IV. IV
Preparations for the Setup
The next morning woke up as a cheery innocent one. Mr. Fox woke up happily, knowing today would be the day his beloved daughter would marry. Throughout, it was a happy sunrise, uncorrupted by the soon be news that would spread like wildfire throughout Interpol and possibly even the world: Inspector Carmelita M. Fox had committed suicide. Juan got dressed and woke up Maria, Gregorio, and Julio.
"Everyone get dressed, Joseph will be arriving pretty soon, and so should Carmelita," he said.
McBride himself was trying to make himself as disgustingly flawless a bit of perfection he thought he was. He may have been loaded and he had good graces with Mr. Fox, but he could be overly self-centered at a level that made Johnny Bravo look like a two out of ten on the scale. The fact that he dated 90 of the unmarried women at work gave him a feeling of invincibility.
He parted his hair to his left, slicking in some gel, and removed the teeth whitening strips off his teeth. Then he gave a smile to his reflection.
"Man! Carmelita will be begging for more of this by tomorrow night!" he said to himself.
Bentley had not yet learned of the soon be marriage as he sat back in his wheelchair. For nearly a year of little use of his legs, standing up was tiresome and limited. But hey! At least he could walk now. Penelope down in the lab; working on a new helicopter capable of setting off EMP charges and firing rockets. But like many inventions of theirs, the thing turned into a fireball and charbroiled Dimitri and Murray during the earlier stages. The pink guy was in his meditation dojo with Guru and Panda King. Dimitri was as usual practicing his scuba diving in pool complex they had hidden underneath the lab while flooding the room with his self-centered techno music. He pulled up his newspaper. Had he not been jolted awake by the cups of coffee he might not have noticed. In a small article, it read 'Fox Family Marriage' and it talked about briefly of what he had feared. The marriage was moved ahead to today!
"OH SHIT!" he yelled, fumbling for his laptop on the table next to him.
"What happened this time?" Penelope asked, walking up the stairs.
"Nothing, nothing, stubbed my toe while getting in the chair," he choked.
When she left, he typed away, making an email. Eventually, he hit send and sighed.
"I hope this works," he muttered.
Murray exited the dojo and worked on his kickboxing skills. Just before he left, Sly had assigned him to report on what was going on, preferably personally. For some reason he was more concerned about Inspector Fox than the others. He couldn't blame him. Sly did kill her cousin after all!
"Well you permanently screwed any chance of hooking up with the inspector Sly," he muttered silently, delivering a hard kick to the punching bag.
Sly had a rough night after his nightmare. He wasn't scared of the dream itself, but what it meant. So far, much of that dream had come true in his life, and now he was terrified by the fact that it couldn't have been a coincidence, though he still clung to the minuscule shred of hope that it was just a dream. After what happened, he only racked up a total of a half hour of sleep due to nodding off while sitting up awake in the darkness of his bedroom. Sitting at a desk in his room, he began to nod off, eventually unable to fight off the prevailing unconsciousness. Slamming his head onto the desktop, a glass of water spilled. The water ran out of the cup and into opening of his laptop, shorting out the chips and wires, and denying its owner the chance to read an incoming email.