Disclaimer: See chapter three for disclaimer.

A/N: Vincent is a bit busy today so he won't be able to make his usual remarks. Just for a bit of fun I thought some of you might like to know what Vincent looks like. If not then skip this author's note and go strait to the review replies. He has long brown hair and red eyes. He is much more muscular than I could ever be and has a nice tan. He wears a headband, usually black, and a dark green cape. His weapons of choice are two long ninja swords. His clothing is usually dark.

*Sees Vincent chasing after a man with short blond hair carrying an axe and foaming at the mouth*

Oh boy.

J. Lucy-Daisuke – Thank you so much. It's reviews like yours that keep me going. *Cries tears of Joy* Finally someone understands me. By the way, have you read my bio yet? I like it if people know a little about me sot that they understand my writing a little better.

Megawing – That is something I didn't know. Thanks for pointing that out. I'll try to fix it later.

Chapter Four: Queen of Spades

            Zenigata wandered into a little corner café in downtown Dublin. He took a seat at the counter and began to skim over the menu. After his coffee was served he noticed a woman enter the café. She sat at the counter only two seats away. A few minutes thought and he remembered who she was. It was Mae Wills, Interpol detective assigned to the case of the 'Wolves'. She seemed depressed for some reason.

            After she ordered Zenigata slid down a few seats to sit next to her. "Hey," he said, "Remember me?"

            She looked up, searched her memory for a moment, and replied, "Yeah. You were at the crime scene a few days back, screaming about someone named Lupin."

            "The name's Zenigata," he held out his hand and she shook it. "You're Mae Wills right?"

            "Uh-huh. So you're from Interpol too?"

            "Yup. Detective assigned to the case of Lupin the Third." She nodded her head as if she didn't seem interested. "Something wrong?"

            She sighed, "I just can't figure it out. I've tried over and over again but it still doesn't make any sense."

            "What doesn't make sense?"
            "You remember Gray?"

            "Leader of the Wolves?"

            "Yeah. Him. I can't figure it out. He knows so much about me and I haven't any idea how he knows me so well."

            "How long have you been on this guy's case?"

            "About seven years now. I had just finished my second case when he showed up out of nowhere. He kept causing trouble and I've tracked him halfway round the world by now."

            Soon their food was served and they ate in silence. They were just about finished when an old man hobbled by. He tripped and nearly fell. He held himself up by grabbing onto Inspector Blue's jacket pocket. She turned to help him up. He muttered his thanks and hobbled out of the café and down the street.

            Zenigata watched as she straightened her clothes. She stopped suddenly and pulled out a crumpled slip of paper from the pocket the old man had grabbed. She opened it up and looked at it. Her face contorted in rage. She slammed her payment onto the counter and shot out of the door. The piece of paper floated gently to the ground.

            Inspector Zenigata picked up the paper and read it.

            Hey Blue! I'd love to let you get to know me a little better but you already know so much about me. Too bad you don't remember who I really am. I hope you don't plan on catching me any time soon because our next heist will be the one to put our names in international news. You can chase me from New York to Hong Kong but I'm the one really chasing you.

            Love,

            Gray.

            Zenigata shrugged and crumpled up the little note. He tossed it over his shoulder and paid his bill. As he left the note landed at the table of a man wearing a red jacket, blue shirt, pink tie, and white pants. The Japanese man picked up the note and read it. He too shrugged but placed the note in his pocket. Old Pops was loosing his touch.

            Lupin paid his bill and left also. Gray's disguise had been almost seamless. The only thing that could have given him away was something so small that only a trained eye like Lupin's could have picked it out. The initials L.R. were on one of the cuff links of his jacket. Lupin strolled down the street toward his hotel.

            He had begun a stake out of Gray's hotel when he had found out where they were staying. That afternoon he had trailed a disguised Gray to the café. He had heard the altercation between Pops and Blue and watched as Gray left his calling card in the younger inspector's pocket. There was no doubt in his mind about Gray's skill.

            No matter how hard Lupin tried he could not find out just what Gray's plan was. He never spoke the name of his target aloud, always spoke of techniques in code, and always made sure that no one could figure it out. Only he and his gang knew what the heist was.

            As Lupin turned another corner he once again saw Gray. He had changed out of his disguise and was leaning up against the wall of a building. This time Lupin got a good look at him. He was rather tall and had shoulder length brown hair. His nose was short and pointed and his sunglasses rested upon it. He was wearing an old gray sports jacket and a gray shirt. He wore a pair of black denim pants and nice pair of white shoes.

            Gray looked up and smiled at Lupin. "So," he said, "Did you enjoy my performance?"

            "I must say you are quite talented," Lupin replied with a crooked grin, "However…" His smile faded. "This does not change the fact that you have insulted me. You would do well to remember to treat your superiors with respect."

            "You may be a world renowned thief Mr. Lupin," Gray smirked, "But just because you are older than I am does not mean you are my sempai. I raised myself on the streets of eastern America. This is not Japan and people here in Ireland don't dote on their culture. I respect you as a master thief but you have yet to earn my respect personally."

            "What's with the love note to Inspector Blue?"

            "We are old acquaintances." Lupin became fed up with talking to Gray and strolled past him. "Oh, and Lupin?"

            Lupin turned, "What?"

            "Do you have fun spying through my window? Are you after my plans or Red's ass?" Leaving before Lupin could answer he turned the corner and disappeared.

A/N: Well that's it for chapter four.

Vincent – We finally caught Cid boss.

Kev – Did you get his axe this time?

Vincent – Yeah. *Holds up a wicked looking war axe* How the hell can he lift this thing?

Kev – He's had lots of practice.

Vincent – Well…bye everyone. See you next chapter!

Kev – Ciao!