Each of these chapters follows a mission, so some will be long and some will be short and some of the missions will be skipped completely.

I do not know if any missions were skipped before this one, as I have already edited the script and took a short break from this story and have no idea what's going on. (The third chapter had been written weeks ago and for some reason I thought I had already uploaded it, which really confused me when it wasn't.) Seems like not a lot of time has passed, although in the game it also seemed like it was too soon to be going after the car.

Chapter 4

After the situation with the bike Goemon decided to go home. He would deal with his boss in the morning. Exhausted both mentally and physically, he got to his room and laid down on his bed, quickly going to sleep.

His alarm went off sooner than he had wished, Goemon groaning as he reached over and shut it off. He grabbed his phone and quickly checked his messages, happy that he had none. Yawning, he forced himself from bed and made his way to the bathroom.

A hot shower and fresh set of clothes later, Goemon was in his car and on his way to work.

"You are a racist," Simeon accused a potential customer.

"What? N-no, I-"

"You think I am Arab, don't you?"

"Not at all," the man said as he backed off. "I'm just trying to-"

"Ah, Goemon," Simeon said, completely ignoring the man.

Goemon walked into the showroom and glanced at the nervous customer. "Is there anything for me to do?"

"Yes, there is. You always seem to show up when I need you," Simeon said happily. He handed Goemon some paperwork. "Heather Nipul. Some rich brat already late on her payments. Lives on Hampstead, off Eclipse. Just another dumb Rockford Hills rich girl. Nothing to worry about. Just make sure you bring the car back in good condition, okay?"

"I can do that," Goemon answered. He started to leave when Simeon stopped him.

"Say, Goemon. Whatever happened to that bike job I sent you and Tatsuo on?"

Goemon paused and turned towards his boss. "Tatsuo said he was handling it," he said with a shrug.

"Hmm, I see," Simeon said, a bit suspicious. "Well, run along and bring me back my car."

Goemon nodded and left. He got in his car and was on his way to the house when his phone rang. He glanced at who was calling and sighed. "Is there something wrong, Mister Yetarian?" he wondered.

"There might be. You see, Tatsuo just called me and he told me you had the bike. So, which is the correct story?"

Goemon sighed. "I guess I forgot I had it, sir," he said, covering for his friend once again. "Tatsuo did say he'd be dropping it off at my place and..."

"Enough excuses, Goemon," Simeon sighed in anger. "When you get back here with the car, we'll have a nice talk about it, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, according to the insurance papers, the car is locked inside of the garage. You'll have to enter from inside the house."

Goemon sighed. "Yes, sir."

"What's with that tone? Are you disappointed? Listen here, you little thief. I expect you to get this car back and then return my bike."

"I'll do that, sir." Goemon sighed once again as his boss hung up. "Stupid Tatsuo," he muttered under his breath as he turned the corner onto Eclipse.

Inside of the Nipul household...

"Oh my god," Heather gasped as she laid on her bed and talked to her best friend on the phone. "And did you get to see everything? Oh my god, you did?! What'd it look like?! Was he big or tiny like everyone says he is," she giggled.

"Wow," Fujiko's tennis instructor said as he stood with her downstairs in the kitchen. He stood behind her as she worked on her backhand. "You have really improved. Except," he said as he reached out and ran his hand down her arm and to her hand that gripped the racket, "your wrists are much too relaxed. Tighten them up a little." He brought his head forward and close to her neck, inhaling the smell of her hair.

"Like this?" Fujiko wondered flirtingly as she practiced her swing.

"Mmm, yeah," the instructor said as he eyed her ass.

Mother and daughter were too caught up in their own shallow lives to notice the strange man climbing over the ivy covered wall and scaling up the trellis to the second floor.

Goemon entered through an open bathroom window and snuck through the room, pausing when he heard a girl giggle.

"Like, oh my god, my dad is such a dickbag," Heather lamented to her friend. "I can't believe you saw him do that."

Goemon walked slowly into the hallway, peaking in through the partially opened door and seeing the teenaged girl with her back to him. He gave her a disgusted look and continued on past her door. He walked to the top of the stairs and paused.

"Your backhand is a thing of beauty," the tennis instructor said with a cheap smile.

"Oh, thank you, coach," Fujiko giggled.

Goemon took each step slowly until he stood at the bottom. He made his way to the wall and pressed against it.

"Now, let's just work on your serve," the instructor grinned as he gently took Fujiko's hand in his and moved her arm up, as if going through the motions of a perfect serve.

Goemon peaked around the corner and quickly pulled back, the two facing him, but too caught up in their own strange world to notice he was there. He took advantage as teacher and student stared dreamily at each other, whipping around the corner and into a short hallway.

He silently opened several doors on his way down until he reached the garage. He took one last look behind him before bolting into the dark garage and pressing the small button on the wall to open the door. As the light from outside filtered in, he walked towards the red smart car and got inside.

The key already in the ignition, starting the car was as easy as pressing a button. And it was even easier to drive from the garage and out onto the street. He stopped at a stop sign and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

"Mister Yetarian, I have the car," Goemon said as he pulled out onto Eclipse and down towards the stop light. "I'll be there shortly."

"Good. If you get it here soon I may be able to pawn it off on another sap. Don't let me down this time, Goemon."

"I won't, sir." With that, Goemon hung up and continued driving towards the shop.

He didn't get far before something was pressed up against the back of his head.

Lupin, having been hiding in the back seat, raised up and held a gun to Goemon's head. "That's a nine millimeter pistol against your head. Don't do anything stupid and pretend like I'm not here. Just keep going where you're going."

Goemon tensed as he tried to concentrate on the road. "Look, I'm just doing a repo job for my boss. The person who got this car is behind on their payments."

Lupin smirked. "I highly doubt that, considering my daughter just got this car yesterday. So, let me guess, this whole thing you and your boss do is a credit fraud, right?"

"A what? I don't know anything about that. I'm just sent out to repossess vehicles." Goemon stopped at a light and turned his head slightly to get a look at the man behind him.

"Hey," Lupin said as he pushed the gun harder against Goemon's head. "I said nothing stupid. Just drive."

"Yeah, sure..."

"So, you're just the guy who's told what to do and you do it?"

"Yeah. Why?" Goemon wondered hesitantly.

"I like a person who follows orders. Maybe one day we can have a beer and talk. So, this boss of yours, this Mister Yetarian, is it?" he wondered, Goemon nodding. "Is he legit?"

"I don't know," Goemon said, starting to get annoyed. "He just said your daughter wasn't making her payments and to take the car back." He stopped at the intersection, the shop on the corner to his left.

"Well, I guess me and your boss will have to sort this out, then," Lupin smirked. He glanced over at the shop. "Is that the place?"

"Yeah, that's where I work." Goemon looked uneasy as Lupin leaned over the seat and pressed the gun into the side of Goemon's face. He stared at the man who looked a little unstable.

"I want you to step on the gas and drive right through the front window. And drive fast or I'll shoot you and do it myself."

"Is this some kind of joke?" Goemon asked hesitantly.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Lupin asked as he waved the gun in front of Goemon's face. "Now step on the gas and let's go."

Goemon stared off and sighed. His life was suddenly becoming more complicated. He'd probably have to meditate a whole day to get rid of the stress he felt.

"Go," Lupin yelled.

Goemon stepped on the gas and drove through the intersection, aiming the car towards the front windows of his soon to be former place of work.

The car left the pavement as it drove over the curb and flew through the air, Goemon shielding his face before contact while Lupin seemed to enjoy the excitement.

Simeon was busy showing a customer a car when the loud crash came, the building shaking and glass spraying everywhere. Frightened by this, the customer ran off. Simeon, cowering from the noise, lifted his head up to see the small red car and Goemon falling out of it.

"Guh, Goemon," he stuttered as he stared at the mess. "What the hell have you done?!"

"Um, well, it isn't what-" Goemon began to say before having money shoved in his face. He stared at the money and then over to Lupin, who stood next to him and glared at Simeon.

"You did good, Goemon," Lupin said as his eyes never once left Simeon's. "Just a little something for your trouble."

Goemon glanced at Lupin and nodded, taking the money and leaving.

"Goemon," Simeon yelled. "You traitorous bitch!"

Lupin stepped forward and grabbed the man, spinning him around and slamming him against the car.

"Whu, what are you doing?" Simeon said in a slightly panicked voice.

"I just wanted to meet the jackass who thought that this car was worth five grand a month." He pulled his hand back and punched Simeon in the face, the force knocking the man down.

"Yuh, you racist," Simeon yelled as he rubbed his aching face.

"Yeah, sure," Lupin smirked as he grabbed the man and lifted him up. "Whatever you say." He opened the door fast and slammed it into Simeon's face. "You have a pretty hard head there," Lupin said as he looked at the dent in the door. "Maybe you can get this car fixed up and actually make it worth five grand a month." He watched as Simeon started to get up, then grabbed the door and slammed it into the man's head once again.

"I... I have her signature," Simeon said as he rubbed his head and stumbled to his feet. "She agreed to those terms."

"Oh really," Lupin said as he grabbed Simeon and put him in a headlock. "And did she also agree to have some punk-ass kid break into my house?"

"I... I don't know," he answered, trying to escape the grip.

"My daughter may not be the smartest human being, but at least she isn't a fraudulent scumbag like you." Lupin shoved the man to the floor and pointed at him. "Don't you dare make me come back here again, got it?" He gave Simeon one last glare before walking out the shattered window.

In the game Michael has a son and a daughter and the son was the one who got the car. I felt one annoying kid was enough, so Lupin only has the one daughter.