Hey everyone,
Funny, it seems that this story also inspired me into writing others, this time the story called A Gang And A Family as well as A Thief At Heart. So yeah, this will have a few aspects of both stories, but the start will be quite different. And that's what I enjoy about my stories. There are a lot of comparisons, yet also differences between them all.
Do you agree,
Venquine1990
Plan 03
Quitting My Job
Carmelita's POV
I just can't believe what is happening here. Last night my life was at stake and I was almost send on an endless journey through time and now my boss – the overconfident brown and white furred badger that was my mentor before I became an official Inspector for Interpol –is taking credit of my capture of Cyrille Le Paradox.
The sad thing is that I am used to it and so I lamely congratulate the smoking badge, take some insults thrown at my back from my fellow inspectors – what else is new? – and leave for my office. I sigh upon arrival, wondering why I'm still here and open my office door, only to get shocked at seeing who's already there.
One caramel colored female fox with orange-brown fur going from her face, down her neck to her hips and one dark brown male fox with beige-brown fur growing over the same parts of his skin. My parents are standing next to my desk, my mother holding a cake box and my father holding a scrapbook and I ask:
"Mum, dad? What – what are you doing here?" And dad laughs, his warm tone actually making me feel loved instead of made fun off, and he says: "What are we doing here? Celebrating that you caught your 400th criminal, of course? I even have a scrapbook here with newspaper articles of all your arrests. All 400 of them!"
This makes me smile and blush, finally again feeling as if my work as Interpol Inspector is being appreciated – even if it's done by people who no longer work for Interpol – when a rich voice with strong high-class accent sounds from behind me, shocking me as the person asks: "I'm sorry. Did you just say four-hundred arrests?"
And looking behind me I see that I left the door open and see a black poodle with white suit on standing in my doorway. Recognizing the man as one of Chief Barkley's superiors, I hear dad say: "Yes, my fine sir. Yes, I did. My little girl Carmelita here has officially caught 400 criminals in less than 4 ½ years."
The poodle seems shocked and asks: "You mean she has more targets than Sly Cooper?" And while I feel terrible and underworked yet again by my own superior, does my mother angrily answer: "Of course she does! What do you think she's doing in the months that Cooper plans his next heist? Picking her nose?"
I smile at my mum, happy with how she can stand up for me better than I can and the Poodle turns red, as he say: "Good point." My smile widens as I realize that the lies Barkley told his superiors are now laid bare thanks to my parents and the man asks: "Am I right to assume that you were involved in the capture of Cyrille Le Paradox?"
I nod and dad opens the scrapbook at the final page as he says: "Capture number four-hundred!" And I see a black-and-white picture of myself leading a drenched, hand-cuffed skunk into a police-car. Amazed at how quickly my dad has been able obtain that article, paste it into the scrapbook and come here, I hear the Poodle asking:
"And where was officer Barkley?" And I angrily answer: "In bed, scheming about how he can take credit out of my arrests." The Poodle's fur bristles – just like mine did the first ten captures I tried bringing in – and then the gruff voice of Officer Barkley is heard – shock clearly evident in the tone – as he asks:
"Superior Ruffiose, what are you doing here?" And the Poodle answers: "Learning about your disrespectful behavior to your fellow Inspectors, apparently." Shocking the Badger. I personally look from my boss to my parents and send them an apologizing glance before turning back to the Badger and with determination, I say:
"Didn't see this coming, did you? When you started taking credits for my arrests." The Badger's shock seems to wear off and get replaced by anger, but before he can start his usual tirade and before I can lose the determination and self-confidence I usually only have when chasing Sly Cooper, do I continue and say:
"I came to work for Interpol to arrest criminals, not to do your dirty work and get threatened with suspension every three weeks. You might have promoted me to catch Sly Cooper, but that gives you no reason to take credit for all my other hard work. And your behavior isn't even the biggest of my problems here!"
You tell him, girl,
So in this story, Carmelita doesn't yet know that she is pregnant. However, she will find out after quitting her job and will do her best to make sure her baby has someone from both sides of his/her family to care for him/her. She'll find out more about Sly's past than she did even when time travelling and will discover things she never thought she would. However, while I had this in mind, I am sad to say it won't make it on paper - or a true story - anytime soon.
Sorry,
Venquine1990