Last Thief Down

Cooper and I were standing on the Interpol roof as Jack and Bentley crunched their keyboards looking for any leads on Neyla back at the apartment. I did see a picture of Neyla once, so when I saw someone who looked like Neyla climbing into a Museum window I tapped Cooper's shoulder.

"Nice work kiddo," Cooper said when I pointed it out. "That's definitely her." He patted me on the shoulder. "Let's fly!" Bently gave me a Paraglider pack similar to the one that Cooper used. We jumped off the building pulled the strings and landed on the Museum roof.

"Why can't we just go through the front door?" I asked. "I mean I'm Interpol!"

"So is my son," Cooper said. "Add a few years to the sentence, this is more fun…" He picked a lock on the door to the roof. Bently apparently hacked the alarm system, because I know that door was hooked to said system. We crossed a rope (I have no idea how I could do that at the time), and found Neyla in the courtyard. She had a gun…

"Hullo Cooper!" she said with a thick British accent. "I see you saved me the trouble of hunting you down!"

"Your fight's with me Neyla!" Cooper said. "You don't need to involve the kid!"

"Fine," she said. And she shot him square in the chest. "I'll come for you next, Rockefeller Fox!" she pulled a whip off her belt and swung herself out. I knelt down to Cooper.

"Don't worry Cooper," I held pressure on the wound. "You'll make it out of here! I promise!"

"No… I won't…" Cooper said. "Just… promise me that... the Clockwerk Curse… won't fall… to you…"

"Why?" He sighed his last breath. "WHY!? Don't Leave me!"

Mom… busted in, obviously hoping to get Cooper… but then she saw me cradling his corpse.

"Rock! What happened!?" she yelled.

"Neyla…" I whispered. Silence from the Com and the outside… "NEEEEEYLLLLLLAAAAAAA!" I was in a rage… and I wanted nothing more than to find Neyla and either put her behind bars or kill her myself. I didn't know why but all I knew at the time was hate. Cooper… I hated him because he left me with too many questions, how did he know my mom? Did he know my dad? WAS he my dad? Neyla… I hated her for not only taking my only chance of getting the answers, for taking my criminal from me… for everything she did to my mom. Me… I hated myself for being powerless to save Cooper, to stop Neyla, to fulfil my deal with Cooper.

My mom was now in the apartment with Bentley and my gang. They found it hard to take, but I was having a harder time digesting some other news that mom had for me.

"No… My father died a long time ago!"

"No he didn't…" Mom said "he was alive and well until tonight."

"Then why wasn't he there for us!?" I yelled.

"He wanted to be the last thief in the Cooper Clan. When he found out I was pregnant he told me he wanted you to join Interpol and left." I was having a harder and harder time breathing. My father was a famous thief? And I, an Interpol agent, was next in line for a thieving reputation? Then again he did say he wanted to be the last for that reputation… but still, me from a long line of thieves!? I put it out of my mind long enough to make a dangerous request.

"Bently, can you and Jack make me an Interpol-style cane?"

"You're not seriously gonna start stealing now are you!?" Nico said.

"No… I just want to take Clockwerk and Neyla down," I said. My rage was palpable. "I want her dead!"