Surveillance

"So tell me," Alexia said with smirk and an annoying voice. "Seen any action lately?"

"Yeah," Carmelita said. "Just busted a Longbow."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about!" Alexia said.

"What?" Carmelita said in confusion. Suddenly she realized what Alexia was talking about. "Wait! Do I have to smack you? That's PERSONAL!"

"Come on Carm!" Alexia said, getting even more annoying with every time she opened her mouth. "Don't think that I don't know about how you and Cooper spend the weekends staying at each other's apartments!"

"Well we don't do THAT!" Carmelita growled. "We just, well, enjoy each other's company. So now if you excuse me, I'm off the clock."

With that, Carmelita left. She had just reached her car when Sly ran up to her. He quickly grabbed her and picked her up and laid a kiss on her lips.

"What was that for Ringtail?" she said in a very pleased voice.

"Oh, nothing," Sly said with a smirk. "Just that Barkley promoted me to inspector!"

Carmelita practically squealed in delight, followed by a kiss for her man.

On the far side of the city, was the Longbow mansion. A four story classic looking exterior with a very modern contemporary interior. In a dark and secured room somewhere on the fourth floor, a certain fox and one of his brothers looked over the mainframe of Interpol headquarters. Lawrence Longbow was an amateur hacker compared to Bentley. All Lawrence would have to do was try to track an email to an account on ThiefNet and all Bentley would have to do is hit a key on his laptop to send a spike at the first sign of trouble, and all without ever so much as increasing his rate.

"Here's the profile Tybalt," Lawrence said, pulling up a file on Carmelita.

"Interesting," Tybalt said in intrigue. "Her partner is Constable Cooper, the raccoon who busted Mercutio. Look him up for me please."

Sly's profile appeared on another computer screen.

"Wait," Lawrence pointed out. "His file is being edited. He's just gone from constable to inspector."

"No doubt from busting Mercutio," Tybalt said in a slightly pissed tone.

"That and for a number of things he wasn't fully recognized for," Lawrence said. "He was even the recent Interpol training exercises. Top of his class! This guy is serious. I mean that if it weren't for the fact that Carmelita will be yours, this guy would make an excellent match for her!"

Tybalt pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hey Mercutio," he said into the phone. "I need you to do some surveillance. Head for 830 avenue de Bordeaux, apartment number 2-305. Got that? Good. Let me know when anything I should know comes up."

In ten minutes time, Mercutio made tit to Carmelita's apartment. He figured that the best way to survey someone was right under nose. So he decided to pick the locks on the front door. He wasn't the best lock picker. Once again, he was an amateur compared to others. Had he picked Sly's locks, Sly would have definitely notice, even if it was too faint of a change for others to notice.

He was thankful that nobody was home. All he had to do was play the waiting game. He hid under her bed. As much as he thought that this was wrong (hiding underneath a women's bed), it was to please his brother, whom might he add that he would do anything for. He had just gotten underneath the bed when he heard the front door open. Mercutio could see off a mirror to see that Carmelita and the cop who busted him earlier that day. Suddenly, he watched the two kiss.

"So are we on for your place next weekend?" Carmelita said in a happy voice.

"Oh yes!" Sly said with a grin. He then kissed her again.

Mercutio dialed a number on his phone.

"Tybalt," he whispered. "You said to call when anything you should know about happens. Yes. It looks like that Constable Cooper guy and Carmelita are sweethearts. Hello, I'm watching them from under her bed. No they're not doing that! They're just talking and occasionally kissing each other and telling the other how much they love 'em, it sort of disgusts me. Look, I'm not staying here. As soon as they go into the living room, I'm sneaking out the window!"

And that's what Mercutio did. Sneaking out from the other side of the bed, he carefully opened the bedroom window and snuck out onto the ledge. He then carefully closed it. He then worked his way down the drainpipe next to the window and went to his Porsche.

"It looks like Carmelita's spoken for Tybalt," Lawrence said. Tybalt had his phone on speakerphone..

"Actually Lawrence," Tybalt said with a serious face. "This could work to an advantage. Lawrence my brother, we have some planning to do."