NOTES- Sly Cooper and related characters are property of Sucker Punch. The Macavity name is Andrew Lloyd Webber and/or T.S. Elieot. Nee's characters are property of Little Nee Knight. After a few tweaks Nee was able to bring back Hayes. Yay! Nee wishs Nee lived in a world where bounty hunters had their own fan clubs.
Now for the reviews of the reviews.
kyanightdragon - Thanks for your reviews kyanightdragon.
Nee
can see you like the S&C relationship (Yes, it is that obvious),
and Nee personally likes that pairing too but "Tell No Tales" is set in
between Sly 1 & 2. There maybe parts where Nee builds up the
relationship, but Nee can't do too much so the characters are where
they are at in the beginning of Sly 2. Plus Nee has a "Deadmen" trilogy
in the works with a possible forth installment on the notepad gotta
save something for them.
P.S. Nee thinks "DTNT" deserve more reviews
but it doesn't matter. Nee isn't in this for the reviews, they're just
a happy bonus Nee will continue telling this story until it is told,
Nee love this story and if you love something, you should set it free.
Now excuse Nee, Nee has to wash this sap off.
Seeiko - Nice ta see ya. Yeah, that 'GO!' button is a cocky little smarK!
This chapter has a different mojo about it but Nee thinks all chapters (Not just in Nee's stories) are bathed in awesomeness.
Thanks for your review.
When
Nee started writing this, Nee heard Dave Allen, a very funny comedian
and a great man, passed away. So as tribute Nee signs off today with
the message:
Whatever you believe, May your God go with you.
Ch9 - Questions
"Do you actually know how much you've stolen over the years?"
"I'm sorry, you'll have to ask my accountant. I lost count about four years ago." Cooper said. He'd been here two hours and already he was getting bored. It had taken a good half hour to get through his list of charges and this guy wasn't as fun as Carmelita.
Officer Hayes was a rookie, one good enough to take up the Cooper case in Miss Fox's absence but still a rookie. The young white feline even forgot to get Sly to the FME when they arrived at Interpol. Sly knew he was big business and that makes the new kids nervous, so he let the matter ride. Also Hayes was not in anyway the biggest officer the thief had come up against, so his attempts at being imposing were laughable at best.
"You think you're so funny, don'tcha?"
"No..." Sly leaned forward. "I know I'm funny. Now if you don't mind I've had a big day and I'd like to go to my cell. That is, of course, if you don't have a grown up I can talk to?"
"What? I'm only one year younger than you!"
"And I've done more in that year than you've done in your entire life, Junior... Now take me to my cell!" Cooper was too tried to bother with social niceties, not when the officer was treating this like he didn't know it wasn't a real interview. Everyone knew Sly was guilty as sin, heck he left his calling card everywhere, so any interview was just for show.
"Fine! Interview terminated at nineteen twenty-two." And with that Hayes turn to open the door and the thief was led to the special cell made to hold his dad years ago (apparently Carmelita had her office moved right next door when she heard she'd got the Cooper case). If it weren't for Hayes' muttering, Sly would have thought the trip from interview room to cell quite nice, everyone would stop, stare and talk in hushed whispers as they past.
'I'll have to get arrested more often, it's nice to get treated like a celebrity.' The thief was thrown through the cell doors. 'Well not exactly like a celebrity.' Now he was alone, Sly checked out his temporary accommodation. Two doors covered the only way out. The outer, an eighth-of-a-inch thick steel door with a spy hole, a few air holes and that was it. The inner, your average set of bars. There was a sink, a toilet and an uncomfortable-looking matress. It was obvious that this was meant to be his home until trial. 'Sadly I won't be here for that.' And checked out his award-winning smile in the sink's mirror.
"...THAT ARROGANT PIECE OF... ARRRGH!" Hayes slammed his head into the desk. His first encounter with Cooper hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped. He was meant to go in there, break the thief down with the facts and figures and extract a full confession within forty-five minutes... That's what he was meant to do. What he did do was make a complete and total dog's dinner of the first ever police interview with a Cooper, messed up dates and places only to be corrected by Sly himself and he'd walked into every putdown situation possible. "You wouldn't have stood for that wouldya? You'd put him down without a second thought..."
"Who you talking to, Hayes?"
"INSPECTOR FOX!" The rookie almost fell off his chair. In the doorway of the closet office Officer Hayes called home, stood the vixen still sporting one or two bandages. "We didn't think you'd be back for a couple more weeks."
"Crime doesn't rest, so why should we? As soon as the doctors said I was good to go I came here. I've already lost a week on the ringtail because of this." Carmelita entered the room and pointed to the bandage around the top of her head. She was still looking round the small room for whoever Hayes had been talking to, however there weren't many places someone could hide. All that was in the room was a desk with a computer and phone on it and two seats. "The trail would have gone cold by now."
"Ah... No-one's told you, have they?"
"Told me what?" The vixen narrowed her eyes.
"We captured Cooper this afternoon."
Carmelita's heart sank. Part of her told her to be happy, 'one more criminal was off the streets', but the other parts of her were screaming. Sly Cooper, Master Thief, was hers to bring in. Years chasing, weeks upon weeks of paperwork, months spent being tormented and teased by her colleages and she hadn't been the one to slap the cuffs on him. It was meant to be her redemption.
"But... but... but... HOW!" Carme's mind was still trying to comprehend the fact she hadn't been the one to capture the ringtail.
"Apparently he and one of his gang got into a fight, and get this, it was only with the suspect for the bombing."
"Macavity?"
"No, he's dead. He died when a sniper took out the driver of the van he was in. No, the guy I was talking about was a big male panther. What was his name?... Kofi, that's it. He was fighting with Kofi."
"Why was he fighting Cooper?"
"Don't know or care to be honest, all that's important to me is me and my beloved are getting a new office." Hayes stroked his computer monitor. Carme, needing something to give her mind a breather, twisted her head enough so she could see Hayes' screen. A picture of that bounty hunter, Natasha Something, along with the words.
"To Fan No.5411,
Here's your picture! No, I won't pose in a bathing suit. Now please quit the fan club. Please!
N.C"
... Hayes was a definite fanboy. Carmelita didn't pry further into the cat's personal life as the next line out of his mouth broke her. "It's quite a career maker bringing in a Cooper, you know."
"You're the one who caught Cooper?... I've got to go." This was more than Miss Fox wanted to take in. 'Cooper was caught by a rookie, whilst fighting with that thing, Kofi... There was no connection. Sly is a thief, sure, but he has enough scruples to detest murderers and other scum. So unless the thief was stupid enough to steal from a panther guilty of genocide, they'd never even meet, let alone start fighting for no reason.' Questions needed to be answered and there was only one place to get them, the Cooper Cell.
"Oh there you are Carmelita. Someone said they saw you in the building." It was the chief. The small brown dog, with his trademark four day old shirt and never-ending cigar, had blocked the young vixen's retreat. He was holding the Cooper case folder. "Now before you say anything, may I just offer Interpol's sincerest apologies and say the matter has now been resolved. Hey, if you run you might catch him"
"What?" It seemed to be Inspector Fox's day for questions.
"The wrongful arrest of your Uncle, Mr. Fernando of course. It seems this gooseberry..." The Chief extended a finger towards Hayes. "...can't tell the difference between a racoon and a fox!"
"My Uncle!" Carme glared at the now very confused cat. "You mistook one of my family for that ringtail?"
"NO! It was Cooper! Hell, he even confessed he was Sly Cooper!"
"HE WAS DRUNK, YOU TWIT!" The vein on the short dog's forehead looked like it was gonna blow. "After he sobered up, he was stuck in the C cell until I walked past. Just be thankful he didn't make a complaint!"
"Look, he said he was Cooper. He told us he'd dyed his fur for a disguise, it's all on the interview tape. He sounded like Cooper and was waiting with one of the Cooper Gang. He confessed to all the crimes on the charge sheet..." Hayes had his head in his hands. "And you just let him go?"
"Are you listening to me! I know a fox when I see one! If it was the thief, he would have had grey fur, a tail covered in rings and that blasted cane on him! And as for your interview tape, I checked the one you submitted before I signed the release." The Chief pulled a small cassette player out of his trouser pocket and placed it on Hayes' desk and filled it with a tape from the case folder. With just a quick, sharp look in to the eyes of the young officer, the Chief told the rookie to press play.
"I'm not wearing underwear today,
No I'm not wearing underwear today,
Not that you probably care,
Much about my underwear,
Still none the less I gotta say,
That I'm not wearing underwear today." The tape-player sung. After the song there was nothing but silents, from the tape and from Hayes.