Tybalt Longbow
An important black sedan pulled up in front of the visitors' entrance of the Interpol Police Station. Stepping out of the back seat appeared a finely suited fox. His hair was slicked back in a greasy and smooth style. In his mouth stuck out the stub of a cigarette, still burning even though there was little left of it. He strode in, and as if not needing an introduction, a cop led him down a hallway to the cells. This fox was Tybalt Longbow, heir to the Longbow fortune, and to the family "business". In fact, he had been to the hoosegow so many times, that he practically lived there, even though he was never the one who got in trouble with the cops. He was led into the cell room. He motioned for the cop to leave him alone. He then went for the cell that held the fox from the shootout earlier that day.
"Mercutio," he said in a calm voice to the fox on the other side of the bars. "My brother, I give you a simple job, and you screw it up. You get into a fight with the DAMN MEDIUMS! NOW I HAVE TO PULL OUT ANOTHER FIFTY GRAND TO GET YOU OUT OF THIS DUMP! YOU ARE COSTING THIS FAMILY MORE MONEY THAN WE CAN MAKE! Now even though we are Longbows and we hate Mediums, but for the sake of the family, stop doing something stupid. Your lucky our brother Lawrence wasn't a dumbass like you and snuck off when the cops arrived."
"I'm sorry bro," Mercutio sighed. "I-I just can't control my anger whenever a Medium disrespects our family."
"Mercutio, Mercutio, Mercutio," Tybalt said, shaking his head. "You should know that dad left me with the responsibility and burden of taking care of everyone, and everything. Of course I can't have everything, I can't take control over the business until I find miss right and marry her, but that can't happen because I'm wasting the time searching for the right one on bailing you out."
Tybalt turned to leave but then he felt his brother's hand reach out from between the bars and grab his shoulder.
"Wait Tybalt!" Mercutio cried. "I bring some good news."
"What could possibly be good out getting arrested?" Tybalt said rhetorically. "Prison tenure?"
"I saw Carmelita,' Mercutio said with a grin. "I swear on my life that it was her!"
"Really?" Tybalt asked, his face breaking into a smile. "How did she look?"
"She was so beautiful Tybalt, you should have seen her yourself," Mercutio said with a grin.
"How long has it been? Maybe since we were sixteen? Seventeen?" Tybalt asked. "But that doesn't really matter though, as long as I know how to get to her…"
"She's a cop Tybalt, she wouldn't want anything to do with you," Mercutio interrupted. "Wait, someone's coming, it's the coon who busted me!"
Sly entered the room, followed by Chief Barkley.
"I am Chief Barkley, as I'm sure you know, and this is Constable Cooper," Barkley said, the cigar in his mouth bouncing up and down with the motion of his mouth.
"Yeah, due to the enormous rap sheet Mercutio here has attained within the past three months," Sly began, holding up a list of crimes. "About fifteen major offenses and about twenty minor including firing a gun in public, even wielding a gun in public, owning a weapon that hasn't been registered with Interpol, exedra, exedra. It has been decided that we will let Mercutio here off the hook one more time, but the next time we arrest him for such a blatant display like today, we will send him to prison, for between two years to fifteen years."
"I swear, I'll pistol whip him if he even mentions about trying another one of his stupid stunts again," Tybalt said with a smirk, but he was not very pleased, not with Mercutio and not with this Cooper guy.
"Whatever it takes, as long as it doesn't land him in the hospital or you in this cell," Sly said, opening the cell door for Mercutio.
Sly then watched as the two foxes left .
"Chief, I don't think we should be letting him get away with this," Sly said, in slight disgust. "I mean, he did shoot at other police officers."
"Is that what you think?" Barkley replied, his voice building up. "Well you just arrested the son of one THE richest people in Paris! He can make or break YOUR career, and I won't have a say in it! You are one the best officers I have had on the force, next to Inspector Fox. The last thing I need is for you to get sacked! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
Sly replied to what Barkley said by dashing through the doorway.
"COOPER!" Sly could here Barkley yell.
"Yes sir?" Sly replied nervously, sticking his head back through the doorway.
"I'm promoting you to Inspector," Barkley said.