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Totally Brothered

Chapter 1: Versailles-Tile

(Versailles Palace; Versailles, France; 22:42)

A gorgeous city with a steel tower that stood in the backdrop. Flying high, a three-colored flag of red and blue with white in the middle. A palace within a gated fence and stakes had high security. Men in blue uniforms and British police caps strolled throughout the halls of the palace. A flashlight in hand, a guard combed the halls lighting the corners. So far, no intruders and every piece of art that hung on those walls remained untouched. Two guards met up, bobbing a nod to acknowledge their post before crossing. One guard made his pass through when he heard a footstep. He turned, no one in sight.

"Qui est là?" he wondered. He walked back to where he heard the footstep. The flashlight illuminated nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, a vial full of a blue liquid crashed by his feet, emitting shards of glass and liquid in front of him. As the liquid settled on the floor, a mist cloud formed and risen to his face. "Ques-que ce?" The mist entered through his mouth and nose. Whatever entered his head didn't take effect immediately. The guard wouldn't let this mess interrupt his patrol. "J'aurai besoin de ce nettoyé..." That's when he heard a series of laughing. In a flash and spooked, the guard spun and lit the path from his way. Still, nothing looked out of place but from his eyes, the hallway seemed to warp. It began to spook the guard. "Ce qui se passe?!" He took a step back, his mind becoming more dismantled from the mist. That step touched the liquid which he slipped. He lost his footing and crashed on the floor, miraculously not cutting himself on the broken vial. More screams echoed from the palace while a man in all black entered, carrying a few more vials of the liquid. His nose and mouth were also covered.

"I gotta admit," he awed with an English accent. "This compound packs a bigger punch than he anticipated." He began to make his way through the palace, guards spaced out in more ways than their dilated eyes showed. He arrived at a room where various jewels sat in a glass case. One was a golden crown with a red hood sewn inside and a cross on the top. "There's my beauty. Had to go through a bloody time to retrieve you." He pulled out a glass cutter with an arm attached to a suction cup. After sticking the cup, he put the cutter to the glass and spun it around. Gently, he removed the cut portion out. He reached in and grabbed the crown. "I finally have you, my precious." He felt a clean getaway within reach with the guards incapacitated. He turned to leave which freedom became an item to earn. One more guard entered, but unlike those strewn on the floor, this was a young redhead woman.

"And where do you think you're going with the Crown of Versailles?" she spoke with an American accent. The thief stopped but never acknowledged the foreigner.

"Aren't you a little… out of place, miss?" The redhead smirked to counter hiis claim.

"Speak for yourself. Where did you get that concoction?" Under the mask, the thief smirked.

"You'll have to catch me without falling into its' spell." The thief grabbed another vial and threw it to the ground, The redhead shielded her face from the shards of glass. The mist crept toward the redhead but she backed away, not wanting to suffer the same fate. This gave the thief time to escape. She lost out on taking the thief down but flipping the cover of her wristwatch didn't have her surrendering so easily.

"Clover, he's heading in your direction." On the other side of the line was a young blond woman in a red full-skin tight suit with heels. She hid in the alley across the street from the palace.

"You okay, Sam?" she asked.

"Yeah, the drug didn't get me. Just be careful. I'll tend to the guards."

"Got it." Clover closed the cover as the thief exited the palace. Guards waiting by the gate saw the thief exit.

"Arrêt!" one guard ordered as they brought batons out. "Voleur!"

"Vous ne pouvez pas vous échapper!" the other guard warned.

"Sorry, but I only understand English!" he taunted before throwing another vial, breaking between the guards. When the mist entered their heads, their minds bugged out and their eyes dilated. Standing still, the thief dashed past the guards as the substance took effect. Clover gave chase.

"How about me?" she shouted. The thief turned to Clover who rode on a skateboard that seemed to roll on its own. He ran as hard as his muscular legs could move.

"Bloody Americans…" Clover pulled out a pair of bolas, rope tied to two iron spheres, and hurled them at the thief. It looked on target until the thief stopped and performed an acrobatic back-flip, over the bolas and Clover in one fell swoop. She rolled pass while looking stunned.

"Jerry never mentioned this guy as a former gymnast..." Once she picked the bolas, she spun around as the thief ducked into the alley. Her full-circle turn bought the thief time to escape her grasp. When she continued her pursuit in the alley, their target seemingly vanished. Somewhere in the corridor of buildings laid the thief. She reopened her wristwatch. "Alex, you're up. I lost track of our heist-man." On the roof was a moderately tanned young woman with dark brunette hair wearing a similar outfit like Clover, only yellow from her red.

"Didn't the magnetic bolas work?" she nagged. "Seriously, I thought Jerry trusted you to properly use them!"

"Hey, don't blame me for not knowing he could back-flip 20 feet backwards in a snap!"

"He can jump that far?" She looked down to find the thief. Her time to shine emerged. "Okay, he's mine. I'll be wary of that drug." She began her sprint from the rooftops over the elusive thief. He became annoyed at the girls who wanted him but not in the fashion he desired.

"Blimey, I'm too old for some teenagers," he mulled. "Gotta shake her off my tail as well." Despite the differences in height, Alex dashed from rooftop to rooftop in order to keep pace. She held a pole yet she didn't use it to vault the gaps. Sick of his pursuers, the thief heaved another vial that shattered hitting the corner of the roof, spilling the liquid in her path. However, the thief forgot that another roof was only a jump away, and Alex took advantage of the opening and leaped to the other roof while still shadowing him.

"I read that book last month!" Somewhere within the maze, two figures of different sizes heard the approaching sounds. Someone was on his or her way there. Alex spotted the end of the alley and fired her pole which morphed to a cage at the thief. The cage anchored the ground as it surrounded the thief. "Gotcha!" Her attitude was short-lived as it turned out the thief she believed caged was a stray dog. Alex mulled to the sight of her failure. "I certainly mutt things up." She barely noticed the liquid that the stray licked like water. "No! Bad Doggy! Stop!" The stray reacted to the drug, trying to cough it out of its system. Alex cut the cage to save the stray. "Let's get you to a vet!" Forced to abandon the target, the dog got freed by Alex via steel cutting laser. She pulled the stray out before reaching her wristwatch again. "Clover, you'll have to take over! Dog ingested drug!"

"On my way, Alex!" copied Clover. Alex took the dog to hopefully get medical aid. In a different alley, the thief slowed down, uncovering his mask to reveal a rugged goatee.

"Now all I wait for..." he started before he heard a footstep. "And there he is now." His contact, perhaps to trade the Crown of Versailles for his reward. However, his turn revealed a figure that wasn't close to being as tall as the thief. Only the bill of a red baseball cap over chocolate brown eyes appeared in the light. The thief took little pity on this boy. "Isn't it pass your bedtime, kid? Run home to Mommy-" A new set of eyes spooked the thief. "Wait, who the bloody heck are you?" He grabbed one more vial. The vial cocked back, one head leaped up from the figure, yellow ears emerging from the light. The thief couldn't make out the ears as sparks crackled.

"Do it!" the boy shouted. Back with Alex, she gave the sickened stray to a driver.

"Merci!" she praised before the driver took off. Sam, now wearing a green version of the other outfits, and Clover arrived. Alex felt bad for letting the thief slip from her grasp. "Sorry about that, guys." Sam, her hair reaching her torso, crossed her arms.

"I knew this guy's tricky from Jerry's briefing but seriously!" she groaned. "He still has vials of that drug."

"Well, I'm glad none of us got exposed to it," Clover sighed. Alex was lucky to avoid the drug but wouldn't have wanted the stray to suffer like it did.

"Wish I could say the same for that dog," she murmured. Just as they settled down, an explosion ruptured nearby. The girls heard the blast and ran toward it. When they arrived, they found three bodies: the thief, a raven-haired boy and a yellow mouse. The boy wore a black vest with a yellow line across the middle over a white t-shirt and jeans. Behind him was a break in the wall, presumably from the impact of the blast. The mouse was rather large and its tail shaped in a lightning bolt. All three had their senses knocked out. Sam ran to the boy as Clover dug through the thief, finding two more vials of the drug-in-question.

"Alex, notify Jerry that we got the target."

"You got it!" Alex pulled out a mascara clam and opened it. "We got the thief and his drug on those guards."

"Well done, girls," echoed an old man with a similar accent as the thief. "I have the transport en route to your destination." Sam felt the boy around for injuries and a pulse. The mouse woke up after its stint.

("Man, that smarts!") it squeaked. Sam turned to the mouse rubbing its head. She heard mostly "Pi, Pika!" which didn't help with understanding it.

"Was that you, Sam?" questioned Clover.

"No…" denied Sam. Clover saw the rodent who turned to the unconscious boy.

("Ash, you okay?") it squeaked in concern. Alex, done putting restraints on the thief, and Clover came over to Sam and the mouse trying to see if the boy was alive.

"That's a… pretty big mouse," noted Alex. The mouse heard Alex and turned to the blond and brunette. Clover's eyes, then face gasped at the mouse rather admirably.

"It's cute!" she screeched as she picked it up.

"Oh! My! Gosh! I wanna keep it!" Alex petted the mouse, still worried about the boy. "I see… you belong to that boy Sam's checking on." The mouse nodded with a squeak or two. Clover felt attached to the mouse.

"Oh, I hope he doesn't mind us hanging on you for sometime, you wittle cutie!" She nuzzled her cheek to the red circular cheek on the mouse. Unable to move from the two, it squeezed its cheeks and emitted a burst of electricity. The zapping stopped Clover and Alex cold, loosening their grip on the mouse. Needless to say how stunned Clover and Alex were.

"That… was a shocking discovery."

"It's not… the numb I wanted to feel." Both girls fell from… shock. Seeing her friends down, Sam realized the mouse wasn't ordinary.

"Pun, maybe…" she shrugged. "But I agree. Don't worry, little guy. When we get back to WHOOP, Jerry will make sure he's good." She unveiled her own mascara clam and opened it. "Jerry, we may need the infirmary for a mysterious case."

"Did one of you get exposed to the drug?" the old man asked.

"Not us, and it's… hard to believe, even if we show you." Sam hoped Clover and Alex would recover soon. She looked back at the child. "Don't worry, whoever you are. We'll take care of you." Who was this kid and the mouse? And what role would they play in this drug case?

TO BE CONTINUED…

(Yes, I know the polls suggest Bakugan but I don't have a proper outline for that story, and for that, I'm sorry. Please reassure that I may do it soon enough when I have the proper story basis down.)