Fly Cooper
Chapter 4 Yes Or NoA sudden burst of noise woke me from my moderately comfortable unconsciousness. My eyes flashed open and I almost over balanced and fell off the couch I had never seen before. There was a light blanket placed over me and I rubbed my head gingerly and my attention finally focused on the source of the noise. Someone had turned the TV on.
"And in breaking news daughter of renowned Interpol officers Inspector Carmelita and Constable Sly Cooper is missing!" It was the morning news. There was some reporter and videos of my mum and dad playing in the background.
"The thirteen year old Fly Cooper was reported missing by her parents early this morning when she didn't return home last night. As yet it is unknown whether this is a kidnapping or a runaway."
A picture of me appeared on the small screen. I hated that picture. "A reward will be given to anyone who has any information that leads to her whereabouts."
Suddenly something lightly brushed my shoulder. I looked just as more crumbs fell onto my body. I glanced up to see the hippo from last night eating chips just as more fell on my face. I shouted out in surprise and fell off the couch finally. Entangled with the blanket I struggled for a while until finally my head emerged and I got a proper look at him for the first time.
"Hey! I know you!" I said suddenly realising I actually did. "You're Murray, you're 'The Murray' the stock-van driver!"
'The Murray' gulped the mouthful of chips he had been crunching and looked at me. "You watch that hu?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah dude you rock! My dad and I watch you all the time." I said getting back up. My knee collapsed from under me again and I had to climb back onto the couch.
"Sly watches me race? That's awesome." Murray said smiling at me.
"So how do you know my dad?" I asked innocently. As far as I knew my father didn't know any famous race van drovers.
"Aww, well-"
"-Murray." Bentley said rolling into the room and cutting off my explanation, I frowned.
There was a girl with him, she was tall and dressed a pair of overalls with a red bandanna on her head.
"So you're Sly's little girl hu?" She said coming and sitting beside me. I moved to make room for her but pain reminded me not to try to get up. "I've been looking forward to meeting you. My name's Penelope How are you feeling this morning?"
"My leg hurts." I said scotching over slightly.
"It's hard to tell without proper medical equipment but I'm fairly sure you've broken your knee. I had to look at it while you were sleeping and it was difficult to be sure. But I'm fairly certain." Bentley told me.
"Right… and you all are?" I knew names but as to what they did, besides stealing I had no clue.
"In good time. There are just a few things I need to know first." Bentley said again, deflecting my question entirely.
I doubted they were kidnappers but there was something they were keeping from me. "Let's take turns. You can even go first but I want my questions answered too."
He nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Has your father ever told you about remembering anything from before his accident?" A random question or a very calculated one. My brow furrowed.
"No." I answered simply. "My dad doesn't remember anything from before his accident. I don't even know that much about it, my parents don't like to talk about it that much. My turn. How do you know my dad?"
"We're old friends." Bentley said simply. I waited for him to say more. He didn't. Then I waited for him to ask his next question. He didn't. "Okay, thank you. That's all."
"What! That's no fair! There is so much more I want to ask. There's so much more you can tell me!" I protested.
"In a minute." Bentley said turning and rolling out of the room. Penelope quickly got up and followed him and, after minor silent prompting Murray followed too.
I was forced to remain where I was on account of my leg but I could hear what they were saying.
"Do you think we should tell her?" Penelope asked in a quiet voice.
"It is a dilemma. She has a right to know certainly but it appears to be in the interest of Sly for her not to know." Bentley replied in the same hushed tone.
"I think we should tell her." Murray said enthusiastically in a loud voice.
"I know we should tell her but it is clearly in Sly's wishes that we-"
"I can hear every word you're saying you know?" I shouted finally ending their conference.
"She is so much like her dad." Bentley muttered rolling back into the room followed by his two friends.
I sat where I was, crossed my arms and put my good leg over my bad. Pain instantly ran up my leg again and I put them both back to their previous position.
"So what's the big secret?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"It's extremely complicated…" Bentley began slowly.
"You seem like a smart guy. I'm sure you can make it make sense."
"Your father… never lost his memory. He faked his amnesia. Before that he was a master thief and you're the next in line." It seemed almost painful for him to tell me this, each word was forced and difficult for him to get out.
I sat there for a minute. Then two. Then five. All three of the thieves waited patiently for my response. A snicker broke through my calm defence and before I knew it I was howling with laughter.
"That's a good one. That's a real good one." I gasped after my laughing fit.
The three other people in the room gave each other awkward glances.
This is a shorter chapter than usual but I thought I had a good ending for the chapter here. Next one coming soon. I must admit that until 'ZOMG' reviewed my story there was no doubt in my mind that Bentley and Murray would tell Fly about her dad. But then he/she planted that small seed of doubt in my mind and I spent hours wondering if they should tell her or not. Also it never occurred to me to have Fly meet the other members of the Cooper gang. But now she most probably will. See, your reviews are acknowledged and valued. Get your opinion out there and help me make this thing better! READ AND REVIEW- IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE!!!
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