The All Knowing Foe
"Mercutio!" a shadowy figure yelled out.
"Yes brother?" A fox said, entering a dimly lit room with a desk in the center.
"Tell, me," the figure said. "What's our current status report?"
"To begin with," Mercutio began. "With our long absence of activity, we now rank number two on Interpol's most wanted list. Just below Sly Cooper. And it also appears that his team has increased by one. They have a new recruit…"
"Who?" The figure asked.
"…well, the new recruit is ex-inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox…"
"Really now?" the figure said, his voice didn't change out of it's eerily calmness.
"You seem to be taking this well," Mercutio mentioned.
"OF COURSE I'M NOT TAKING THIS WELL!" the figure yelled out, jumping out of his seat and swiftly brushing a bottle of bourbon off his desk. His face then finally came to light; he was another fox, but his greasy black hair was swept back. "Would you take it well if YOUR woman who SHOULD be marrying YOU runs off with some scrawny 'coon? I think not!" the fox calmed down and settled back in his chair. "Now, go on."
Mercutio, who was deeply afraid of his brother's wild mood swings he had been having for the last few months, continued with his report simply out of fear. "Well speaking of Sly Cooper, Lawrence believes he may be able to figure out where the guy is."
"I'm listening," the fox said with an unenthusiastic voice, but he sat up in his chair.
"By figuring out where his greatest concentration of heist have been, I may just be able to pinpoint where Sly Cooper is right down to the city he's in." a third person said. It was another fox.
"You mean to tell me Lawrence, that you may have just been able to find Cooper?" the mystery fox questioned.
"Why YES!" Lawrence said. "And I would like to ad dear brother that I have actually pinpointed Cooper to Marseille."
"BRILLIANT!" the figure yelled out in pleasure. "Arrange for transportation, in a few days I will be wearing a 'coon skin hat! Nobody messes with Tybalt Longbow!"