about this...how about we play disguise for today?"
"And how are we going to do that?" exclaimed Nicholas, "I'm not too good with acting and disguises."
"You don't need to be skilled, just watch. I saw a small, family owned market garden on the way,"
A few minutes later after Aramis left, he returned with a basket of assorted fruits and vegetables. He wore a beret and carried a walking cane.
"What are you doing?" asked his brother trying to contain himself from laughing.
"Just follow my every move and stand quietly next to me," he replied grinning.
As they both made their way to the door and knocked on the wooden frame, Aramis held the basket of fruits in front of the peephole.
"Yes, who is it?" she asked while she sounded like she was far away.
"We're community service members and we are giving out free fruit and vegetable baskets to every residence across Calais," Aramis lied.
"How lovely!" the woman said as her voice sounded closer to the door.
The woman in the house gasped and they could hear her unlocking the door. Aramis winked at Nicholas and he returned a sly smile. When the door unlocked and the woman opened it slightly, the two brothers nodded at each other. Aramis dropped the basket and shoved his walking cane in the doorway as Nicholas drew a pistol from his belt.
The woman almost immediately shoved the door which was halted in its tracks by the walking cane. Nicholas aimed the pistol in the woman's pretty and unusually calm face. As the two brothers laughed and asked her to let them in peacefully, Nicholas stopped laughing as he noticed a 'ball and shot' twelve shotgun that was thrust upon his chest. The woman also aimed an old revolver at Aramis who softened his grip on the walking cane.
Both brothers knew they didn't have a chance at running and groaned as they thought about being beaten by who they thought was a novice thief. The reputation of the Rousseau Twins was over.
"Drop your gun and the one with the cane, release your grip!" she commanded,
The brothers did as they were told and she fully opened the cottage door.
Aramis shook his head in disbelief as Nicholas bit his bottom lip nervously.
"I can't believe it, outdone by a novice! I bet you bought a whole collection of firearms due to the millions of Euros you stole, didn't you?"
Expressing amusement, she smiled.
"That explains why you two idiots followed me home. I knew you two were up to something when I noticed you two hiding among the shadows when my Colonel and I met up at the crossroads."
"Who are you calling idiots, we're the infamous Rousseau brothers?" snapped Aramis,
"Colonel, have we got the wrong person?" Nicholas asked the woman as he turned to look at his brother's now gloomy face.
"Yes idiots, I guess you didn't read today's edition? You probably read yesterday's and like idiots – you didn't check the date of the paper," laughed the woman.
"I blame you Nicholas!" mumbled Aramis towards his slightly depressed brother.
She edged them inside the cottage and nudged them towards today's newspaper, which was half sitting on the table next to the door.
"Read the box highlighted in yellow," she told them, "I'm on my holiday retreat."
Aramis and Nicholas read the text aloud:
'CORRECTION: Due to an unknown error, a photograph of French Commandant Charisse Emerson of the Infantry Section was inadvertently transposed with the photograph of Darlene Delaney who stole ten million Euros from the French bank, 'Banque Populaire'. We regret any confusion this error may have caused.'
"Argh, heck we should've just played golf today. I heard they have fine, exquisite golf functions around Calais," grumbled Nicholas.
"Do shut up!" his brother replied angrily, "It's your own fault!"

Description
France was a popular destination for millions of tourists all over the world and mostly because of its incredibly charming atmosphere and serene landscape. There were also numerous sights that never ceased to amaze people, along with plenty of breathtaking entertainment. The food was high-quality and very carefully prepared. Paris, its capital, was also known as the 'City of Romance' and that was indeed true. Nevertheless among the lush plains, rich mountains and magnificent coasts that made up the scenery of France – not everything was all that it seemed.
France was also a country amongst other countries and was no different to the communities around the world. There were still threats, burglars, money crisis and other pressing matters. In mentioning that, two of the most notorious robbers roamed France. You could say they owned the place after the many robberies and thefts they performed around the country. Nicholas and Aramis Rousseau were the 'kings' of France with a huge reward on their capture.
However they were soon detained and charged for their criminal activities and it was an unusual story on how they lost their reputation of being top-notch thieves. It had all began with their average morning at home. They had recently relocated – due to the rise in local law-protectors – to Calais, one of the smallest French regions.
"Aramis, look at this!" Nicholas gestured to a page in the newspaper as he slammed the door behind him, "I found it on the street."
Aramis gave his brother a contemptuous glance.
"I hope you kept a low profile?"
"Yeah, of course!" his brother replied hesitantly while he pondered if he actually was noticed.
"Good. Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to drink my coffee," he said bluntly.
Nicholas persisted and slid the newspaper in front of his brother. The two of them, although known to be the best darned robbers they also had their faults. Sometimes they would fight and argue during the robbery and at other times they would work together in unison like two gears of a clock tower. They were willing to do anything to earn a bit of cold hard cash as long as it didn't shatter their fearsome reputation.
Aramis shoved the paper out of his sight. "Leave me alone, will ya?" Give me a bit of time to think about or next hit!"
"I'm telling you our next hit!" shouted Nicholas,
Aramis gave a strange, menacing glare in his direction. Nicholas was stunned for a few seconds before he rephrased his sentence.
"Possible hit,"
Aramis snatched the paper out of Nicholas's bony hands. He quickly glanced at the top of the paper, it was yesterday's and then he looked down to the bottom.
"What rubbish are you trying to tell me, this is yesterday's?" he asked irritably,
"Just read there," Nicholas pointed out on the side of the paper.
"French Commandant, Charisse Emerson of the Infantry Section is awarded prestigious award for saving seven from Belgium raiders in Calais," Aramis read aloud, "We're robbers not supporters of the French infantry division. Heck why am I bothering to read this?"
Aramis threw the paper in Nicholas's face making him sigh heavily.
"Impetuous brother," Nicholas mumbled under his breath.
"What did you call me?" his brother snapped almost immediately,
Trying to cover up on the insult he blurted, Nicholas read out the little section across what his brother read.
"Woman steals ten million in cash and disappears from Paris, local police in awe."
"Well good for her, she still doesn't compare to what we've earned over the years!"
"You don't get it, that woman is an easy catch for ten million bucks and she's standing at the bus stop across our house," pointed out Nicholas.
Aramis looked at the somewhat confident and delightful woman across the street and pulled the newspaper from his brother's hands to compare the picture.
"I can't believe it, it's her. What an easy way to make ten million Euros!" exclaimed Aramis.
The woman was approached by another fancy, rich woman with a very curious poodle. Together they strode down the street chattering amongst them.
"Quickly, let's go after her and demand the location of where she's hiding the cash!" Nicholas whispered urgently as the two women turned a corner, "We just have to get rid of the other lady!"
Aramis snickered which was followed by a devious grin and flung his arm around his brother's head and tugged him close.
"I have a better idea, instead of killing them like we usually do. How about we follow her back to wherever she's going and make our attempt then. No witnesses, no bloodshed and hopefully the location of where she's hidin' the dough,"
Nicholas chuckled.
"I'm lucky to have such a cunning brother like you!" he admitted and shook his head, "Bless mother for bringing up such intelligent gentlemen."
Aramis grinned harder which turned into a soft chuckle.
"Let's go," he said while he skulled the rest of his coffee.
Aramis and Nicholas grabbed their coats and opened the door to a crisp but pleasant misty air that overwhelmed the countryside. They could hear the gentle breeze along the trees and the clamour of the market gardens a few kilometres around them. When they noticed the woman, they started to walk at a slower pace, keeping to the shadows. The woman was so preoccupied with her friend that she didn't notice them through the mist and slight darkness of the street.
The two women paused briefly before they separated down different paths, they waved goodbye to each other and continued their day. After an hour of following the novice thief, they arrived at what seemed like her home.
The woman picked up a newspaper from out of her mailbox and smiled smugly. She produced a tear from her eye when she noticed something else in the newspaper. Soon enough she entered her small, tranquil cottage and discreetly the two brothers had crept up to the stone wall in front of the innocent-looking cottage.
They peered around the corner and then towards the backyard. The door was likely to be locked but the back seemed like a good choice depending on the mist.
"Well, I could kick the door open and then...you could rush in to handle her?" Nicholas asked attempting to intimidate Aramis.
"No...We need to be discreet about this...how about we play disguise for today?"
"And how are we going to do that?" exclaimed Nicholas, "I'm not too good with acting and disguises."
"You don't need to be skilled, just watch. I saw a small, family owned market garden on the way,"
A few minutes later after Aramis left, he returned with a basket of assorted fruits and vegetables. He wore a beret and carried a walking cane.
"What are you doing?" asked his brother trying to contain himself from laughing.
"Just follow my every move and stand quietly next to me," he replied grinning.
As they both made their way to the door and knocked on the wooden frame, Aramis held the basket of fruits in front of the peephole.
"Yes, who is it?" she asked while she sounded like she was far away.
"We're community service members and we are giving out free fruit and vegetable baskets to every residence across Calais," Aramis lied.
"How lovely!" the woman said as her voice sounded closer to the door.
The woman in the house gasped and they could hear her unlocking the door. Aramis winked at Nicholas and he returned a sly smile. When the door unlocked and the woman opened it slightly, the two brothers nodded at each other. Aramis dropped the basket and shoved his walking cane in the doorway as Nicholas drew a pistol from his belt.
The woman almost immediately shoved the door which was halted in its tracks by the walking cane. Nicholas aimed the pistol in the woman's pretty and unusually calm face. As the two brothers laughed and asked her to let them in peacefully, Nicholas stopped laughing as he noticed a 'ball and shot' twelve shotgun that was thrust upon his chest. The woman also aimed an old revolver at Aramis who softened his grip on the walking cane.
Both brothers knew they didn't have a chance at running and groaned as they thought about being beaten by who they thought was a novice thief. The reputation of the Rousseau Twins was over.
"Drop your gun and the one with the cane, release your grip!" she commanded,
The brothers did as they were told and she fully opened the cottage door.
Aramis shook his head in disbelief as Nicholas bit his bottom lip nervously.
"I can't believe it, outdone by a novice! I bet you bought a whole collection of firearms due to the millions of Euros you stole, didn't you?"
Expressing amusement, she smiled.
"That explains why you two idiots followed me home. I knew you two were up to something when I noticed you two hiding among the shadows when my Colonel and I met up at the crossroads."
"Who are you calling idiots, we're the infamous Rousseau brothers?" snapped Aramis,
"Colonel, have we got the wrong person?" Nicholas asked the woman as he turned to look at his brother's now gloomy face.
"Yes idiots, I guess you didn't read today's edition? You probably read yesterday's and like idiots – you didn't check the date of the paper," laughed the woman.
"I blame you Nicholas!" mumbled Aramis towards his slightly depressed brother.
She edged them inside the cottage and nudged them towards today's newspaper, which was half sitting on the table next to the door.
"Read the box highlighted in yellow," she told them, "I'm on my holiday retreat."
Aramis and Nicholas read the text aloud:
'CORRECTION: Due to an unknown error, a photograph of French Commandant Charisse Emerson of the Infantry Section was inadvertently transposed with the photograph of Darlene Delaney who stole ten million Euros from the French bank, 'Banque Populaire'. We regret any confusion this error may have caused.'
"Argh, heck we should've just played golf today. I heard they have fine, exquisite golf functions around Calais," grumbled Nicholas.
"Do shut up!" his brother replied angrily, "It's your own fault!"