A/N: Ok, here's chapter 4! It took a little longer to write 'cause I had writers block half way through! Lucky me, grrr!
The Paris airport was packed with holiday lovers and across-the-world business men and women. Families huddled together, either going on a trip together or saying an emotional goodbye to a friend or family member. Suitcases, briefcases and bags were all clutched tightly to their owners, each holding the owners property within it. Among the travelers, Chloe walked swiftly along the marble flooring, a lilac bandana wrapped around her hair and black shades covered her chocolate eyes.
She passed a middle aged tiger with his plane ticket poking out of his back pocket. Chloe, obtaining her fathers fast fingers within her genes, snatched the pass in the blink of an eye, without anyone noticing. Lifting her shades she looked down at the pass to discover her destination, Sisily.
"Attention, everyone one going to Sisily must now wait near gate D for your plane to arrive, thank you," The announcer informed, her slow annoying voice coming out of the speakers around the airport. Knowing that the queue for the plane waiting at gate D would be long, Cooper slowed down and sat down in a blue plastic chair opposite gate C.
The flight had taken over an hour. Chloe had found a hotel and got booked in for a week.
Not bothering to unpack, the raccoon fell backwards on to the satin sheets that covered her double bed. A soft rapping on the door broke the silence within the room.
"Room service," An Italian hinted voice announced.
"Come in," Chloe replied. The door opened and a nervous looking weasel stepped in, holding a brochure.
"For you madam, and welcome to our hotel," The weasel greeted, a warm smile plastered on to his face to show that this hotel respected it's guests.
"Merci" The weasel set the paper down upon the small table next to Chloe's bed and left, shutting the door behind him. Chloe twisted round, crawled along her bed and picked up the brochure. It read Welcome to our Hotel. Looking in side of it, the raccoon scanned down the night life entertainment held in a big room on the first floor. She spotted Starlets written at the bottom of the entertainment section.
Getting off the bed, Cooper walked into the bathroom to freshen up.
A reynard, by the name of Tony Ring, pressed his black tipped ear against his ex boss' glazed pine door. All he could hear was muffled voices, nothing of use for what he was trying to find out. His amber eyes looked around for any sign of danger. He needed answers to questions about what was going to happen the up coming night.
"Sir, what do you want me to do, kill her when in sight? Or bring her to you unless she refuses?" A deep English voice asked.
"No, I need her alive and unharmed, if we show the slightest bit of brutality then damn it all hell shall come crashing down, she's got ties with others that are smart enough to break into Interpol files!" The other man's boss yelled in a Jamaican accent.
Who the hell are they talking about?! He thought, straining to hear what was said.
"Yes sir, no harm will be done,"
"Good, now go get ready! Nothin' must go wrong! Go alert the boys that no harm must come to her!" With that, Tony could hear foot falls coming toward the door. He turned on his heel the face a long corridor leading to the room where the rest of the men who worked for this boss lounged about.
"Oi! You there!" The English voiced called out it him. Ring stopped in his tracks.
"It's John, remember," He lied. The man behind him waved hand to say I don't care.
"No, but whatever….how much of that conversation did ya 'ere?"
"Why, nothing, I didn't even know you were talking with the boss…" Oops.
"How did ya know it were 'im I were talkin' to?" Crap! Tony began to run once more, only to be pulled into the hang out room. A white cloth was pressed to his nose, instantly making him breathe in the chemical smell that made him lose consciousness. He fell to the floor.
A silhouette of buildings lay against the orange sunset backdrop. The dark night sky was slowly enveloping the orange sky, leaving a sheet of stars in its wake. Inside of the local hotel, pumping music filled the grand entertainment room. People littered the room, chatting, dancing, clapping, laughing or just listening to the music. A tabby, wolf and vixen were performing on the stage; most of the crowd's attention was on all three of the girls.
Sat at a small round table on the other side of the room, sat the female raccoon thief, staring at nothing but a dark wall.
Chloe! I didn't want to hurt you! Memories of the day prior began to run through her mind. Well, well done, Romeo! You defiantly left a hole in my heart! I meant that!
Damn it Murray! Why'd ya have to go all over protective all of a sudden!?
Well if you weren't flirting with that geezer Mat then maybe we'd still be together! I wish we were, no! What!? Stop it! Chloe mentally slapped herself.
Oh so this is my fault now!? I wasn't flirting with him!
Then what were you doing?!
Enjoying a night out for once!
Well you were defiantly doing that! Yes, I was, until you started actin' up!
Ya know what, stuff this, if it isn't gonna get into your head that I still love you, then-
Y-you what? Did I mean that? Damn it! I need- Wait…is that-?
Out of the corner of Chloe's eye, she could see, who seemed to be, Liana. She was obviously flirting with another man!
"What the!?" Cooper hissed quietly. Liana left through the front door. Angry, and yet not wanting to, Chloe stood up and followed the tigress, staying at a safe distance.
Liana walked into an ally at the side of the hotel, the raccoon pressed her back against the wall, waiting until Liana was at a safe distance away then poked her head round the corner of the building. Something black stood in the way of her sight, she heard a soft panting coming from above her. Chloe looked up, her ears pinned back against her head as she came into eye contact with a well built bull dog. Something sharp was pressed into her neck which made her wince in pain. Her consciousness began to be taken over by darkness. She was finally out.
Chloe Cooper began to wake from a forced slumber. Her senses were adjusting them selves, all she could she was and orange blur near to her face. She tried to bring her arms down to rub her eyes only to find that they were chained together above her head.
"What the!?" Everything rushed back to her mind. She remembered following Liana, then a sharp pain in the side of her neck.
"Ah, so she speaks," said a humored male voice. Chloe's vision came into focus on a handsome male fox. His amber eyes were staring into her own, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"Who are you?" She asked, blinking a few times.
"My self, my dear Chloe, am Tony Ring," He chirped.
"Oh- Wait! How do you-?!" Tony placed the tip of his finger over her lips.
"Take it easy, I know because you kinda…shout in your sleep," he smiled, "If you want to know, you said "My name's Chloe Cooper, you son of a-"
"Yes ok, just…untie me ok!" Chloe ordered. She was hand cuffed to a metal bar identical to the ones that surrounded both her and Ring. Luckily, this prison was quite large but unfortunately, the door on the other side of the cell had multiple locks that would take ages to open.
"Damn it, they won't budge!" Ring announced.
"Try using my hairpin,"
"And where would that be?"
"It's….oh crap," Chloe never actually wore her hair pin but kept in sewn on to her white tank top, near to her bra, for when lock picking involved.
"Yes?" Tony asked, not wanting to know why she said Oh crap.
"It's," Cooper became even more uncomfortable, "sewn into my top……near my bra," Chloe saw Tony flinch a little, but he played it off with a mischievous grin.
Tony felt a flutter of excitement but tried not to show it. He had only known this woman for five minutes and he was already getting up close and personal! He moved back a bit, giving his arm enough room to slide up her top and remove the hairpin. He extended his left arm and used it hold up his upper body while he began to reach with his right hand nearer into dangerous territory.
Chloe watched as the reynard slipped his hand under her shirt. She felt his hand gracefully slide over her stomach, tickling it slightly, making her giggle.
"What?" Tony asked, looking amused by her girlish giggle. He wasn't concentrating on how near or far away he was from running his hand straight across her bra. Luckily, he felt a small metallic object on the back of his hand. Breaking the thin thread, Tony recovered his hand from under her top. Chloe let out a sigh of relief.
So, you like? I've had idea's for Tony, hopefully they won't fly out of my brain naver to be seen again, or just get lost in there! Anyways, R&R please!
