Two weeks since the Kid's notice had arrived. Two weeks of intense preparation, late nights and background checks.
Two weeks of sheer undiluted torture, waiting for that the chase that lead to the prize they so eagerly strove for.
Waiting for tonight.
The traps were set, the men were in place, the check had been completed and now it was just the countdown for the fun to begin.
For the guest of honour to arrive.
Inspector Nakamori's communicator beeped and he picked it up. "Nakamori."
"Good evening, Nakamori-kun." The smooth and round tones of a very familiar phantom thief rang out.
His brows and decent good mood came crashing down as he gripped the walkie-talkie in a white knuckle grip. "Kid!"
"The one and only." The grin was evident, even through the hazy static of the device. "Lovely evening, isn't it?"
"Quit the games, Kid, what are you up to this time?!" His men heard his shouting and began looking around for any sign of the white-clad thief.
"No games, Inspector." One of his men raised the cry and he looked up to see the Kid looking down on them from his perch on top of a building. He wiggled his fingers at them playfully. "Or at least none from me currently."
"What do you mean?" Something was off, that was for certain. The Kid rarely -stopped- to talk. Much less before a heist.
"Didn't the Notice seem a little... odd?" The Kid questioned, seemingly unfazed by the sea of police officers around him. "As in... not from me?"
"WHAT?!" Several of his men took a few steps away from him at the shout.
"You really should do better background checks on your men, Nakamori-kun." The Kid playfully chided. "Otherwise you would know that Officer Junpei and his partner are former forgers."
It was amazing how fast people could be picked out of a crowd, Nakamori noted as almost all of the heads in the area unerringly picked out the afore mentioned name.
"So, while I thank you for your invitation, I'm afraid I must decline." The Kid sighed regretfully. But if you would be so good as to return in about a week and a half, I would be happy to oblige you..."
"Oh, no you don't!" He snapped, just feeling a vein pop on his forehead. There was no WAY after all the time, effort and headaches they had gone through that the Kid was simply going to 'walk away'. "Get Your White-Clad-Butt DOWN Here AND STEAL THIS GEM!!!"
There was a slight pause around him as his words sunk in. Oh... shoot his monkey...
The walkie-talkie in his hand purred. "As you wish, Nakamori-kun..."
-fin-
Voices say that Junpei (dunno where they got the name) was trying to lure the Kid out to catch him.
Talk about a backfire... ^^;;
23 May 2003
Two weeks of sheer undiluted torture, waiting for that the chase that lead to the prize they so eagerly strove for.
Waiting for tonight.
The traps were set, the men were in place, the check had been completed and now it was just the countdown for the fun to begin.
For the guest of honour to arrive.
Inspector Nakamori's communicator beeped and he picked it up. "Nakamori."
"Good evening, Nakamori-kun." The smooth and round tones of a very familiar phantom thief rang out.
His brows and decent good mood came crashing down as he gripped the walkie-talkie in a white knuckle grip. "Kid!"
"The one and only." The grin was evident, even through the hazy static of the device. "Lovely evening, isn't it?"
"Quit the games, Kid, what are you up to this time?!" His men heard his shouting and began looking around for any sign of the white-clad thief.
"No games, Inspector." One of his men raised the cry and he looked up to see the Kid looking down on them from his perch on top of a building. He wiggled his fingers at them playfully. "Or at least none from me currently."
"What do you mean?" Something was off, that was for certain. The Kid rarely -stopped- to talk. Much less before a heist.
"Didn't the Notice seem a little... odd?" The Kid questioned, seemingly unfazed by the sea of police officers around him. "As in... not from me?"
"WHAT?!" Several of his men took a few steps away from him at the shout.
"You really should do better background checks on your men, Nakamori-kun." The Kid playfully chided. "Otherwise you would know that Officer Junpei and his partner are former forgers."
It was amazing how fast people could be picked out of a crowd, Nakamori noted as almost all of the heads in the area unerringly picked out the afore mentioned name.
"So, while I thank you for your invitation, I'm afraid I must decline." The Kid sighed regretfully. But if you would be so good as to return in about a week and a half, I would be happy to oblige you..."
"Oh, no you don't!" He snapped, just feeling a vein pop on his forehead. There was no WAY after all the time, effort and headaches they had gone through that the Kid was simply going to 'walk away'. "Get Your White-Clad-Butt DOWN Here AND STEAL THIS GEM!!!"
There was a slight pause around him as his words sunk in. Oh... shoot his monkey...
The walkie-talkie in his hand purred. "As you wish, Nakamori-kun..."
-fin-
Voices say that Junpei (dunno where they got the name) was trying to lure the Kid out to catch him.
Talk about a backfire... ^^;;
23 May 2003