If it was stolen from you…don't get mad…hire strange people to steal it back.
LOST PROPERTY
starring
The Fatal Cobra Fanfiction Squad
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Chapter One: It's Just Stealing
Morning was drifting by in the city. It looked like any other typical city, busy and full of people in the early morning rush for work. But despite the sun shining across the blue sky, a shadow covered most of the city. Just behind the city, towering over the bustling centre stood a huge half-ruined tower silhouetted by the morning sun.
Towards the outside of the city, a small sign marked 'Recovery Service' pointed in the direction of an aging small car. An Austin Mini in fact, parked on the side of the road. The windscreen was covered with various hand-written advertisements for the recovery service, which was in fact running from its office…in the Mini.
In the two front seats of the car was the recovery service pair, fast asleep yet eager to help any would-be clients.
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Meanwhile, in the city everything was beginning to open up. Outside The Lion Inn, the proprietor approached the door to find a poster stuck to it, advertising the recovery agency.
Paul sighed quietly, taking the poster down. He opened the door to the pub as a girl approached from the street.
She spoke timidly, "Excuse me. Do you think I could meet that recovery service here?"
Paul looked at her in disappointment, "Hmph."
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A great deal of time passed in silence, Paul was leaning back behind the bar, reading the paper. The girl sat solemnly at the bar, staring into her empty teacup.
"So…what are these recovery service people like?"
"Well they're a strange pair. Together they make one giant pain in the arse, drawing up a tab, hanging their flyers…"
"Huh, business isn't exactly booming then?"
"Yeah you got that right! Seems they ticked off the money gods and now they're paying the price…"
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The neon light of the sign flickered off just as the Mini rolled up in front of the pub.
The door swung open, ringing the bell. Paul continued to read the newspaper in full knowledge of who entered.
"Yo!"
"Hey…shortcake!"
The two hapless individuals charged for the morsel of food on the bar. They began fighting violently over the cake as Paul and the girl watched in silence.
After a short while Adam stood back, holding back tears. Bolts of lightning formed between his hands, "Tom! You're meeaan!"
"Calm down Adam!"
Tom wolfed down the cake in a panic shortly before Adam strangled and electrocuted him at the same time. The fighting ensued again, Tom shouting at Adam until Paul finally intervened.
"Is this how you behave in front of a client?"
The pair immediately stopped, "A…client?"
They turned around in confusion to see the girl standing by the bar smiling.
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The pub had long since closed, the pair sat at a table with the client. Paul stood behind the bar, still reading the paper.
"So you're the recovery service?"
"Yes." Adam spoke with enthusiasm.
Tom pressed his partner's head down on to the table.
"That's right. We're the 'Recovery Volunteer Service', but we shorten it to 'Revol Team' because it's convenient! We're the recovery service with a near 100 success rate. I'm Tom, and this guy here…"
Adam was still leant down on the table smiling inanely, "I'm Adam, pleased to meet you!"
"Thanks! My name is Nene Romanova."
"Nene…what an adorable name!"
Nene continued hopefully, "Well I came here because I heard you can get back anything for anyone at anytime…"
Adam broke in cheerfully, "That's right!"
Tom spoke confidently, "There's nothing you can lose that we can't find."
Nene paused for a moment, "In that case…Please get back my weasel."
Their expressions went blank, they spoke in unison, "a weasel?"
Tom continued, "…A weasel plushy?"
"Yes. I left it at my station at work. I just know that jerk Leon took it! I mean I'd go get it myself but I'm afraid he'll be there…"
Adam leapt at the opportunity, "Don't you worry- - -"
"If that's your assignment we'll have to pass…"
Adam looked over at Tom, leant back and smoking, "Tom what's with you?"
Tom continued, "The first thing you should know about us is we're expensive. You could buy dozens of new dolls with the money you'd pay to hire us."
Nene spoke angrily, "I don't care how much it costs! I want it back!"
She paused, on the verge of tears, "That doll…is the only one of its kind…My mother made it for me…"
"Really?"
"Well…she probably did, I don't have a back story!"
"Is this going to involve a flashback?"
"Why not!"
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Several minutes later
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Tom spoke after the surprisingly short flashback, "That was concise."
Adam spoke with renewed spirit, "Hey, just leave it to us! We'll- - -"
"But we'll need cash." Tom interrupted again.
"Tom!"
"Payment in advance! Come back when you're willing to cough up the dough…"
Tom jumped over Adam and slowly made his way to the exit. As he walked past Paul, he lowered the newspaper.
"Of course you guys have already got your advanced payment…"
Tom halted abruptly.
"That shortcake you saw earlier…That was for her, and her alone. Wolfed it right down didn't you…"
Tom flinched.
"It's a shame too. A job like this should be a piece of cake for the amazing Revol Team…"
Tom smiled confidently, correcting his shades, "You've got a point there. After all we do know everything that goes on in this town…"
"Your recovery service can get back anything for anyone at anytime isn't that right?"
He growled under his breath, then turning back to Adam said, "All right! All right! I guess we've got no choice…"
Adam smiled, "That's my Tom! Revol Team…we'll find it!"
Tom finished off, smiling with confidence, "You have our word!"
Nene stood up from the table, "Thank you so much!"
She turned to Tom to thank him when she caught sight of his eyes behind the glasses. They seemed regular, yet the right eye was strange. The pupil was contracted like a snake's, it seemed to stare right through her.
Tom noticed her curiosity. He quickly looked away and pushed the shades back over his eyes.
Nene thanked the mysterious recovery man and walked away.
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Next Time:
Tom: In the next chapter the assignment begins!
Adam: There'll be a big police chase and extensive fight scenes with guns and electricity and there's cake!
Tom: And more unpredictable cross-over action in the next chapter of Lost Property! Please don't sue!
