Chapter 3
Lealah woke the next morning to find Lupin in the bed across from hers. One arm was hanging off the bed, and the other was above his head so it was parallel with the wall behind him. He was still asleep, snoring softly. Lealah was still fully dressed from the night before, so she crept out of the room as quietly as possible. He didn't stir.
In the main room, Lealah found out by looking at a clock that it was just after dawn. She thought she was the first one up, but then she saw Goemon sitting at the table. Of course, not being awake at the discussion, she had never seen him, nor knew who he was.
"Hi. Are you one of Lupins' friends?" she asked cautiously.
"Yes. My name is Goemon. You must be Lupins' sister. I am pleased to meet you." Goemons' answer was as stoic as ever.
"Yes, I'm Lupins' sister. I guess he already told you my name. You wouldn't be able to tell me where we are, would you?" He shook his head. "Drat. Can you at least tell me what state we'er in?" she asked hopefully.
"State? You are not in America. You are in Japan. You took a plane and changed cars in Tokyo."
"Daaaang! How long was I out for?" She had no recollection of the plane ride whatsoever.
"Forty-eight hours exactly. Would you like something to eat?"
"Wow, two days. Uh, sure, please." He walked over to the refrigerator.
"What would you like?" Goemon motioned for her to come and look in.
"Hey, you have everything in here to make an omelet! Ever had one?"
"No."
"Well show me where the pans are and I'll make myself useful for once. Cooking is sort of a hobby of mine," she said as she grabbed four pans out of a cabinet.
The smell of eggs and bacon woke Jigen from the couch. He had fallen asleep there after the discussion and no one had bothered to move or wake him for fear of getting something shot off. Jigen was a good guy, and the best hitman anyone could find, but he was running from the American mob, and tended to be a little jumpy about being attacked in his sleep.
"Who's cooking? Please don't tell me it's Lupin. That guy is the worst friggen cook in the world!"
"Hi, Jigen. Didn't notice you there. Omelets sound good?" He was shocked to see that Lealah was the one cooking.
"Yeah, no mushrooms. I haven't had one of these since I was a kid. Lupin not up yet?" He looked around, but he couldn't see Lupin anywhere.
"He was still asleep when I got up about two hours ago. Salt and pepper?"
"Please. Strange, he's usually up before me."
"Perhaps he is just tired from the past two nights, Jigen," Goemon suggested.
"That's probably it. I took a nap on the plane, but he stayed up thinking this whole thing over."
"Here you go! Two omelets, one everything on it, one no mushrooms. Now to work on Lupins' and mine." She pretended not to hear what Jigen said, but she felt guilty about keeping her brother up two nights in a row.
Lupin woke up just about at that time. He smelled bacon and eggs, and hoped to God Jigen wasn't the one cooking. He yawned and stretched, feeling much better about the night before. She would make it. After all, she was a Lupin. Still....
He turned over on his stomach and snorted. She'd make it. He knew she would. After a few minutes of hearing everyone talk, he turned back over. He decided that he would try and get a little more sleep. Plus, he didn't want to walk in the kitchenette and find it burnt to a crisp.
"So, Lealah, are you really the third Lealah Lupin, or is that just something you took from Lupins' name when you were young?" Jigen had been wondering this ever since he had heard her name.
"Yeah, I am the third Lealah," she answered.
"What's the story behind that?"
"Well, it all started with my great grandfather, Aramis Lupin. He married, and had two children, A. Lupin and Lealah Lupin. A. Lupin married, and had two children also, A. Lupin II, and Lealah Lupin II. Then, he married, and had us, Lupin and Lealah III."
"Well, yeah, I kind of guessed that," Jigen stated, "but Lupins' I, II, and III are all famous thieves. Why hasn't anyone heard of any of the Lealah Lupins'?"
"All of the Lealah Lupins' died before they were twenty years old."
"Lupin is usually a man of his word. Maybe that's why he didn't want to bring you along. He was afraid you would die." Jigen and Goemon looked at each other. Their job just got a lot harder. Just as she finished her story, Lupin walked in.
"So, who's cooking? The apartment isn't burned down, so it isn't Jigen."
"Nice, buddy. If I were cooking I would burn down the apartment. If you were cooking, you would burn all of Japan."
"Hi, Lupin. I'm cooking. You like omelets?" Lealah held a plate out to him.
"I didn't know you cooked." He walked over to the table and sat beside Jigen. He leaned over to him and whispered "Is it any good?"
"Yeah, actually, it's real good."
"Ok, down to business, hey this is good. Lealah, we've decided to train you one at a time. You'll have the best teachers of the art in the world." Lupin then took a bite.
"She'll have the best teachers in the world and you, Lupin."
"Very funny, Jigen. I'll train you in lock picking and escaping from handcuffs. Meet me outside after you finish breakfast." With that Lupin stood up, and walked out the door.
*****
Inspector Zenigata was furious. "I can't believe I let him get away again! Damn that Lupin! I'll get him yet!" He was driving to Hartsfeild Airport to catch a plane back to Tokyo. "But how? He always seems to stay one step ahead of me. How the hell did he get out of this one?"
Once again, the famed Lupin III had slipped through his hands. He had been chasing Lupin ever since he had escaped from jail all those years ago. Not once had he caught Lupin in nine years. He had come close many times, so close, but Lupin always managed to escape by the skin of his teeth. "I don't even know where to look now. Ahhhhhh! DAMN THAT LUPIN!"
When he pulled up to the airport, he went strait to the ticket desk.
"Ah, Inspector Zenigata, we have been expecting you. Your Supervisor phoned ahead to say you were coming. Here is your ticket, first class, gate 9."
"Uh, thanks." He dropped his bags off on a baggage cart, and walked into the plane. As soon as he found his seat and sat down, a stewardess came up to him.
"Would you like anything to drink before we take off, sir?" she asked him with a huge smile.
"Please, Scotch on the rocks." Zenigata leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. When his Scotch came he thanked the stewardess and took a sip. "I wonder why he chose that house anyway. He must have something up his sleeve. DAMN HIM!" Every one on the plane turned around and looked at him. Zenigata slunk down in his chair and took another drink of his Scotch.
Lealah woke the next morning to find Lupin in the bed across from hers. One arm was hanging off the bed, and the other was above his head so it was parallel with the wall behind him. He was still asleep, snoring softly. Lealah was still fully dressed from the night before, so she crept out of the room as quietly as possible. He didn't stir.
In the main room, Lealah found out by looking at a clock that it was just after dawn. She thought she was the first one up, but then she saw Goemon sitting at the table. Of course, not being awake at the discussion, she had never seen him, nor knew who he was.
"Hi. Are you one of Lupins' friends?" she asked cautiously.
"Yes. My name is Goemon. You must be Lupins' sister. I am pleased to meet you." Goemons' answer was as stoic as ever.
"Yes, I'm Lupins' sister. I guess he already told you my name. You wouldn't be able to tell me where we are, would you?" He shook his head. "Drat. Can you at least tell me what state we'er in?" she asked hopefully.
"State? You are not in America. You are in Japan. You took a plane and changed cars in Tokyo."
"Daaaang! How long was I out for?" She had no recollection of the plane ride whatsoever.
"Forty-eight hours exactly. Would you like something to eat?"
"Wow, two days. Uh, sure, please." He walked over to the refrigerator.
"What would you like?" Goemon motioned for her to come and look in.
"Hey, you have everything in here to make an omelet! Ever had one?"
"No."
"Well show me where the pans are and I'll make myself useful for once. Cooking is sort of a hobby of mine," she said as she grabbed four pans out of a cabinet.
The smell of eggs and bacon woke Jigen from the couch. He had fallen asleep there after the discussion and no one had bothered to move or wake him for fear of getting something shot off. Jigen was a good guy, and the best hitman anyone could find, but he was running from the American mob, and tended to be a little jumpy about being attacked in his sleep.
"Who's cooking? Please don't tell me it's Lupin. That guy is the worst friggen cook in the world!"
"Hi, Jigen. Didn't notice you there. Omelets sound good?" He was shocked to see that Lealah was the one cooking.
"Yeah, no mushrooms. I haven't had one of these since I was a kid. Lupin not up yet?" He looked around, but he couldn't see Lupin anywhere.
"He was still asleep when I got up about two hours ago. Salt and pepper?"
"Please. Strange, he's usually up before me."
"Perhaps he is just tired from the past two nights, Jigen," Goemon suggested.
"That's probably it. I took a nap on the plane, but he stayed up thinking this whole thing over."
"Here you go! Two omelets, one everything on it, one no mushrooms. Now to work on Lupins' and mine." She pretended not to hear what Jigen said, but she felt guilty about keeping her brother up two nights in a row.
Lupin woke up just about at that time. He smelled bacon and eggs, and hoped to God Jigen wasn't the one cooking. He yawned and stretched, feeling much better about the night before. She would make it. After all, she was a Lupin. Still....
He turned over on his stomach and snorted. She'd make it. He knew she would. After a few minutes of hearing everyone talk, he turned back over. He decided that he would try and get a little more sleep. Plus, he didn't want to walk in the kitchenette and find it burnt to a crisp.
"So, Lealah, are you really the third Lealah Lupin, or is that just something you took from Lupins' name when you were young?" Jigen had been wondering this ever since he had heard her name.
"Yeah, I am the third Lealah," she answered.
"What's the story behind that?"
"Well, it all started with my great grandfather, Aramis Lupin. He married, and had two children, A. Lupin and Lealah Lupin. A. Lupin married, and had two children also, A. Lupin II, and Lealah Lupin II. Then, he married, and had us, Lupin and Lealah III."
"Well, yeah, I kind of guessed that," Jigen stated, "but Lupins' I, II, and III are all famous thieves. Why hasn't anyone heard of any of the Lealah Lupins'?"
"All of the Lealah Lupins' died before they were twenty years old."
"Lupin is usually a man of his word. Maybe that's why he didn't want to bring you along. He was afraid you would die." Jigen and Goemon looked at each other. Their job just got a lot harder. Just as she finished her story, Lupin walked in.
"So, who's cooking? The apartment isn't burned down, so it isn't Jigen."
"Nice, buddy. If I were cooking I would burn down the apartment. If you were cooking, you would burn all of Japan."
"Hi, Lupin. I'm cooking. You like omelets?" Lealah held a plate out to him.
"I didn't know you cooked." He walked over to the table and sat beside Jigen. He leaned over to him and whispered "Is it any good?"
"Yeah, actually, it's real good."
"Ok, down to business, hey this is good. Lealah, we've decided to train you one at a time. You'll have the best teachers of the art in the world." Lupin then took a bite.
"She'll have the best teachers in the world and you, Lupin."
"Very funny, Jigen. I'll train you in lock picking and escaping from handcuffs. Meet me outside after you finish breakfast." With that Lupin stood up, and walked out the door.
*****
Inspector Zenigata was furious. "I can't believe I let him get away again! Damn that Lupin! I'll get him yet!" He was driving to Hartsfeild Airport to catch a plane back to Tokyo. "But how? He always seems to stay one step ahead of me. How the hell did he get out of this one?"
Once again, the famed Lupin III had slipped through his hands. He had been chasing Lupin ever since he had escaped from jail all those years ago. Not once had he caught Lupin in nine years. He had come close many times, so close, but Lupin always managed to escape by the skin of his teeth. "I don't even know where to look now. Ahhhhhh! DAMN THAT LUPIN!"
When he pulled up to the airport, he went strait to the ticket desk.
"Ah, Inspector Zenigata, we have been expecting you. Your Supervisor phoned ahead to say you were coming. Here is your ticket, first class, gate 9."
"Uh, thanks." He dropped his bags off on a baggage cart, and walked into the plane. As soon as he found his seat and sat down, a stewardess came up to him.
"Would you like anything to drink before we take off, sir?" she asked him with a huge smile.
"Please, Scotch on the rocks." Zenigata leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. When his Scotch came he thanked the stewardess and took a sip. "I wonder why he chose that house anyway. He must have something up his sleeve. DAMN HIM!" Every one on the plane turned around and looked at him. Zenigata slunk down in his chair and took another drink of his Scotch.