4 (french) Werber, Bernard

So he removed the needles and waited.
At eight o’clock, all the international press pressed on the
launch area on the sixth floor. We installed barriers
between the throne and the launch zone “Visitors”,
complete with cinema seats for comfort of our guests.
Some had come for assist firsthand the death of a
Thanatonautes.
In a second here, someone was going to shed its mortal
coil to perhaps never to find her! Excitement reigned in the
bays. Since the time immemorial, death has always
fascinated people.
I recognized very agitated, the facilitator who RTV1
officiated at the convention center and more serene, Villain,
the journalist representing the Little Thanatonautes shown.
Raoul, Jean and I had put on the tuxedo of the great
occasions. With Amanda, we cleaned throughout fills our
thanatodrome beginning to take gaits garage neglected.
On his throne, Jean Bresson seemed very focused. All
breathed in him the strength, confidence and determination.
We was placed above him a map of the Continent Ultimate
and the fixed length as if to save his Moch a goal. Moch a
cross. He clenched his teeth.
“Moch 1, I will pierce” escaped his lips.