Tracks, the limbo between the PD and the underworld

by RestlessRagtimeStoryTeller

Just as the ZPD are called in for the "Lone Digger" incident, a youngling of unknown species sits on the footsteps of the HappyCamper Orphanage in Paris, trying to discern if the reality before him is salvation or mere illusion? With the help of a certain ZPD duo, master thief with his crew, and Interpol Inspector his new life and search for answers begins.(set slycooper2&Zmovie)

10. Chapter 10 THE OPERATION PART 1

AU: GOMENASAI!GOMENASAI! HONTO NI DE GOMENESAI! Due to the lack of Oxgen in my brain at the moment, the operation chappie's will be a bit unedited, it has been a trip through Hells acres and back trying to find an editor, STILL have not been able to find one. Embarrassing I know, as if taking 26 days instead o 21 wasn't bad enough. It may take the next 3 chapters back down and the process will be a wee bit longer than anticipated. It just needs balanced and set yet flexible hours of rough-draft writing and a bit of editing here and there. 'til then I have posted two new fics in the hopes my fire and gusto will return to me. A one-shot based around Kendallcollins OC Seth Savage and a Continuous series that involves GrunnmanCat's Character Jackie Hopps. Thank you for giving me the permission to use your respective characters, both of you wondrous fellows let me know what I can do to improve them! Just a heads up though, any actual lemon scenes or depictions of vivacious actions may not be heard for awhile, on top of that I am going to stick with my theater script style of typing. Apparently my first crack at writing a one-shot and another possible Zootopia fic offshoot was met with a... helpful but harsh review. Still, it shows that the fellow cared enough to push me to improve my writing, and I thank him for that. So in light of what said reviewer had to offer I am going to attempt to correct and re-post my newest two Zootopia fics. For the 967 views and any readers I have had so far and the ones that have patiently waited for this next couple of chapters, I thank ye. Three parts time management, two parts improving the fortitude of mind and body, job searching, Andirondacks Mt. Colden twin peak hike, kayaking, more job searching movie outings with compadres, job searching and one part procrastination ( yes there was a a lot of that ) has been a bit of a hold up. But again life happens, not everything is perfect. This can apply to writing/typing as well. * straps on spy gear * LETS GO! BOOYASHAKA! *leaps off side of the building into portal*

AU ( Real quick ): While we are in free-fall folks, I thought it'd be nice to give another heads up. The use of * * and ( ) will denote or articulate; motion, action, direction, location, brief depictions, and so forth. The CAPLOCKS and bold will be used for depiction of sounds,sound effects, where or what the sound(s) are coming from, sensations, denotation of Perspective, type of voice, enunciation etc. Italics Will be used for thoughts, thought bubbles, thinking mind-speak, and denote the narrators depictions of the the situations at hand. Chances are that the intended use of these may mix now and then. Again this means the articulation and indication of; sound, action, motion, non-verbal communication, thoughts/ mind speak, looks, emotions, individual/group movements, locations, etc. and so forth. At times, this will be confusing if this is apparent after the corrections I have made, please let me know in the comments section below and I will do my best to correct and edit the document, thank you. This particular chapter may very well have some inconsistencies in terms of the time each group comes and leaves. Will be doing my best tomorrow to correct this. * pulls up goggles, lowers mask * On a serious note, please in the future if anyone wants to comment believe me constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome, tough love with helpful intentions to improve are acceptable, but bear in mind that I have a life outside of fanfiction and for the past couple of months making sure that its back on track has been priority. Each time I post a new update whether its a new chapter here or another fic, it gives me a sense of satisfaction after a long day. Again constructive criticism is fine, experienced fic writers/ writers in general tend to have an irritation towards ill-construed fics, however unintentional and unintended that agitation may have been to begin with. At times, they will say things that do not have the direct intent of being mean-spirited. But all the same, The LAST thing I need is a more hurtful than helpful commentary. Some times its taken the wrong way, and just needs to be taken into a positive light. But at other times it's just plain old discouraging, hurtful, and a downer. Writing on here on ...no matter who you are is about having fun, to encourage and be encouraged, making mistakes to improve as a writer, your writings bit by bit. Whether your free-lancing to build up a good skill-set/ reputation, reading as hobby, or just an average Joe making/looking for his literary fix. I'm sorry if this appears overboard, but my life is at a bit of a cross-roads and the need for establishment often comes with confidence. You guys, the ones who take the time to glance at my off-shoot fictions no matter if its a meh or a judgment call give me part of that confidence. So once again thank you all, it means a lot to me. So without further ado OPERATION PART 1 * BLINDING LIGHT*

CH. 10 OPERATION PART 1, DOORS OPEN!

Location: ( Red-light district the night before, just go with it )

Narrator:* sound of door opening * ( play ladies night Kool and the gang ) We return to the scene of the * eyes bulge * SLAM ah hrm never-mind uh, well we return to our story D'artagnan and Neyla had finished with their ( looks back at the door )affinity for erotica. ANYHOW, our protagonist decided a that it was a good hour to call Bentley, Sly, Murray and the others to let them know the operation was to start tomorrow. In the famous words of of Captain Hector Barbossa, " ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS YA CACKHANDED DECK APES!"

DT: Bentley regardless of what you may think of her-

Bentley: What I THINK?! No no no no no no no its not what I THINK, its what I KNOW! She Betrayed Sly after leading him on and in the same instant setup Inspector Fox! Granted she always dogged us from the start, she at least has always been an Honest cop.

DT: I'm not trying to earn her points here for being a statuette for justice what I am trying to say is-

Bentley: One by one, each of the claw gang members, even the one who called her his protege DECEIVED. She betrayed everyone to gain immortality even at the price of becoming full of nothing but HATRED!

DT: But she didn't! She Survived! Though I admit as to whether or not she's better for it is yet to be seen. Granted, such things tend to take time to get over, understandably so, but she's mending herself bit by bit. And before you say, I know she was responsible for the condition your in now, as well as Murray's. Not trying to put aside what she's done lightly but-

Bentley: *sigh * Kiddo, hats just my point. SLY may have agreed to these plans of yours. But YOU don't KNOW for fact whether or not if her mind came out unaffected by the hate-chip, let alone the aftershock of surviving of being free of it! Statistically speaking, there's a chance IF she has some of Rajan's spice left that she's been dipping INTO it to release her unstable psyche. All I'm saying is..to be CAUTIOUS D'artagnan. There There's no way you can fully trust her, she could bail on you halfway through the op when you need her most! realistically speaking, it would best to appeal to her with-

DT: YES YES "incentive" to cooperate, plenty of that. Look regardless what she may have done she's essential to this whole things succeeding, striking down the big fish and setting the populous back on their feet, prioritize over what has happened in the past. The people need this, the KITS need this...

Bentley: …...

DT: please, just until the operation is over? That's all I ask, nothing more.

Bentley: …... you best have a contingency plan just in-case D'artagnan, if the worst happens-

DT: WE will be there to deal with it, however we can, as I recall in one of the conversations I had with Sly

he lives for this kind of stuff!

Bentley: (classic) yeah and that's what worries me!

DT: Relax "wizard", you'll be a free turtle in a two-days time, now if you'll pardonne moi, gotta contact Sly and Murray to let them know the "Doors open at Sundown"

Bentley: Tomorrow evening then, *sigh* well then *chuckle * good luck "young musketeer"!

DT: sarcastic voice Hai Donatello-san!

Narrator: As D'artagnan glanced briefly at the sleeping form of the Indonesian beauty, his thoughts pervaded once more towards the possibilities of the future. More than once these thoughts had crossed his mind when he spent nights with Fabritha. Not that he often shared or discussed such thoughts, if only rarely. With no seemingly no way back to his own world or the slim possibility of finding someone of his own species to be with, he had to consider IF,when, and whom he would settle with. Eventually, he did want a family of his own. For the sake of cementing such a life perhaps after a solid year or two in Zootopia. It WOULD take time to do, and for that he needed some semblance of PEACE for a time however brief. * soft laugh * Then again, that of course depended on how things succeeded HERE in Paris at the present time. With that in mind he shook his head clearing his mind called Chelsea and Leslie. Failing to pickup, he left them a coded message and proceeded to contact Sly and Murray via a turtle special tech phone.

DT: * cell phone ringing,*

Sly: ( picks up ) It's time?

DT: is Murray with you at the moment?

Sly: yeah, just a sec, ( back-ground voices ) Murray? Yeah its him ( heavy thudding footsteps) OK the big guy's here.

DT: The "Doors" will open at sundown tomorrow evening, be ready to free our brainiac chum. And no worries, he did a special for this phone so the line couldn't be traced for this frequency.

Murray: The MURRAY is ready to score once more, for the cooper gang!

Sly: You just be on time we'll do the heavy lifting kiddo.

DT; Gotcha, if I'm not there to help bust him out, there are a few planted smoke bombs within the building complex in case the "diversion" doesn't draw the entirety of the security away from the hospital. I'm always at the proverbial safe-house controls if ya guys need me * chuckle *

Murray: No problem little buddy-

Sly: We're on it, we live for this stuff, you just focus on detaching yourself from your disco woman!

DT: Har Har, don't miss a trick do you? Good to hear, and impossible to know WHY * chuckle * be sure to have that van ready. * hangs up cellphone * sweet sleep, warmth of a woman passionately loved (tenderly strokes Neylas cheek )..these are things that I will have to do without for the next day or two once that sun breaks over the horizon...

Red Light District Hostel (present time 5 AM)

Narrator:( Rambo outfit, on the roof, 6 cups of coffee LATER)* inhale * I AM SO FRICKIN READAAAAYYYYYY! I- oops (notices readers) uh heyyyyyyy uh, how long were you guys there?...right uh heh heh...Hrm well then no sense in waiting any longer. Last time we left off it was the Red Light District in the slums. * snicker * Due to the Authors apparent inability to write PROPER lemon scenes at the present time-

AU: OI!

Narrator: We will have to pass on the intimacy until further notice, big guy needs to practice more that's all.

AU:* grumbling *

Narrator: Moving on, Neyla wanted just ONE night to feel the intense fires of passion. And BOY did she ever! Buuut* needle scratch * Unfortunately, we pickup the following morning.

DT: * muffled pillow voice* you would, wouldn't you? *turns over * forget it, at least Neyla hasn't woken up..

Neyla: Mmmmm D'Artangan? * flips onto DT's chest* someone on the phone?

DT: Uh yeah sure, * sweat drop * look Neyla do I have your cooperation for the Op?

Neyla: …. Last night, doesn't just have to be a memory does it? * buries her head under the crook of D'artangan's neck*

DT: Neyla we agreed that-

Neyla: * straddles him * D'artagnan, it doesn't HAVE to be now! My past isn't exactly a stamp of approval so I don't expect you to believe me, still..*grips him tightly* can't you just CONSIDER the possibility?

DT: Neyla I-..* shifts to the side of the bed contemplating * I'm sorry.. but I can't be anything more than a friend at the moment but-

Neyla: … * sigh * it's fine, shouldn't have expected an immediate answer, that's my own wishful thinking * starts to dress* Its neither the time nor place, but to answer your question, yes. You have my support in this take-down. In a way I can consider the children of the streets as our own. Giving sustenance, a chance to be reborn into a life with opportunity sprouting up once the people are back on their feet. Perhaps the only other act of love that I could provide to a child not my own. * moves over to window sill * But if your ever in need of a "friend" in Zootopia, you let me know eh mate?

DT: * sardonic smile * If your in the area of course *chuckle * see you in an hour?

Neyla: * sigh * in an hour it begins, the operation..

DT: is finally underway.

Neyla: * nods * in an hour then! * jumps out the window onto the street*

DT: *10 minutes later after dressing up in parkour gear and light-weight Kevlar * Whelp there goes a woman, a good woman with questionable morale's. But again not every metaphorical bridge and flag-turned-route will just magically present itself to me.

Narrator: Or can it?

DT: THUS a meager mans mind cannot afford the proverbial whole package in an immediate sense of the word. Not when there's currently an ocean and an up in the air deal between himself and the prospect of succeeding. However *slips on special meshed gloves made of anime logic * consistent logic and physics seem to be as applicable in this world as me coming back to life. LETS DO THIS!

Narrator: Meanwhile just outside Interpol headquarters, Mona decides to have a private chat with her senior officer..

Mona: *tapping irritably increases*...hes leaving isn't he?

Carmalita: please understand Mona, Berkeley has the whole thing under wraps. Besides the point, Miho- hr-mm Mister Je Acro has placed himself in limbo between the right and wrong sides of the tracks. Its best if you just- (quietly)what are doing?

Mona: ( holstering up ) the way I figure it (grabs her coat ) I either have to give him a reason to stay or find a way for him to make him to stay, if I can just contact someone outside of Interpol who he's been interacting with its possible that he'll have to at least stop-

Carmalita: CONSTABLE MONA LISA DEL TIGRE!

Mona: * halts, turns face about * ...yes Ma'am?

Carmalita: *sigh * its not as though I do not understand these feelings of yours miha. But you took an Oath, your first and foremost sworn duty is to protect and to serve. This is no time to be selfish!

Mona: * clenches fist * Yes Ma'am!

Carmalita: * sips coffee * Mm-mph ( rubs temples ) wait for chief Berkeley to call it in. There is something else going on here and whatever it is, it is or hopefully WAS bigger than it appears.

Mona: * unflinching * Understood Inspector Fox.

Carmalita: I will do what I can about your "situation" work your way up through the ranks. With enough hard work and a good recommendation, Berkeley will have you reassigned to the ZPD starting fresh at the Academy so as to not to turn the whole process into a aggro wasteland.

Mona: * smiles gently * it will take months but-

Carmalita: * places both hands on shoulders * it WILL be worth it, whether it turns out one way or the other, * places hand firmly on Mona's shoulder * standby constable Mona

Mona: Thank you *salutes * Inspector Fox.

Carmalita: Any time Miha.

INTERPOL HEADQUARTERS, CHIEF BERKELEY'S OFFICE

Narrator: Berkeley and a singular riot squad knew what was about to go down and he wasn't anticipating the consequences later, firstly whom could get hurt and secondly, the amount of paperwork that would come afterward. Oh sure the press would ask and he would claim credit, until the twat brigade comes around then it would be a fucking delight. Questions, most of which he could not answer on account of type of knowledge which was mostly sensitive and tended to cause more damage than PR control. The others where mainly due to his colorful opinions or that he flat out did not know how. But this was an opportunity to do something major, get some credit, and make the city of love all the better for it, or at least the half he was more comfortable with. Namely the common decent folk as well as the-

BRRRRRING!

Berkeley: *muttering * wise cracking arses, * picks up phone * This is Chief Berkeley, name and biz if you please?

Mercenary rep: Anonymous tipper here, hired by the man you talked to two days ago I believe?

Berkeley: * eyes widen, flash back * names D'artagnan Je Acro (flash back end )Sweet departed bread and wine on a moonlit night ITS TIME! RIOT SQUAD GET READY TO MOVE! * quickly straps on bullet proof vest, badge, and twin gunned holsters * Names and locations ?!* grabs pen and paper *

Mercenary rep: Hudson Hippoclayte, Lady Hippoclaytes cousin her art house in the High End district, Bruden brothers trio turf specs the Boars brothel near Dmitri's Old night club on the west side, Pintos warehouse one of the racketeer chiefs for Mugshot near the tracks just past the Hospital best to call in some of the nearby officers on duty in the area for the last one chances are Pinto will try to make a run for it. If he does, he reports back to Mug-shot, means more paperwork, headaches, and explanations to the higher ups for you and Interpol. The rest are just small fry, leave 'em to the locale. Believe me, they are more than tired of these Fat Fish.

Berkeley: * puffs cigar * an old barman told me an Irish proverb once, " A new broom is quick, but the old broom knows the corners" savvy soldier?

Mercenary rep: …...Yes sir. Crystal.

Berkeley: A fish fry is a fish fry no matter if its Breaded River Salmon with a doss of lemon,speckled with pepper, a hint of sage or just a deep fried sardine platter dipped in GELATINOUS whale lard, and yes hats my way of saying thanks for the tip-off! * slams phone back onto the receiver, picks up radio comm * ( deep inhale ) ATTENTION ALL UNITS! I want 2 groups to each of the locations designated, cover all escape-routes and remember capture of all those listed are priority! The Riot squad along with myself and unit 1 will tend to Pinto! * nostrils billow smoke * every nook every cranny, every suspect apprehended and detained if necessary. *slams fist again * . . I WANT FRIGGIN MANEUVERS ALL OVER THIS LIKE THE GRAND FUCKING CANYON!

Riot Squad: SIR YES SIR!

Berkeley: Security for the Hospital in that city sector will be on standby if we need 'em, * radios in Montoya and Del Tigre * Inspector Fox and Constable Mona, you two will be on call for any "strays", chances are there will be a few small surprises here and there, despite the annoying nacks you both keep..both of ya have well-rounded records for assessing these types of occurrences. However you two deal with the side-dish situations is up to you but its to be done together, understood?

Carmalita: Understood Chief Berkeley.

Mona: Yes Sir, standing by.

Berkeley: units 2 and 3 will deal with Hudson * puffs cigar again * and keep him CONSCIOUS for questioning! ( back-ground laughter mixed with cocked weapons and cracked knuckles ), Units 4 and 5 will deal with the Thugs at the Boars Brothel, and leave the small fry to the local "protectorates" at least for tonight! Remember this Take-down is STRICTLY off the books, a city needs common decent people with full bellies WE who serve and protect * slams fist on desk * will be righting this matter! * loads mags and holsters guns * ALRIGHT LETS MOVE OUT!

(LOCATION BOARS BROTHEL 10 A.M., cue Skee-lo's I wish)

Narrator: As the police were making their move about 10 minutes before, the Virtuoso familia had already gotten to work. Merely pummeling down waiting at each of the areas for the "cleanup crew" to arrive, soon the city would be balanced again, reuniting old friends and parting new ones..for now anyhow. Turning to the battlefield, we see the 3 sub-chiefs of the Virtuoso emerge from the shadows. Fides, a black panther dressed in a simple black vest, underneath a red silk long sleeve, dark blue dress pants with chocolate brown leather gloves, bronze glasses with calm hazel eyes underneath, leather shoes gleaming in the light. Next Comitas emerges. An middle aged but handsome elephant with excellent build, dark brown corduroy jacket, teal tank top, old jeans, purple emperor eyes, tusks with one gold and silver ring each. Finally, Dignitas an older white wolf. Navy blue gentleman's suit, black v-neck, black cane with a silver handle top, white fur with slight fringes of Red at the tips with faded streaks of orange and grey, piercing blue eyes, proud gaze never faltering.

Fides: Remember men, ( twirls batons, loads mags ) stick to the plan and Paris prospers, for it is thus-

Comitas: (holsters glocks, slides on brass knuckles ) as the people prosper-

Dignitas: *twirls and slams cane * SO TOO, DOES THE VIRUTOUSO * Unsheathes hidden cane sword* FOR PARIS!

Virtuoso Mob: * roars * FOR PARIS!

(Boar Brothel top floor 15 minutes later)

* BOOM *!

Bruden Bro 2: WHATS GOING ON?!

( sounds of indiscriminate fighting )

Bruden Bro 3: * snorts angrily * Mon DIUE the sluts are being FREED! Quick we need to round them up before whatever schmucks are- * SHRRRACK BOOOM *

Mob: ( running through the busted doorway ) VIRTUOUSO LA PARIS!

Bruden Bro 3: * eyes widen in fear * B-b-b-b-bruders! -

Bruden Bro 1: *shocked * I-Its the familia?! But How? WHY are they here?! We're naught but small-time no major threat to them? WHO COULD OF ARGHHHH!

Comitas: Granted some of ze ladies of Paris every now and then like to be passionate, some times they will use this passion to earn bread * criks neck * normally it is passe monsieur, specifically for YOU lot ( wipes off brass knuckles ) * speaks quietly * Because Garcon (cocks gun) its one thing if such liberal activities things are done in necessity..

Fides: Done for food, shelter, and drink to provide for oneself and for others in moderation...

Dignitas: But for you, ( points sword at Brudens throat ) YOU who have lost your pride and will power to forge your own path... its for nothing more than for your own profit, GREED. Harm is what you bring upon this city and it will fall with you and others like you. You and the rest who have dipped into that geckos counterfeit stash, keep these young women locked away, none of them seeing a single PENNY you all make. Or RATHER the none existent profits in the back Oui? * nods to the men standing by * find the counterfeits and BURN THEM!

Bruden Bro 1: ( tries to rush Dignitas ) BASTARDS! If you think that you can- *WHAM* (tumbles back scrabbling away towards the back )

Dignitas: Hmph ( polishes cane head ) Be sure to sort and leave the genuine coin for Interpol! I want this done for ze other two locations as well. Radio them in and be quick about it! Le Policia will be showing up anytime now! ( turns to his fellow sub-chiefs ) We each need to keep watch over these locations until law enforcement is able to take care of ze rest * Turns to Fides * You will keep watch over things here as they finish up, be sure the special explosives are set approximately to go off 20 minutes after the police are gone, the mongrels will have nothing to go back to after zis!

Fides: Oui

Dignitas: And Fides?

Fides: (pauses) Oui?

Dignitas: In the event that my life is forfeit in the mess of this whole business, the successor to the title of Dignity is fierte de savan ( pride of wisdom ) and I- ( inhales, exhales ) I want D'artagnan to (shudders) to..look after Fabritha and the child. To what specific CAPACITY is better not thought of. In any case should the unfortunate occur, best for her to be looked after a man with back bone, rather than to be a grieving widow with mouths to feed...

Fides: D'ARTAGNAN ?!

Dignitas: Mm. (blocks incoming knife attacks, slashes back )

Fides: * shocked* But- ( quick 180 unloads glock reloads ) But..Why?

Dignitas: *proudly squares shoulders * I would rather that my fall would be that to a Male with his Dignity intact knowing his loved ones are cared by a mammal with equal or possibly GREATER measure strength of character. A little obvious on the part for caring for Fabritha and ze kits. * bitter laugh* Chances are he has a deal to move them overseas to keep them safe. * tired sigh* One part brave and three parts fool. Flawed he is but..begrudgingly, he displays this trait in both action and words, Oui?

Fides: * pushes up glasses and nods * Quite right Dignitas, contact me as soon as things on your end are ( dodges strike from thug hits with batons mid, upper, lower then back fluid motions ) glasses sheen complete * marches off while countering various incoming opponents *

Dignitas: Comitas, ( fences several knife attacks and back hands each thug ) I want you do deal with Lady Hippoclayte's cousin ( look softens ) as arrogant as I can..(cringes ) be sometimes, its to my understanding that you two use to be old Flames. It should make your tactics to drive Hudson towards the police. In the meantime, reinforcements from the mercenary and local back ally groups here in Paris should be arriving in the next 5 minutes, but then again * chuckles * Fides is more than likely aware of this already, non? *spins, parries two machetes redirects their momentum, knocking out the thugs * Speaking of which they should be arriving-

Mercenaries: ( battle cries )

Rowdy Frenchmen: ( Pissed off yelling )

Mercenary Achilles: CLEAN UP GOOD FOR COIN, DAGGER, AND DRINK! * spreads arms widely laughing* My fellow soldiers of fortune!

Mercenaries: locked and loaded

Mercenary Achilles: On my mark! * Kachak X 30 times* TIRERRRR (open fire) ! Gun-fire ( 2 minutes later ) CEZZEZ-LE-FEU (cease fire)!

Bruden cronies: *spit * SHIT forget the merchandise, we take what we can and push our way out of this! ( various chains, spiked bats, pipes, switch blades all brought out) hold the fucking ranks 'til the trucks are ready!

Mercenary Achilles: *kriks neck * Hmph, fine if that's how ya want it * Signals * MUR PRETECTEUR (shield wall )! * noise collective shields formed * AVANCE (advance ) !(sweeps hand forward) BATS TOI!

Mercenaries: YEAHHHH!

Mercenary Achilles: DEAUX AUTRES GARCONS! (two more locations boys ), there's no shame in falling magnificently this night!

Mercenaries: *whoops and cackles as they push back the remaining opposition, combing the dead thugs for loot *

Old man Abraham: * puffs old long pipe * The Mercenaires can have their gold for all I care, for us though,* knuckles turn white *( slams oaken staff onto the stone ) Tonight... we take back our women, wives and daughters from these bastards!

Back ally fighters: VIVA DE PARIS!

Old man Abraham: * slams oaken staff * LA MILICE DE LA RUEEE (street militia)! * taps oaken staff in Rhythmic timing *

EN AVANT (forward)!

Back ally fighters: RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!

Dignitas: *blocks knife attack * right about NOW (turns to thug smugly) you know what to do?

Thug: *looks at Dignitas then the reinforcements * …...*drops knife* (knocks himself out)

Comitas: *sigh * sacre bleau, you * sucker punches Bruden Bro 3 * get to the point faster than a moonlit rendezvous * chuckles * ( nods with a pained smile) fret non Mon amie I have plenty of fire left. * sips wine flask, tosses it up* Hup (rushes 3 thugs in quick succession ) Un * Thud* Deux * thud * and Trois *thud * Well then * catches flask and snaps fingers * Messieurs, ( pugilist group of 10 comes up ) let us go and detain ze lady's distant cousin.

Narrator: Whilst the Virtuoso Familia, D'artangan's hired Mercs, and the back ally folk were thinning the oppositions ranks so to speak, Others had begun to get to work as well! In fact just before Dignitas had ordered the forged money to be burned, Neyla took it upon herself to fish out the black book on The Boars Brothel and all their operations, planting it on the front door before she left using a pipe leading to the old printing press room. And as a technical payment took 100 coins, planning on taking a huger amount each target she helped nail. A balanced way of giving back she thought. And as per D'artagnan's request she made effective use of Bentley's homemade remote detonators. Speaking of which, ( jumps behind deflector shield ).

( guarded stash room 15 minutes before hand )

(click beep)

BOOM (sound of multiple tunnels collapsing )

Neyla: There goes the escape-routes..

(click beep)

BLAMMO ( gas explosions )

Neyla: Annnd there goes the get away vehicles and ( further off explosions ) transport trucks. Gordon Bennett! ( looks at the detonator in her hand ) D'artagnan was not kidding about these detonation packages being EFFICIENT, tiny but POWERFUL little buggers!

guards: (all tied and gagged ) mmmph mmmmmmph!

Neyla: oh hush chances are your bosses are- dodges ...(faces head of the trio) busy, or at least TWO of them are at the moment (glares)

Bruden Bro 1: *chuckles darkly * Going SOMEWHERE ( retracts fist from the wall ) mademoiselle? You believe that after collapsing all the escape routes, sabotaging the get away vehicles, transport trucks...(snorts) to just stroll in here into OUR stash box, take OUR money OUR PROFITS AND JUST WALK AWAY?!

Neyla: (derisive laugh) Oh of course not old chap, I'd expect Interpol's task force to do the heavy lifting FOR me in that regard.

Bruden Bro 1: Oh HO HO HO! So scared am I! Your think Interpol is enough to take down us down?

Neyla: No and yes actually.

Bruden Bro 1: And how does the little kitty cat-

WHIPASH!

Bruden Bro 1: *licks blood from whip's lash * know that exactly?

Neyla: Try the fact that not only are your transport vehicles blown to bits, sirens in the distance that your escape routes are cut off? Two mobs and well paid group of Mercenaries to, as my lover would say, "tenderize" you for the coppers?

Bruden Bro 1: * eyes widen * soften us up?...YOU MEAN TO TELL THIS WAS-?!

Neyla: Planned out? Oui. Aside from the fact that the fireworks show was to attract your attention, The money you claim as yours is no more yours than it is mine. But if you want to be specific? The money YOU made was money made off of having these lasses FORCED upon for a price. I'd say its fair compensation ruining their lives that your gang suffers the appropriate retribution.

Bruden Bro 1: *chuckles * You take me for a fool "constable" Neyla?

Neyla: *stiffens*

Bruden Bro1 : Come now, "Captain" Neyla, ( reaches for tranq gun and picks it up casually ) Like your one to talk, you deceived countless others for YOUR own gain. Its known fairly well around the black market HOW you came to work for Interpol. Behind your plans, facades, flesh and all..YOU are not any different than us, no perhaps that's a little untrue. ( cocks back hammer) You fucked over the Klaww gang in the end, * evil sneer * could say your the best of the WORST! ( pulls trigger )

BANG!

Neyla: (whip outstretched knocks tranq gun from his hand ) I do not deny that my actions were not my own ( snaps whip )

Bruden Bro 1: flinches bitch...

Neyla: and admittedly when emerging from that metal ashen shell, it was if a fog had descended upon me. Lost, yet Shaken clarity at the fact that I was still alive. Even going as far to question WHY,? Why was it that after all that had happened, the suffering that no matter HOW indirect That was caused from MY involvement with the Klaww...( flash back Bently's yells of pain ) that my life was intact? Damnation or a second chance? Fear inhibiting me, my first thought was to flee from Paris and never come back, and while yes my plans are still to do as such it is not in the intent of RUNNING AWAY LIKE A COWARD!

Bruden Bro: * spits * Oh ain't you a pretty thing pretending the past isn't real just a weally bad dweam HA-(whip coils around him)

Neyla: ( holds knife to Brudens throat )Listen here piglet, does it LOOK like the mammal before you is "pretending" the past is not real? My past IS real, what happened IS real. Of course PRETENDING will get me no where. Denying it most certainly will not allow trust to form between me and others in the future. But its behind me, and the way to make it up to others in the days to come.. is for me to decide. And it will be done so, uncaged without shackles, confronting it head-on, make no mistake. Once again not denying the reality of it all, it WILL take time. Not EVERY action in this attempt of mine will be without its possible consequences ( sheathes knife ). However, ( glares ) YOU and your thugs on the other hand have taken advantage of the muckery that Dmitri unwittingly left behind when he was arrested.

Bruden Bro 1: ( red with anger ) why you! *struggles with the whip * YOU FUCKING PSEUDO BRITISH CUN-! WHAM (high pitched voice ) nnnnahhhhhhhhhhhh ah (passes out)

Thugs: (fearful looks)

Neyla: as I was SAYING, * Throws knife into the wall near their heads *

Thugs: (shivering)

Neyla: With the exception of your proverbial perverse pig here, your OTHER 2 bosses are more than likely preoccupied at the moment with the Mob. * flicking through the cash * with this much, you could afford a manor in the country side, maybe even a small vineyard! *shakes head * no, not yet anyhow. This much *jingles coins * should be enough to get me out of the country with enough left for the little ones. ( flash back to white tiger cub ) * gently smiles *

never thought of having children, perhaps never will, but *marks one of the bags Ethan * its a start. Anyhow better get out of here before-

BAM BAM BAM BAM SHRRRRACK!

Neyla: * turns sharply * oh dear, well dearies it's been wonderful, but places to be people to rob, you understand? * uses whip Indiana Jones style * Cheerio! * swings and then jumps through broken window * WHUMPH Mnnn right next stop is the High end Art district, shouldn't be too hard to get to, (parkours across the roof tops like a boss for the forty minutes ) just gotta make it out of the city once Pinto has been taken down and either sell off or destroy whats left of the Hate spice stockpile. * leaps onto, slides down, and off of flag pole onto drain pipe to the lower roofs*

Hmmmmm ( looks through spy glass ) bingo! * (sirens wailing ) Better hurry if I want to keep ahead of my former colleagues * leaps off the roof *

3 MINUTES AFTER NEYLA LEAVES THE FORMER BROTHEL

DT: Fides! ( blocks and knocks out random thug via cane strikes) Fides?! (foot ball flips charging goon) are you there?

Fides: Yes and before you ask the situation is under control, and Miss Neyla I believe is ahead of Both Dignitas and Interpol..

DT: * phew * Thank goodness.

Fides: But I am afraid shes only just barely ahead of Comitas, both of you should you meet up or worse if she gets exposed at the wrong moment, will turn the variables against you so-

DT: On it! * two finger salute * ( throws spare blanket on Antelope/ gazzele hybrid) * Here madame, keep warm.

Canteloupe: D'artagnan?

DT: Miss Canteloupe?! What are you doing here?

Canteloupe: I was taken last night after a business meeting, they came up all of a sudden and sprayed me with this weird substance and I blacked out. The next thing I knew * sob * I was in this -this BROTHEL! Never did I think that- * rushes into a hug and kisses him * Merci, Merci! If you ever need a place to stay in Zootopia or a job, I'll make mention to my cousin if you need one!

DT: *flustered * Thank you I will Hrrm keep it in mind.

Fides: Better get a move on, young man. It all happens tonight!

DT: Right * turns back to Canteloupe quick * I'll be sure to send you my address via your cousin once I'm in Zootopia! * sprints through the door way * ONWARDS! ( rushes into the fray towards the back-room )

Narrator: (SENZU BEAN!) Making his way through the fray, D'artagnan spread out recorders for the Mobsters. At some point and time, a number of women and young girls kept here would be questioned but in NO state to do so. Making to save time and paperwork for Berkeley, he spread out recorders for the Mobsters who helped the women and girls along into the safer parts of Paris. After finally knocking out the last of the thugs around the back entrance he spoke to the boys incinerating the fake dollars.

Mobster Chavez: She went out that window sir, towards the Hippoclayte residential art gallery.

DT: (clasps arm firmly ) Merci Monsieur!

Mobster Chavez: Also, (grabs Bruden bro 1) we found this one passed out.

Bruden Bro 1: ( groans shaking his head) My junks hurts like hell, ( looks up )

DT: * Shit eating grin * SUH PRISE little roast beef! * crazed grin * miss me?

Bruden Bro 1: * eyes widen in realization * AW no no no no no no NO! *squirms frantically * not YOU AGAIN!

DT: * turns to the Mobsters * Package him up outside the building door, our "friend" will be dropping off the evidence just out of his reach!

Bruden Bro 1: * eye twitch, nostrils flare * That BI- WHAM

DT: ( dusts off hands ) I would say "curb your tongue that's a lady your talking about!" * bemused chuckle * But then again never you never struck me as the gentleman altruistic type (picks him up by the collar ) your muckery (face slams him) aside, she has a preference for the neutral countenance.

Mobsters: …...(awkward cough)

Bruden Bro 1: * gurgled laugh * ahhhh so you've laid with with the former KLAWW gangs finest, kid you may be 1st on my shitlist from this moment onwards-

DT: Considering your bacon is going to be burnt either way, you aren't going to get the chance to FORMULATE a new one eh Roast beef?

Bruden Bro 1: * darkly chuckles, spits out blood * Whatever it takes piglet, though if you think you can TRUST that debacle but delectable tiger lady, methinks that there won't be a need to bump you up to number 1 one now will I? * grins sadistically * When she screws you over, let me know over a prison lunch how good a fuck she wa-

Narrator : ( looks at watch, puts on "Joints & Jam" Black eye peas, chef hat, headphones, pink mustache, recipe reading ) 2 minutes after a decent dose of mid kicks to the sides and center, mixed in with a small amount of well placed high kicks to the temple, *thumbs page, clicks tongue * a denizen FLURRY of well-timed jabs to offset little piggy's balance mixed with judo at least 3 * BADUM TISH * throws into what was LEFT of the concrete walls, 2 hard body blows to the ribs with a one-two to the face, a hard hit to the chin SHATTERING piggy's tusks, and multiple thrown elbows across the face to soften ze meat, VIOLA! You have.. (gestures)

DT: * dusts hands * Not a concern though of yours now is it ROASTED ham?

Younger Mobsters: * whistling and chuckling *

Older Mobsters: Brhrrmm? (raised eye brows)

DT: *realizes what he just said and did * Ah uh Well...( straightens outfit ) that somewhat awkward moment aside, we have a operation to complete gentleman! * raises fist high * PROSPERITE DE LA VILLE DE PARIS ET DU PEUPLE! ( Prosperity of the city and the people)

Mobsters: *unified shout*x 50 PROSPERITE DE LA VILLE DE PARIS ET DU PEUPLE!

DT: *nods* Indeed! So until later, (leaps up to the window ) I bid you adieu ( leaps onto drainpipe, jumps towards overhanging tarps, finally swings up to the ledge and vaults over onto the roof)

PRESENT TIME FRONT OF FORMER BROTHEL

Mobsters: That should be the last of it Maestro Fides, cops should be here in 5 minutes!

Fides: Benne! Ancien Abraham, Etes-vous bein de laisser certaines de ces femmes our temoigner? (Good! Elder Abraham, are you fine with leaving some of the ladies for witness statements?)

Abraham: * nods firmly * Oui, * wipes blood off staff * Au fond, ils ont quelque chose ques personne ne peut toucher. * polishes shoes quickly* Et ils l'utiliseront pour ecraser ces excuses pour les hommes. SLAM * cracks cobblestone with staff * ( deep down they have something that one can touch. And now, they will it to crush these sad excuses for men.)

Fides: Benne! Je vous remercie Ancien Abraham! (Good! Thank you Elder Abraham! ) * turns to mobsters * Let Interpol have the clean up of ze street walking scum. * whistles sharply * ALLONS-Y!

Mercenary Achilles: * heads over to armored company cars * Ya heard him, lets go!

15 MINUTES LATER , INTERPOL UNITS 4 AND 5 CLEAN UP

Unit 4 leader: This is Unit 3 we have located and secured the stash, and we have a few witnesses, mostly victims who are more than willing to testify. Hows our prime suspect, Unit 4? Entertaining?

Unit 5 leader: *Uproarious laughter in the background* Aside from this little black book which should save us some time on paperwork, He looks Absolutely hilarious, whoever was conversing with THIS guy last, rearranged his faced with tazer gloves ITS FRIGGIN TWITCHIN every 2 seconds!

Unit 4 leader: Oh Save the jollies and jinxes for later when we are slowly driving ourselves insane with said paper work besides their operations and such, * kicks grunt* Booking HALF of these idiots is gonna take a couple of days at the very LEAST. Not to mention there are two MORE groups to deal with. In the meantime, we gotta wrap up and assist over at the High end Art District. Swear we stuck with the small-fry every time in every time when the chief-

Unit 5 leader: OI, one you know how the chief likes his deep fry. Two, Murphy's law. Do NOT finish that sentence! Tits topped with TNT, you sure you had a good take of caffeine today Mon amie?

Unit 4 leader: *wry grin* I had some strong black coffee this morning so my capacity to be capable is fine thank you. Anyhow, I will be setting aside 3 of the vehicles to bring back the evidence aside from the prisoner transport trucks and a few officers, doesn't hurt to leave HQ with a few extra hands.

Unit 5 leader: *chuckles * Amen to that. Understood unit 3, we'll rendezvous with your guys at High end Art District.

Bruden Bro 1: Don't think that this is last that Klein Bruders and mein will see you grunts. When this is all over, we will SLAM

Unit 5 leader: Sorry had to nip the monologing in the bud and tranqs were not much of an option, bastard was hopped up something fierce.

Unit 4 leader: No problem Unit 4, Copy that.* hooks radio, and turns to men * ALRIGHT! * jerks thumb over shoulder * LOAD UP THE LAST OF THESE FUCKWADS! IF CUFFS ARE NOT ENOUGH, TRANQ 'EM! KNOCK THEM OUT IF NEED BE! I WANT THE EVIDENCE PLACED IN 3 SEPERATE VEHICLES BACK TO THE EVIDENCE LOCKER YESTERDAY! THE REST I WANT TO JOIN UP WITH UNIT 4 AND HEAD TO THE HIGH END DISTRICT!

SIRENS BLARING INTO THE DISTANCE

Narrator: ( tosses away chef hat and mustache ) CUE VISION QUEST SOUNDTRACK "LUNATIC FRINGE"! Thus our protagonist * huff huff* took the next * huff * 30 minutes to get to * wheeze* to the High end district! ( running along the side walks in a 80's workout outfit ) As you can guys its- * huff * its *huff wheeze* a bit of a stretch to keep up with all these guys, ugh had too many hotdogs at the baseball game ( pauses for breath ) I have GOT to lay off the deep fry (pant pant, inhale exhale ) Til then to the high end district via, * Rips off workout clothes, revealing shinobi outfit,straps on goggles and presses the RED button * ROCKET BOOTS! ( fly's off ramp across the river ) WHOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOooooo! IMMA FLYING! I BELIEVE I CAN FLY-wait a minute *starts to descend * oh yeah comical physics apply while- WHAMM (muffled voice ) in the plot of things, ow. ( pops head out ) welp at least we made it to the district dear readers ( looks up ) better yet! The roof tops of Lady Hippoclaytes primary art Gallery, just a matter of getting down ( tenses up hears nearby movement ) WHOOP that be my cue to blend in, NINJA! * vanishes into the page lining, pops head back out looks at the readers * shhhhh! * pops back into page lining *

PRESENT TIME ROOFTOP OF ART GALLERY, HIGH END DISTRICT

DT: Sweet criminey christmas, did'nt think Neyla would be moving this fast. If I'm anywhere past 30 minutes behind her, she'll have the chance of making a break for it. That *looks at watch * I don't have much time myself. Gotta make sure Fabritha, Ethan, and the kits make it to the airport in time.

(sound of muscle cars pulling up, think manly)

DT: Well at least I know that Comitas is here. ( swings into open window) Hup! ( onto chandelier into the next room) Welp, better hurry and assist him lest his old flame misinterprets the situation!

Narrator: As D'artagnan made his way through the multilevel art gallery, running into the occasional goon, Comitas wanting to impress and save rather than impede and sour, decided on the direct approach . Because we want to hurry along with the story we'll keep it sweet and short as we can. ( cue Shakka - Take our time )

Comitas: * gives himself a one-over in plaza fountain reflection * fwooo Alright gentleman, lets us detain the lady's cousin. Oh, if you can manage no damage to the fine art collection please? *promptly knocks on the door *

Butler: * answers * Oui?

Comitas: Gerald, I was wondering if Hippoclayte's cousin was in we wish to discuss certain "matters"

Butler: *ruffled mustache * MONSIEUR Pachyderm... if you properly recall, that the LADY of the estate wished for you not to return for quite sometime?

Comitas: I only wish to inquire her cousins whereabouts. He is or at least was associated with Dmitri's printing press operation. I know that regarding that forger and his former patronage here is a sensitive Gerald, please? Its not my intent to hurt her

Butler: * angrily * a bit late for that "sir"! * turns around* still, I will ask lady Hippoclayte if - * stiffens in surprise* bows LADY HIPPOCLAYTE! I was just informing Monsieur here that-

Hippoclayte: Its fine Gerald * looks at Comitas * if its just talking, though somehow with the gentleman behind you * gestures to 10 pugilists * I somehow doubt it sigh. What has Hudson done this time?

Comitas: Forged money Ma- lady Hippoclayte. Or what was left of the distributed amounts among the "business associates" of Dmitri. Your cousin was sadly, confirmed as one of them.

Hippoclayte: Its as you stated earlier. At one time, Dmitri was a patron of this gallery, Hudson said it a contribution to the Arts. When Hudson introduced him, it didn't seem suspicious, not at the time anyhow. That forger was known to most high class art circles. After the incident with the Venus De Whalo it this place has been view with scrutiny, Ms. D'oinkeu stopped her patronage here altogether. Suspicions were made about zis place, seeing as how the security truck had a checkpoint known only to me and my cousin, before it reached Dmitri's mansion in Monaco. So naturally, Interpol came around once again, and did question him about his transactions with Dmitri himself. Some of the materials for the forged paintings, came in fact from our establishment at the time. Aside from the fact the fakes were found in his mansion, his lawyers managed to find a loop hole. Interpol wasn't able to nail him for it. Earlier tonight in fact, Hudson was acting paranoid, and when it occurred to me that there might be some residual dredge from the incident, he denied fervently anything was wrong.

Comitas: The Virtuoso Mob just took down the Bruden Brothel near the old nightclub about 15 minutes ago. Chances he's seen on us the camera monitors. Hudson is more than likely going to try and make break for it.

Hippoclayte: GOODNESS! Well, * turns away * that would * winces, cups her cheek * Mph explain a lot, you'll have to excuse me a moment, I think I need to sit down. * opens compact powder kit *

Comitas: Strange, you never use powder unless, * tenses up * Mademoiselle?! * kneels, turns her face gently* Maria...( quietly ) what happened to your face?

Hippoclayte: Its nothing dear, slipped and hit a door frame by accident.

Comitas: * eyes widen * don't tell me he-?! * turns to Butler Gerald * Did you know of this?!

Gerald: * stiffens again * What goes on in this manor does not concern you sir-GAK!

Comitas: * holds up by collar * It DOES concern me when a man strikes a LADY, * narrows eyes * even more pressing that the help did not report it to the authorities! * inhales and exhales deeply * Though given the situation, perhaps it is for the betterment of Paris that you did not. Maria, * places Gerald down * please understand if he continues on like this..

Hippoclayte: * nods * please Comitas * grabs and cups hands tightly * whatever he may be, don't be rash. If you can just, talk to him-

Butler: * straightens bow tie * Hmph...

Comitas: sigh Despite my for lack of a better word indignation, it is not mine nor my men's intention to bring harm upon your cousin, not his livelihood anyhow. But I'm afraid that our young blood may not see it as such. Our primary goal is to detain him long enough for the police to round up him and his-DODGE

Goon: YAHHHHH WHAM OOF!

Comitas: * straightens jacket * Goons, * bends down and kisses her hand* rest assured my dear, it is merely a fortnight for our business here. But please, if there is any chance at all that you would like to catch up over dinner say Saturday?

Hippoclayte: *pained smile * As a..friend, I'll consider it after the affairs of tonight have been settled.

Comitas: *sad sigh * Of course, if you please, remain in the safety your quarters, until the police arrive?

Hippoclayte: * heads down the hallway * Be careful!

Butler Gerald: * stiffly bows * Sir * follows after*

Hippoclayte: Oui, * turns to his men and starts moving up the stairs * Gentleman, groups of four to each floor. Jacque and Nasir * gestures * I want you two to accompany me to Hudson's "office". Save a bit of the forged cash as evidence along with the logs recorded. Remember we are here to detain the lady's cousin, the goons however * knockouts random goon, 2 jabs one body blow* are to be reduced down to half their numbers. * clangs steel knuckles together * MOVE!

MEANWHILE IN HUDSONS OFFICE

Hudson: * security monitors * Shit shit SHIT! Gotta get out of here with the money before the puntain pachyderm gets up here to- * sound of whip curling * who's there? WHIPASH merde, MY BACK!

Neyla: evening Hudson, * shuts window * leaving so soon?

Hudson: * hobble quickly to the door way * NEYELA?! They said you were dead! * makes a break for it* Can't believe this is happening of all times when the Mob is on the hunt! *opens door *

D'artagnan: HOLA HUDSON! *trips ups with cane, catches collar last second * ( think deadpool 2016 movie ) MELLAMO ES D'ARTAGNAN! * drops to floor, tilts up face * DONDE ESTA DOLARES DEL DMITRI?

Hudson: * rolls away * What they HELL are you supposed to be?! Are you with her?!

D'artagnan: Human. And I'm technically with the Virtuoso actually.

Hudson: * eyes widen in fear * HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE? GUARDS?! GUARDS?!* beeping radio comm * GUARRRDS!

D'artagnan: * redirects back to office * Unfortunately for you * smashes comm box * Your Goons are a bit "busy" at the moment.

Hudson: *pulls out walkie talkie * just gotta call the boys outside then is all I need to-

D'artangan: Yeahhh * Peers outside window * you see, the Merc's I hired are corralling them for the street militia until things are wrapped up here.

ALLY WAY OUTSIDE

Merc 1: So how long we gotta do this?

Merc 2: Long enough until these guys have unloaded a few more gallons of fist on this punks. 'sides * gestures * it IS kind of amusing, no?

Random street soldier : Stop hitting yourself POW stop hitting yourself POW stop hitting yourself POW

Merc 1: * shrugs shoulders * Eh dunno, certainly better than most of my mothers soap operas. Gonna get old thought if he don't come up with something fresh soon. * hefts flask* coffee mon amie?

Merc: *chuckle * You know it! * takes a swig *

BACK IN HUDSONS OFFICE

D'artangan: SO * leans against wall * without further ado how about we have a nice, civilized chat before Monsieur Comitas "detains" you, hmmm?

Hudson: GO TO HELL YOU FREAK OF NATURE!

D'artagnan: *cocks eyebrow * Well haven't heard THAT in a few weeks time! Still as refreshing as your commentary is ( slips on leather gloves ) POW I think its to everyone's benefit POW you talk to someone you have history with ( roughly lifts Hudson's head ) Neyla if you would...

Narrator: 2 minutes later after a severe form of communication via Neylas whip...

Hudson: *spits in D'artagnan's face * you will pay for this with your life! you and this tiger putain! You think your some sort of Vigilante?

D'artagnan: Saying this from personal experience, and not 'cause I like you. One You might want to be careful about HOW you use the word "pay". Two, I don't need to be a vigilante to see what's wrong with keeping forged francs in the system.

Hudson: * trembles in anger* And you think that Pinto is going to down without a fight? HAH! Think again, he's one of the sub-chiefs for Mug Shot! I may be screwed, but so will you once he finds out you WHAM! *falls to the floor, passed out *

DT: Huh tough cookie, * looks down * but then again, his stamina is not much to boast of. Kind of like lord Farquad from the first Shrek movie. Must be sad for the whomever he was last intimate with, man or woman.

Comitas: * amused laugh * True.

Jacque and Nasir: * snickering *

Neyla: (half joking, half serious ) D'ARTAGNAN! * lightly smacks his arm*

DT: * raises hands * And he's not much of a fighter compared to our mutual canine acquaintance. Despite his size, Pinto isn't one to call on help if he thinks he doesn't need it. From what Sly has told me-

Neyla: * turns away, ashamed *

DT: *realization * I apologize Neyla but we have to clarify-

Neyla: It's fine D'artangan..please continue

DT:* nods * Old Meat head mugshots concentration will not be on me but on making his way out of the country, settling in one where he is not wanted on account of criminal record, and then the Cooper gang if he runs across them. * turns * That being said, thank you Comitas for cutting off his incessant smack talk. We have a schedule to keep after all.

Comitas: Indeed D'artagnan, it is my belief that you have business elsewhere. * nods * Mademoiselle Neyla, you should hurry up, Interpol will be here in a short while, best you and this young gentleman to proceed with things. * turns to D'artagnan * In about 30 minutes time Interpol will be moving in on Pintos ware house. Best for you to get into position for your friends in the Cooper gang.

DT: No worries. By the time the cops return to the hospital, we'll be long gone. Still comparably to every mammal that gives me a disgruntled stare, * jerks thumb over shoulder * HE'S a ballsy bastard. Likable trait when your looking for honesty in a world of passive aggressive populace. Well, at least when he wakes in a minute or two, he'll be driven into the fair, loving arms of some of Interpol's finest * chuckle * .

Comitas: * chuckles * Get going you two. And stay safe.

DT: You got it * leaps out window and onto the lower roof tops *

Comitas: And Miss Neyla?

Neyla: * pauses * yes?

Comitas: Never too late young lady, * smiles gently * that's all I can say.

Neyla: * blushes * I'm sure that I don't know what you mean monsieur, * leaps out window *Bonne nuit!

Narrator: * pops out of page lining * Pins and needles. PINS AND NEEDLES! As D'artagnan and Neyla make their ways respectively, determined to complete this operation. Comitas men deposed of 30 goons total leaving a collective of 20 left for Interpol. After finding the remaining unburnt forged francs and log books, and making sure the real money was uploaded to "the brains" they left shortly there after, they signaled to the Mercenary groups it was time to move out to the final location, and for the street militia to head to back ally's. The police arrived apprehending what was left of the goon squad and Hudson himself. Of course despite Chief Berkeley's specific instructions to keep Hudson conscious, units 2,3,4, and 5 figured since he's already out of it, why not "wake" him up to inform him formally of his charges? After doing so in a droll fashion, they proceeded to load up the criminals in one of their larger prison transport trucks..well rather they more tossed than loaded them, most were battered or unconscious. Evidence was loaded up to the 3 cars that arrived on the previous scene. After taking a statement from Lady Hippoclayte, those care were once again, sent back once again to the Interpol HQ evidence lockup.

HORN BLARES

Narrator: * looks at watch * Would ya look at the time Gotta run, but you dear readers will be seeing * uses binoculars to mark landing* part 2 soon enough. * straps on wing-suit and googles * If anyone's got some extra smoke bombs, * wets index finger to find wind direction * best to toss 'em to our protagonist so he create a diversion if the set amount smoke bombs hidden around in the Hospital is not enough! So 'til then, * sets up giant sling shot, aims towards the tracks * See ya * vaults into net* in the next * salutes, cuts ropes, launches* CHAPPTEEEEeeeeer!

AU: Tired, right twitching, hands AND back currently aching. Yes, yes this is the unedited version ladies and gentleman. Not my best work, so its understandable that you all are less than pleased and more than irritated over more than just the extra time I took to make it. Just try to bear with, still human after all. Still trying to catch up with certain series. No worries, Part 2 will be up soon enough dear readers. Again I have no problem with encouragement, a push in the right direction, helpful reviews and commentary, just keep in mind the notes mentioned from earlier, OK? Until next time, stay you, STAY AWESOME!