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Ch8 - Cafe Smash-a - Part2
Whilst all this had been going on, the racoon who looked like a fox had taken a seat (no, not literally) at the cafe, placed his order and began to read the paper he'd taken off a customer (yes, literally) who was abusing one of the poor waitresses, as well as his wallet, car keys and house keys. He continued to do that until a very large muscular panther in a long leather trenchcoat and combats, came over and got in the way of the sun Sly was using to read. Sly had watched this guy arguing with a woman (and a third party Cooper couldn't make out) on the roof opposite the cafe, and watched him jumping off the roof and push some poor young horse into the side of a car for no reason, before making his way to his table.
"You Cooper?"
'Well he knows your name... Watch yourself, Sly, this guy must be seven five, seven three at least and built like a house.' "I'm sorry, man. I don't do impressions."
"Neither do I." The panther leaned over and got right into the face of the fox/racoon. "I leave them." And with that the thug punched the thief clear out of his seat.
Landing rather uncomfortably on another table, being used by two women, Sly cursed himself for leaving himself wide open. As Sly got up, he watched the guy who just attacked him kiss the collection of dogtags which hung round his neck and crack his knuckles as if it were the baddest thing ever.
"Let me guess, you're either Macavity or someone who works for him."
"Very clever. And do you know WHY Chris dragged me back to this dump you call a city?"
"Because he thinks you need to take in some of the culture?" The thief smirked. When the thug started to look confused, Sly knew sarcasm "Because I have something of his?"
"Ohh you are a sharp one, ain't cha? Now give it to me or..." Kofi once again cracked his knuckles.
"You know, if you continue to do that, you'll get arthritis."
"I've been doing it for the last ninty-something years... Somehow I think I'm in the clear."
"Ninty... Something... Years?" It didn't fit. 'Nah, this guy doesn't look like he's out of his late twenties.'
"Yeah, but its probably a 'lot' longer... I never learnt to count. Best not get in to it, it's a long story and if you don't hand over Chris' property, you won't be 'round long enough to hear it."
"Sorry, guess I left it back in my other disguise," The thief patted himself up and down to emphasise his point. "Tell you what... You wait here, I'll go grab it and come back." Knowing this would probably get him another slap round the mouth, Sly decided not wait for an answer. He turned to run down the street, now abandoned by shoppers not wanting to be witnesses to Kofi's assault. Sly didn't get far before the ground in front of him started to give off sparks. 'Someone's shooting at me and it ain't with a shock pistol. These guys are serious... Okay. I can do serious'
"If it were up to me, man, I'd take your word for it but 'er up there ain't exactly the trusting type." Kofi's eyes indicated the woman on the roof Sly had seen his attacker fighting with before. Almost instantly, the Panther dropped to a crouch as three bullets screamed over his head. "You know, one day you won't have Chris to hide behind, Sweetness! I can wait!" Standing up Kofi turned his attention back to Sly. "Chris's latest piece of crumpet... What'cha gonna do, huh? Now where was I? Oh yeah, it's a shame you haven't got that little trinket on ya, I liked you. But rules are..." The table leg to the side of head stopped the thug's little speech. Going to a hospital full of police, Sly had thought it best to leave his famous tool and weapon at the hideout and the damage caused by Kofi's punch had free up the nice piece of wood. Unfortunately for Cooper, it didn't down the black-furred monster but caused him to start snicker. "I knew I'd enjoy this. MY TURN!"
'Why do all the psychos in this business want to pick on me?' The thief thought as Kofi grabbed the scruff of Sly's neck and powerslammed him into the ground. If Sly had driven straight into the concrete floor, he would surely have broken his back, but Kofi wasn't going to finish his dinner in one mouthful, he knew how to make a full meal of it and slammed the racoon into another table.
Had Sly sat in the cafe itself, rather then taking a seat outside, he would have been beaten to death there and then.
"WE'RE COMING, SLY!"
Rapidly approaching the two combatants outside the cafe was the Cooper gang's day van. Bentley and 'the Murray' had just turned the corner and witnessed their old friend crash through a table. If he could get to the van, Cooper would be safe... All the gang's vans had been bulletproofed two summers ago after the Maxi Warwick heist. Murray floored it - no one was going to hurt his buddy.
DarkFire saw the van and decided to get rid of two very annoying birds with one van. Calculating the van's path from it's speed and current direction, it 'would' have stopped just to the right of Cooper. DarkFire took her shot with a smile and a song in her heart and hit the left front wheel. The sudden shift in weight and center of gravity caused the van to swerve to the left and careen straight into Kofi and Sly. Much to the sniper's annoyance Cooper was fast enough to jump on and run across the van's roof, but Kofi wasn't that quick. The van smashed into the wall of the cafe with the thug riding the front it.
"Well at least it got that useless..." Raising her gun barrel, DarkFire prepared to take out the thief who was still running about. Before she was able to take the shot Macavity pushed the gun barrel back down. "Chrissy, what are you doing?"
"You promised Kofi the kill and you will give him that honour."
"But he's wallpaste!"
"DarkFire, I dislike repeating myself. Kofi isn't like regular folk."
On the ground, Sly was working the backdoor of the van so he could get to his friends. On the other side of the door Bentley had got out of his seat and was trying to put out the small fire on his computer.
"Erggg... THERE!" The backdoors were now open. "Murray, Bentley, you guys alright?"
"Only a few cuts and abrasions in here Sly. What about you?"
"What feels like a cracked rib, but I'll live... Guys... not that I don't appreciate the rescue but throwing the van at him was a tad harsh." The trademark Cooper grin shone through the smoke.
"It wasn't in the plan, but it worked." The turtle tried to join his friend in making light of the situation. Neither wanted to think about what had just happened to the black panther who rode the front of the van into the wall. Someone had just murdered him, was it them or the girl with the gun? That was a moral question they'd talk about when they were back at the hideout. "Murray... you okay?" Their cumbersome pink friend had yet to utter a word. His eyes fixed to the rubble on the hood, the focus of the crash had brought a large chunk of the wall down on top of that guy, and he was being crushed twice in quick succession.
With the van out of commission and the police probably well on their way, Bentley and Sly decided to make tracks. Having climbed out the back doors after gathering whatever could be used as evidence against them, they were ready to leave, all they needed was the hippo.
Murray slowly took off his seat belt, his mind still going nineteen to the dozen but Sly said it was time to go. They would talk about it at the hideout. He grabbed the few trinkets he had on the dash and reached for the door handle...
"You broke my sunglasses."
Murray's eyes darted straight back to the hood. Kofi was smiling back. The van's front had buckled and bent round the guy's waist. But Murray's eyes were not drawn near his waist, but Kofi's eyes. Without the dark glasses hiding them, Murrey could see that Kofi had no pupils, completely white eyed.
"Now... MY TURN!" Slamming a hand into both side of the van with such force to shake Murray side to side, Kofi then lifted all four wheels of the vehicle off the ground. Giving it's occupant an evil grin, the panther tossed it a good five hundred yards down the street.
Both of the hippo's friends could just look on in awe. They had only see such strength once before, from Muggshot, but this was unbelievable. Whereas Muggshot's arms had been so misproportioned it looked like he could easily pick up a van, Kofi's arms were just very big but in proportion.
"Kofi, forget the retard! Go for Cooper!" DarkFire yelled from her rooftop vantage point.
"All in due time, sweetness." The thug took off his dogtag collection and wrapped them around his right hand to create a knuckle duster with some sort of protruding golden spike.. "I just want to show the pink one the reason I'm called Macavity's Right Hand of Death." And with that Kofi started to run towards Murray who had crawled out the now wrecked remains of the van and was trying to get to his friends.
The already battered Sly stepped into the path of the incoming thug. This was his fight, not his friends.
"Nana, nana, nana, Haystack!" About five foot from Sly, Kofi jumped up and came straight down with the Right Hand of Death aimed at Cooper's head. Thinking fast the racoon reached into his coat pocket and flung a coin straight in to the villian's eyes. "Arrgh!" Sly then took a step back and watched as the thug drove himself into the ground.
"I know there's a pun I could use here but I can't put my finger on it." The thief was tired but that was no excuse for poor sarcasm.
"Kofi, abort! The cops are just two street away!" The third member of the group Sly couldn't make out earlier barked out the command to the guy in the ground.
Picking himself up, Kofi took off down a nearby alley. With Macavity orders, Kofi didn't dare disobey. Just because he could take whatever the world served out to him, didn't mean he couldn't feel pain.
"Bentley, you and Murray get out of here and get checked out. I'm gonna keep tabs on our little friend."
"Umm... Sly..."
"Okay! Bentley, you and 'the' Murray..."
"No Sly," The pink hippo started sobbing. "I can't move my leg. It hurts."
Sly looked down at his old friend who still lay on the ground. The superhero fan's leg was lying limp behind him. No way was Murrey going anywhere but in the back of an ambulance.
"Bentley, you keep tabs on that thing." Sly spoke with disdain. "I'll wait here with with the big guy."
"You want me to what?" Both Bentley and Murray were surprised by the thief's last comment. Bentley in the field? Past tries didn't... hadn't gone very well, and now Sly wanted the little turtle to tail that monster! "Sly, if I go, I'll get killed!"
"Look, I know its not what you're used to, but you've read the Thievius Raccoonus enough to survive. I need to stay here, it's my fault Murray got hurt. Besides I'm the big fish, am I not? If they've got me, I bet they won't even bother putting guards outside Murray's hospital bed."
"And how will we get both of you out of there?"
"We'll 'discuss' it later." The thief said with a knowing wink.
"Huh?... Ohh, I get it."
"Great, now go. Just leave our stuff in one of the the drop points."
A moment later the streets fell silent. Cooper put his coat over his friend to make a make-shift blanket. 'At least I can get this rib looked at.' It was Cooper's last thought as the squad cars turned the corner.