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A/N: Hello, Hello, Hello! My fan fictions fill the time that my life would take up if I had one. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor.
Vincent – Do you think anyone will like this story?
Kev – I hope so.
Chapter One: King of Spades
"I'm telling you," Inspector Zenigata had just arrived at the scene of the crime and was already bellowing at the top of his lungs. "Only Lupin and his gang could have pulled something like this off."
"I'm Sorry Mr. Zenigata but there is no evidence to support that." The Dublin chief of police was a portly man with a receding hairline. He stood from examining the safe from which the tens of thousands of illegal jewels had been stolen. He looked around the shabby apartment where the notorious smuggler Phillip MacBoon had previously been living. Somehow a thief had snuck in, stolen the jewels, and triggered the silent alarm just as they were leaving.
The vault was now empty except for an ordinary playing card. It was the Ace of Hearts.
"What," Inspector Zenigata was now in full voice, "The only thief I have ever seen pull something of this magnitude is Lupin the Third!" One of the younger officers approached as the Inspector sent his hat flying across the room.
"What is it Smith," Chief Wiggum asked.
"Jones sir."
"What?"
"My name is Jones sir, and there is an Inspector Mae Wills here to see you sir."
"Let her through."
"Yes sir," The officer saluted and went to inform Inspector Wills that she was cleared.
Mae Wills was a dark haired woman with an air of extreme determination about her. Her crisp blue uniform clung to her curves as she strode to the vault to inspect it. She reached down one of her white leather gloved hands to retrieve the playing card from its place. She proceeded to rip the very top off of the card. Soon after a folded piece of paper floated to the ground. She bent once more to retrieve the paper, stood and unfolded it. She scanned its contents for a few moments and then handed it to the police chief.
He read aloud:
My dear Inspector Blue. I regret to inform you that you are once again too late to stop the Wolves from another heist. However you must know that while I have the jewels, you have my Heart. One day I will surrender my body to your custody if only to stay near you once again. Sincerely Gray.
Both Zenigata and Chief Wiggum were stunned. "Who the hell is Gray?" Zenigata was always blunt and to the point. "And what's with the love letter?"
"Gray," she said with contempt, "is the leader of a small group of four criminals that call themselves the 'Wolves'. He and his comrades Black, White, and Red have pulled off thousands of heists," she kept her calm demeanor through the whole explanation until she came to the last part. When she began to explain why the confession included a love letter she began to get angry. "That obnoxious, conniving, patronizing little thief has been leaving me love letters, sending me flowers and chocolates, and even professing his love in person when I catch up with him for seven long years now. I want to put him in the smallest cell in the dirtiest, most horrible prison on the face of the earth."
Both Wiggum and Zenigata were surprised by her vehemence. "Uh…" Inspector Zenigata asked one more question, "Why does he call you 'Inspector Blue'?"
She had regained her composure and answered calmly, "Its because of my uniform and my eyes." She seemed to become weary. Mae Wills bid the men adieu and left to find the trail of the "Wolves."
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On top of a roof across the street from the rundown apartment where the investigation was taking place sat a man with black hair, and a red jacket spying through binoculars. He laughed softly. He and his gang had competition. He had planted the bug on the underside of the safe after the heist had taken place. He wanted to know all about the group who had beaten the great Lupin the Third to such a big score.
Suddenly he laughed long and hard as he saw the look on old Pops' face as he learned of the 'Wolves' and marveled at the brass of this Gray. Sure life wouldn't be the same if old Pops had stopped chasing him but to be in love with the inspector who was assigned to his case? That was something that even he couldn't have pulled off. Even with how good the Inspector 'Blue' looked he would always be in love with his cunning rival and partner. Fujiko Mine was and always would be the object of the great Lupin's affections. It looked as though he would have to pay the Interpol file closet a visit to find out just who Gray, Black, White, and Red were. He smiled and laughed again. He just loved a good challenge.
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The Interpol office was heavily guarded but that was no problem for so great thief as Lupin. He was rifling through several drawers when one of his partners Diasuke Jigen crept through the door to warn him that the patrol was on its way. Lupin nodded. He needed only one more file, the one on Gray. He found it and they left to find out who their new friends were.
The second they rounded the corner to the getaway car they saw an old motorbike and a beat up Ford pickup truck drive by. The two passengers aboard each of the two vehicles watched the duo until they turned the corner out of site. Lupin looked after them for a minute and then jumped into the car with Jigen and sped away to their hideout in the pasturelands of Ireland.
When they arrived back at their rundown farmhouse Lupin and Jigen found the lovely Fujiko and the mystic Goemon Ishikawa waiting for them. Goemon stopped sharpening his famous sword and looked up silently inquiring if they had procured the necessary documents. Fujiko however was anything but silent. "Did you get the damn dossiers yet?"
"Of course Fuji-cakes," Lupin said smugly, "They're right here," he pulled them out of his jacket and laid four manila folders on the table. "Here are our mysterious friends the 'Wolves'."
They all sat around the table to read the police files on their new competition. The first file open was labeled "Gray"
"Alright," Lupin said, "It says here that his real name is Lance Ravix. He took on the life of crime when a master criminal called Cowboy Opus stole his family's riches. He is age is roughly twenty-eight years and he is extremely agile. He has light brown hair and his eye color is not listed, as he is never seen without his silver framed sunglasses. He is clever, cunning, and bold. He often leaves a calling card, the ace of hearts; behind concealing a love letter for his pursuing investigator one Inspector Mae Wills. She is now often called by the nickname that the elusive thief has dubbed her 'Inspector Blue'." Lupin surveyed the rest of the document, "It also says that he is always seen wearing the color of his alias. He is always dressed in gray clothing."
The room was silent as they contemplated the new information. "Does it say what his expertise is?" Fujiko was always thorough if nothing else.
"It says here that he has trained extensively with medieval weapons such as broadswords and rapiers. His weapons of choice are usually a highly polished bastard sword and a 9mm semiautomatic pistol. He occasionally uses an AK47 Russian Assault Rifle." He paged through for any more information. "Ah…" Lupin had clearly found something interesting, "Here is his rap sheet. Lets see," he ran his finger down the page, "Large scale con jobs, large heists, several assassinations, and thirty-five counts of harassing an officer. What?" Lupin blinked twice, and then started laughing hysterically. The others waited for him to calm down before demanding an explanation. "It says here that in the last five years he has sent the lovely Inspector Blue, flowers, chocolates, jewelry, anything high priced and valuable for her birthday, Christmas, and any other convenient holiday."
After hearing this, the others too roared with laughter. Lupin put the folder down in favor of the one marked "Black". "Okay," he said after everything had settled down, "Real name is James Vilden. He has black hair and hazel eyes. He earned a Harvard Law degree and was, until twelve years ago, practicing law in England. Once he met with Gray he became fascinated with the dark side of crime. He is an excellent marksman but prefers to use street boxing techniques. He is always seen wearing black and is usually seen with a small metal pocket flask."
"So he's a drunk brawler huh?" Jigen seemed interested in Black.
"Seems that way," said Lupin as he returned the second file to the table and retrieved the one marked "White".
"Real name is Eric Banks. Blonde hair and green eyes give him the distinct look of a hockey player. He is big; broad shouldered, and can throw a mean right hook. He is considered one of the best gunsmiths in the world. He could build a gun from scratch using his bare hands and it would fire perfectly until it rusted to dust. His bullets are all of odd calibers as he also makes them himself. He is trained to wield any firearm from a one shot derringer pistol to a bazooka. He is always seen dressed in white and has an odd preference herbal tea."
"A civilized gunman. That's a novelty."
"Indeed it is Goemon," Lupin agreed as he reached for the last dossier marked "Red".
"Real name is Julia Kive. Has red hair and dark brown eyes. She is a very attractive woman in her early twenties. With fair skin and a royal demeanor her comrades often refer her to as the "Queen of Diamonds". She grew up as an acrobat in a circus family. She is an extremely skilled gymnast and an exceedingly clever con artist. If her feminine wiles don't work she usually resorts to a set of jewel encrusted daggers and slow acting poisons to get her way. She is always seen wearing red and is partial to any kind of coffee or espresso."
"She's my competition," Fujiko snatched Red's file and looked it over.
"That she is Fuji-cakes."
"Shut up Lupin!"
A/N: Just tell me what you think. No obligations but I would appreciate it if you did review.
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Kev – Until next chapter. Ciao!