NOTES- Sly Cooper and related characters are property of Sucker Punch. The Macavity name is Andrew Lloyd-Webber and/or T.S. Eliot. "Can't keep it down" is from Fame and belongs to who own it. Yes Nee's a fan of musicals, they're fun. Nee's characters are property of Little Nee Knight. Another chappie so long it was cut into two.
Only one reviewer this time.Sly'sCarmelita22 - Nee's glad love Nee's story.
Chapter
six was hard to write as it was the first time Nee tried to put real
heart in to a scene. It actually started life in chapter three but had
to be cut and moved to number six, so Nee took some of the thing Nee
learnt from that and put them in chapter five.Also Nee had to mask what
most of the characters looked like so Macavity could have this big
"This is the real face of Macavity" moment later (Or maybe Nee will
make Macavity like Dr Claw and never show his real face). Masking
characters is harder then it should be.
Nee's still waiting for your story.
Ch7 - Cafe Smash-a - Part1
"...Comes over to me,
And she kisses my cheek and I lower my eyes,
I can hardly believe what I see!
'Cause I'm lookin' down the front of her gown,
And I can't, no, I can't
I can't keep it down!
I can't keep it down when that girl's around
I can't keep it under my control
I can't k-k-keep it down, no, no I can't!
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna rock and roll!"
'If I ever do a musical heist again. I'll have to get Bentley to do something with this song' Sly had been in the music shop for the last ten minuites. Joe Vetty's was the only music shop in Paris that Sly knew stocked a lot of English CDs, he could understand French fine but preferred songs in the tongue of the good old USA. 'Carmelita would do her nut.' The thought of irking the Inspector in such a way caused the 'coon to laugh out loud. But that was quickly silenced by the memory of how the lovely Miss Fox looked in the hospital.
"She looked so weak..."
Beep, Beep, Beep.
Being out, looking around shops, Sly had opted for a cell phone rather then his benoc-u-com. Getting out a pair of goggles to take a call gets you noticed in a crowded shopping precinct, and Sly had worked too hard on this disguise to let that happen. After all it was so good he'd managed to walk into a hospital filled with cops and not get arrested for the last few days.
"Hi Bentley, what's..."
"Sitting Duck! What do you think your doing? We won't risk you getting picked up by cops just so you can do shopping!"
"Bentley, will you quit with the lame codenames? When you join me out in the field then we'll use codenames." 'Yeah right like he's ever gonna leave the van.' "Wait a sec, How'd you know I was shopping? Doing you have me microchipped or something?"
"... You know I do..." The green genius replied in a monotone voice. "But it a good thing I did, otherwise I wouldn't know about your little trips to the hospital. I thought you said you didn't have feelings for her."
"Yeah I know I said that... but I think somewhere down the line the flirting became has become someting else, man. Last week Henri asked me why I was there. Revenge for my home, friends or loved one. And I wanted to say Carmelita, but I realised, I didn't know how I classed her. Friend or loved one. It's all very confusing. Bentley, what do you think?"
"Bentley, you still there?"
"Fine. Its fine, the fact that you're in love with our mortal enermy is great! Woopdee flipping dooda Great!... Sly do you realise that you have just put everything, ev-ery-thing we've ever worked for at risk, just by uttering those words? No, no you don't. You don't even care, do you?"
"HEY! That's completely out of order, Bentley! You know I care about all the hard work you AND Murray put in. I listen to you... Okay, not all the time, but most of the time I listen and comply with your plans and safety measures. Go to the bathroom!"
"What?"
"Just go." Sly waited a few moments for the turtle to go and fulfill his mini quest. "Well, what did you see?"
"Nothing, just a couple of old bottles."
"Exactly! Those old bottles are this week's disguise. They were full of red fur dye forty-seven. To the untrained eye I'm Carmelita's FOX uncle Fernando." And indeed the world famous thief looked like an elderly fox in a long beige trench coat, -with matching suit. Sly had only dyed the part that showed and his tail so there'd be less to wash out. Anyone looking real close at him would see where the red fur stopped and the grey fur started such as on his neck. "And as for how I feel about Carmelita, you should know nothing will even happen. One, I just said I didn't know how I feel and Two, you really think she'll let something happen?" The last past of Sly speech was the rhetorical question that had kept the thief awake the last few days.
"... I so sorry Sly. I just worry, you know that."
"I know. Hey, why don't you and Murray come down here? I'll need a lift back anyway."
"Okay Sitting Duck, we'll be there shortly."
"Great, and stop with this Sitting Duck stuff please. See ya."
Putting his cell phone away Sly continued to browse the shelves until he found what he'd come in for, a Queen CD. Henri's mention of them had sparked a interest, and Sly just wanted to see what was all the fuss was about. As he made his way towards the cashier he spied two young girlies stuffing CDs into their bags.
'Ahh, for the days when I was not above petty shoplifting. Sure it wasn't as challenging as today's heist but they were funnier then paying full price. Whoops! Well, hehe, it is if you don't caught... Shut up Cooper. You're starting to sound like a old man.'
After pay for his purchases, the racoon left the store and walked to the small little cafe down the road to wait for his friends. But he was not the only one to be moving in that direction.
High above the shopping precinct, two figures prowled the roof tops. One had his eyes locked on Cooper, the other was more concerned with what was in her bag.
"He's stopped at the cafe. I thought you said he was a 'coon."
"He is!" The female looked over the ledge at their target. "Hmm... Red dye forty-seven or orange number six. Besides what's it matter to you? Meat's meat."
"Yeah it is, but foxes have a tendency to bite."
"Does it really matter? Is the big, bad Kofi scared?"
"Noooo... I have a tendency to bite back." A small smile appeard on Kofi's face. "Hmm, looks like he's built for speed..."
"A nine point six to your seven point four... Okay here's the plan..."
"Ohh no, you don't! Being Chris' flavour of the month DOES NOT give you seniority over ME." Kofi turned to the woman on his left, glaring daggers through his pitch black sunglasses. No one but Macavity told him what to do. "He and I have been doing this sort of thing since before you were born, sweetness. So you listen to me and my plan."
"I AM NOT JUST HIS FLAVOUR OF THE MONTH!" The insulted female spoked with the vemon of death adder. It seemed she wouldn't be told what to do ever. "I'm his wife and the mother of his child."
"Don't make you number two in this gang, just makes you..."
"KOFI! Think before you say your next words." A third figure approch the pair. "Tell me... are all cats like you two or just the ones I meet?"
"Chrissy." The woman's spirits lifted the instant she heard Macavity's voice. A second later she had her arms around him. "I thought you were in Germany tonight."
"Highlander One needed to refuel, my little DarkFire. It's at Iain's. And I thought I'd come see my favourite assasin work her magic." The crime boss retured the embrace.
"First off Chris, there's nothing wrong with cats, just her. And second, get a room! I'm about ta be sick."
"Come now Kofi, you were ten times worse with Leanna. If memory serves, you even gave up killing." Macavity smirked. "Now, listen to DarkFire's plan. She didn't let Henri escape her." He said raising a eyebrow toward his old friend, whilst the lady around his chest poked her tongue out.
"You put that away." The hired thug growled, then turned his attention back to his boss and pal. "And you, I told you, the guy wouldn't stop goin' on 'bout his mum. What was I supposed to do?"
"Your job!.. Now you are going to hear my wife's plan and you're going to follow it!"
Before the two could launch into another agrument, DarkFire started to rattle off her plan, knowing there was a good chance their prey would have moved on by the time her colleagues finished 'discussing' their feelings.
"Look, all we have to do is cut off his escape options. Kofi, you go down there and do what you do and I'll snipe the ground around him if he tries to make a break for it. I know what you're thinking, don't worry I won't shoot him." It was the gunwoman's turn to smirk. "Any damage done to him, you have full bragging rights to." The reaction she got had been the one she'd expected. "See, I knew you'd like it. Now if you start down the stairs, it should take you ten minutes to get down to ground level, should the target move I'll start to corral him in with supressing fire."
"Who said anything 'bout taking the stairs?" Kofi said as the crazed thug leapt off the top of the building.
"IDIOT!" Panicked by the unexpected move, the sniper ran to the edge and what she saw was not a nasty mess but Kofi landing in a crouch, standing up and walking towards Cooper.
"You have to learn, DarkFire, Kofi isn't like regular folk."