"Cooper-San, I suggest you hand over the computer and those files, before things get very," the scorpion smiled, there was something innocent about that grin, yet in that very innocence, there was something very creepy and sadistic. Her face was very, very thin – thinner than the Contessa's. Her clothes were white leather, and clung to her very sensuous frame as if someone had painted it on. The scorpion's eyes were light blue, and seemed to be mesmerizing, almost instantly Sly felt a soothing sense of relaxation fill his body. "Interesting."
"Sly, Sly!" Bentley screeched, pushing his friend back and forth, trying to wipe his silly grin off of his mouth. "Wake up! She's hypnotizing you, just like the Contessa did during your fight with her." The turtle swore and slapped his friend's face, leaving a large welt mark on Sly's blue gray fur.
"Nyoko, haz that effect on most men," the hyena said grinning. He folded his hands, and nodded to his goons, who immediately began ripping the gang's hideout apart. "Ve know vhere the computer iz, but could you be zo kind az to tell uz vhere the files from it are?"
Nyoko turned her gaze on the turtle, and he frowned, narrowing his large spectacled eyes. Her tail whished through the air, just every bit as dangerous as her whip, so much so the turtle wondered why she even used a whip at all. The scorpion slinked up to him and began sliding her very cool, very ice hands over his cheeks. Bentley began to feel a heat in him he had never experienced before, and began blushing.
"You are the computer expert of the Cooper Gang, surely you can tell me where the files are," she leaned extremely close to him, their bodies pressing against each other, and she whispered in his ear, "for me, please?"
This time it was Sly who would be there for his friend. There was no way he was going to let these thugs get that info, even though to be honest he had no idea where it was at the moment. His eyes scanned the scene, watching dingos and tazmanian devils were smashing everything in sight. That's good, that means that even though I don't know where it is, then neither do they. "Bentley, don't listen to her," he ordered.
That was all it took for the scientific reptile to come back to his senses. Bentley pulled away from her and pulled out his crossbow, as Sly spun around and snatched his cane from underneath a mountain of broken plates and scattered papers. The two friends stood side by side, no doubt the third member of the troupe had heard the sounds by now, and would have been right at their sides, if not for the boys.
It was then that Sly's eyes grew wide with horror. The boys those little would be Interpol officers, with very cunning thief instincts. It must have been them, or one of them who had taken the papers. And as a few of the dingos, and one of the tazmanian devils slowly began to approach Sly's room, his instincts grew very primal.
Sly leapt into the air, slowing down time – the second time this whole night he had used this technique, or seemed to anyway, on the twins. I always wanted to use this technique with a Fox, but I always thought this would be so much more amorous when Carmelita came towards me, when I did this.
"You are not going to go through here," he snarled. His foes took a step back, and grinned just as viciously as his tone had come through. That was their first mistake. Spinning his cane, he sent one dingo back with a broken jaw, while tripping another with a round house leg drop.
Murray was having a much harder time fighting off the enemy, but he too was a force to recon with. What the heroes could not understand was why the hyena, or the scorpion had not gotten involved. With blurs or gray blue and green, the two friends, made paste out of the goons, but their hideout was much more of a tattered, ruined post war "bunker" than a hideout. Sly leapt to a cabinet that was still standing, and did a double back flip to land right next to Nyoko, to size her up.
"Smell pretty good," he said with a smirk, "but you are no Carmelita, hell you're barely a Contessa." Liar, she's drop dead gorgeous. But that still got the reaction he wanted, a quick snarl, and a flick of her whip, which he swiftly grasped in both hands and spun her around like a top, before bringing her down, right into the bathroom. He watched her slip and slide through the thick multicolored goop, and grinned, glaring at the hyena.
"Don't think I caught your name, Mr.?"
"Dr. George Goren," the mad scientist like villain snarled. He put his hands behind his back and narrowed his beady eyes at the raccoon. "If you plan on fighting, please, zink again, Herr Cooper. I'm a thinker, not a violent goon."
"That I very much doubt," Sly snapped. "The non violent goon part, not the fighting part," he added. He smiled, leaning against his cane. "And zink again, if you wanted to wash your hands, all you had to do was ask."
The doctor narrowed his eyes even more, and raised his upper lip, but stood motionless, as if he were a pagan god, glaring down at a mortal he thought worthless. "Ze documents, if you pleaze, Herr Cooper." He shot out an arm, which was stiff and livid. Sly snarled and swung his cane, and gawked at the doctor, who was now smirking again. The raccoon blinked and swung three times, once even feeling the particle motions around them, to see if the hyena was using a time technique – he wasn't. He was that damn fast! Naturally.
"If you do not comply, ze boyz will have to zuffer," he smiled, and motioned to Sly's room.
Sly gasped and looked back, seeing twin foxes wiggling in two dingo's hands. Murray and Bentley had been knocked on their butts, looking dazed, but otherwise okay. Behind them Nyoko stood, smiling coolly. How had he not heard any motion behind him?
"Another of the good Ninja's talents," the doctor said, dropping his harsher accent. To be honest, he only used it to intimidate and cause fear, not because it made him feel superior, but because it was so much damn fun. "Now hand over the documents," once again his hand stretched out and he wiggled his fingers. He blinked for a moment as the thief stood still and bared his teeth. "Now!" he roared, nearly stripping his throat.
"Fine," Sly said, defeated. His friends gasped, and watched him walk slowly to another drawer. He picked up a sheet of paper, and walked back over to the doctor. The hyena tore the paper from his hand, a self satisfied grin on his face – until he read the paper.
"Go bite yourself," he read out loud. He snarled and glowered at Sly. "What the Hell?" He was met with blue boot to his face. The Hyena groaned and tripped over the papers, slumping over the on the floor.
Sly rushed to the boys' aide, but skidded to a stop. Gabriel had grabbed the dingo's nose ring and was now pulling it out so far it nearly looked like the dog looked like he had been telling one too many lies. But that was the worst of his worries. The ring tore from his nose, and as it dropped, Christian snatched it, and slammed it right into the dingo's lower region, leaving the thug's eyes to widen so much he was now an anime character.
Sly chuckled. Now that's a Prince Albert!
"Interesting," Nyoko said, stepping over his friends. Her skin was sticky and foul. "But what are you going to do about me?"
"Been swimming in the sewer?" the Master Thief asked with a harsh laugh.
"Classic," she snapped with her own grin. She narrowed her body; both whip and tail flinging in the air dangerously. "Goodbye Cooper-San."
They began to fight, and the raccoon had to admit she was quick. And using both tail and whip she absolutely guaranteed at least one hit ever so often. For twenty minutes they fought, equals, up for a while. Then as he began to become smitten with her, she was pretty, but then again so had Neyla been, and he knew too much how that had ended.
That one instance of smitten foolishness cost him. Nyoko slashed out with her tail, and struck him deep in the flesh, in his upper arm. Sly screamed out, and threw his cane, which caught her on the side of her head. Just as quickly as it had struck, her tail retreated, and she turned to look at the other two, who were rising to their feet. She hissed, and shook her head, rushing for the exit, grasping the unconscious doctor and throwing him over her shoulder. Her tail reached out and grabbed the computer, and just like that, Charlie's two lieutenants were gone.
That left Sly and the gang, with the boys, to figure out what to do, which didn't take long. Sly's arm wasn't hurt too badly though it kind of burned a little. He shook the fogginess from his head, and looked at the mess.
"Bentley," he groaned, "get me the phone." The turtle protested a little bit, but decided to listen. His friend didn't look too bad. Sly picked up the phone, and quickly dialed. It rang once, twice, three times, and then he heard her voice.
"Hello," Carmelita said, friendly enough, but with enough tension that it was obvious if there was a telemarketer on the other side, and she found him, he'd wish that she'd had used a nutcracker instead of what she would really do to him.
"Detective Fox --," Sly began.
"I'm not home right now, as some crazy, inconsiderate thief has caused me to leave at such a demonic hour, and if I catch him, he's going to wish that he'd been hit by a truck instead." With each word her voice rose, until she was practically singing punk rock opera.
Sly hung up the phone and swore. "Wonderful." He looked at the boys and shook his head. When he was asked what had happened, he told them, and they too shook their melons.
"Now what are we going to do?" Bentley wailed. The turtle began pacing back and forth, sweat pouring down his face. "I can't believe this!"
"Calm down, Bentley," Sly said, waving his hands. "We'll think of something."
"Wanna bet she went to Elisa's for help?" Christian said, looking at the taller twin.
"Or Ivan's apartment, she might have needed to go to Confession, if she said lots of bad words when she found our letter," the other twin said with a nod.
"Elisa, Ivan," Sly rose his eyebrows. Being a Carmelitaholic, he knew who they were, the detective's older brother and sister. Elisa, like Carmelita, was an Interpol officer, one who had nearly made Colonel. Ivan, or Father Ivan was a Catholic priest. The thief began to pace the floor. Eventually he dialed their phone numbers, though both were unlisted – I did say he was a Carmelitaholic, right? – and when neither picked up, sighed again.
"Sly, we can't deliver them to Interpol," Bentley said. "Well we could, but --," he shrugged, stroking his bald head.
"But we can't take them with us, I know, I know," Sly said. He sighed. "Well, let's just go to Morgan's apartments and see what we can do then."
Both his friends' eyebrows rose. "Morgan Skye?" Murray crossed his thick, stubby arms and scowled.
"I don't see how we have any choice right now," Sly said.
Morgan Skye was twenty two years old, with long blondish brown hair, and green eyes. Like Sly she was a thief, a master thief in her own right, but for the last five years she decided to "retire" and open up a chain of apartments around the world. She wasn't a raccoon like Sly, but a numbat, an Australian mammal that kind of looked like a squirrel with a really long snout and a less bushy tail, though she did somewhat resemble a raccoon, in some ways.
She opened her doors and smiled as Sly and the Gang stood there, with the twins. It was the sight of those two boys that made her grin drop, and raised an eyebrow.
"Decided to leave the business too, Sly?" She asked in her very thick Australian Accent.
"No, these are the siblings of a friend," he said, ushering the small group inside and closing the door behind him as quickly as a tornado strikes a town, and then leaves.
"Friend huh? Interesting." She smiled at the boys, and showed a distrusting Murray and Bentley where they could put themselves and the boys, and then walked down into her kitchen, where Sly sat waiting.
"Out with it, mate," she snapped; her eyes shinning in the rays of the five o'clock morning sun. "Those are Carmelita Montoya Fox's brothers, aren't they?" The raccoon flinched at the sound of her voice and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Morgan," he began.
"What happened back then all those years ago, happened, so shut it," she snarled. She didn't hate him but there was a strong dislike at the sight of the Interpol's siblings. "Look Sly, what did you get those two youngsters into? And what is this about?"
The male, master thief spilled everything that had happened so far, the female puffing out her cheeks from time to time as she heard things she did not like. When he had finished, it was nearly six, and he was yawning big time. The sun was higher in the sky and was now beginning to warm the kitchen, with its cool light brown wooden surface, its tiny bar and the small white microwave hanging over a massive black stove.
"You can stay here, to sleep, but I have business to take care of, and I really do not want the law at my front door, so --," she paused, jutting out a slender finger, "if your question is to if the boys can stay here, sorry. I do not have time to take care of two nine year old boys."
"It won't be for long," Sly began to protest, his eyelids dropping.
"Sly," she started to snarl, but sighed. "Go to bed, get your rest. Stay here for the day if you want, but I have important business out of country. I can't get involved Sly, not right now." She turned to leave, and waved her hands. "Good seeing you again though."
It was almost two in the afternoon when they all woke up. Sly used the bathroom, and then went into the kitchen, where his friends, and the boys, faces scowling out of distrust, tiredness, and uncertainty, looked at him.
Sly went to the refrigerator, and pulled out a few things, making his friends as sandwich, and the boys two hot dogs apiece, with thick milk. When they were finished, he asked them what they wanted for dessert.
"Carmelita says that we aren't allowed sugar," Christian said bluntly.
"Her clothes would probably burst right off her body if she found out," Gabriel said, nodding his head. "At least that's what Gracia always says."
Sly stood there dumbfounded. He blinked and shook his head, no sugar but the kid craps out green waste, what were they stuffing … broccoli down his throat? Then as he realized what Christian said, a small smile grew across his lips.
"Sly," Bentley snapped, pushing his glasses to his nose, with a knowing tone in his voice.
"Oh come on," he chuckled, it couldn't be that bad." He turned to the boys and handed each of them a candy bar. "I won't tell if you won't." He urged them on, teasing them that it was not poisoned. After a few minutes of hesitation, both boys gave into peer pressure, and down the delicious brown bars.
"You see? Nothing happened," Sly said. "It's like I told you all a --," he stopped talking as Christian grabbed two more bars and stuffed them in his mouth greedily, and then a third. "Uh, Chris?"
"His name is Christian," Gabriel snapped. "Don't call him --," the larger twin looked down at his brother, and swallowed. The boy licked his lips, thought for a moment, and grabbed two candy bars for himself.
"Hey, wait a minute," Sly howled. Too late, the boys scattered off in different directions, each holding at least twenty pounds of chocolate in his arms.
Murray stood there with his mouth a gap, his eyes wide with shock. 'Strong boys," he finally managed to say. Bentley looked at the hippo and then back at Sly, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, so chocolate makes them a little hyper," Sly said defensively.
"Uh, Sly?" Murray began.
"I mean, what kid doesn't get a little stoked on sweets once in a while, at least I'm treating them like kids," the thief continued.
"Sly," Murray said, his voice rising.
"It's not like they're going to do anything bad, or commit a sin or anything," Sly said, narrating with his arms, his eyes closed shut.
"Sly!" both the turtle and the hippo shouted in unison.
Finally he managed to hear them. "What!" he shrieked. He turned at the wrong moment, at the very wrong time, and a massive pain rushed through his groins as a very hyper Christian came at him with a croquet mallet. "Sweet Jesus," he groaned, grabbing his testicles, as he went down.
Murray rushed over to grab the boy, but jazzed on sugar, the child wiggled through his fingers, and dashed off, right after grabbing another handful of candy bars. "You guys, what are we going to do?" the hippo wailed.
"Catch them," Sly cried, bent over on the wooden floor. He was nearly in the fetal position, and he felt an overwhelming urge to suck his thumb.
Murray and Bentley, reluctantly left their friend, and rushed after the boys, who had now left Morgan's apartment and were bounding in and out of other people's homes. Bentley almost had Christian, but the child darted around him, and all the turtle had was very burnt hands as he grasped an old fashioned heater, and was chided by that apartment's tenant. Murray caught Gabriel, just as the boy bounded into a hot tub, two stories up from Morgan's apartment, but dropped the boy as he stared at a large chimpanzee and his small slender wife gap at him, both totally naked.
"Sorry, folks," he stuttered. He tried to turn to go after the boy, but slipped on some water on the floor, and splashed in the tub with them, his hands resting on the wife's bosom, and his other, which was underwater – well, you don't really want to know. Except that it cost him two of his top teeth, and a very sore jaw.
Bentley finally cornered one of the boys, he couldn't be too sure, his glasses were thick with moisture from sweat, as the child rushed back into Morgan's apartment, and was trying to throw a can of paint over her white lacey curtains. The boy looked up at him, smiled, and tossed the paint at him, covering the turtle in a slop of thick yellow glop. The turtle howled, and grasped the boy by his wrist, "That's it," he roared. "Time out!"
Those words must have been magic, because at the sound of them, Gabriel, who had been elated to escape the hippo, stood there dewy eyed, and gave a slight nod. Of course not before tossing all of his chocolate filled cookies all over the turtle, but at least he stopped.
Five minutes later, Murray was hauling in an extremely wound up Christian under his arm, and finally set him down, locking the toy handcuff around the boy's wrist, and the arm of a chair in the kitchen.
"What is he saying?" Sly asked, rubbing his lower area, as he pushed himself up to the counter.
The hippo shrugged. "Well you got me, but I caught him just a block in a half away from here, he was pouring powdered coffee down his throat like it was a waterfall or something."
For a moment, Sly stood there, and then began laughing. "Java," he chuckled. "He keeps repeating it." The seriousness of their situation, and the silliness that had just happened, washed over him, and the master thief half way doubled over in laughter.
"Sly," Bentley snarled, setting Gabriel into another chair, "will you grow up! Not only do we have to contend with Charlie the Great, and his goons, but let's not forget that Carmelita is pretty pissed too, and now we've probably ticked off Morgan Skye also!"
"Bentley relax, I've called a repairman, and already paid him," Sly said. "Morgan knew what she was getting into, by letting us in, and as for Carmelita --," he was interrupted by Murray.
"Morgan Skye let us in? Sly you kinda pushed us in through the door," he said cautiously.
"True, but I told her why," Sly said. "If she didn't want us here, she would have sent all our buts sailing right out that door."
"Good," Bentley said sarcastically. "Now I feel so much better. So instead of sending out butts out the door, she's probably going to take an axe, and lop them off, and put them on her mantle."
"You've been watching Spongebob Squrepants too much again," Sly chuckled. "Anyway, I know where Carmelita is." He held out a note and showed them what Morgan had written.
Sly I just came back from the airport, and you will not guess who I saw there, getting on a plane for Australia. Yep, Detective Fox, and her sister Elisa. Must have figured that you took the boys to Australia with you mate. Either that or she heard about the attack on your hideout, and figures that Charlie has them now. I've taken the liberty to buy tickets for each one of you, and if you hurry, you can cut her off, by taking one of my friends express planes.
See ya, Ringtail.
Morgan Skye.
The thief smirked and looked at the clocked. "By my estimation we have around twenty minutes to catch that plane."
"With the kids?" the other two roared.
"If we hurry, we can get the boys to Carmelita, and then get on with our main mission." Sly smiled down at Gabriel, "Of course we'll need those files you took from me."
The boy was still jabbering on about the holy, wonderful glories of coffee and sugar, pulled papers from out of his pants and handed them to the thief. That sight alone made the thief roar with even greater laughter than he had all day long.
"All right troupe, let's pack them up and move them out," he shouted.
"What are you going to do when my sister catches you there, thief," Christian snarled.
Sly's smile grew wider yet and he stroked his chin. "You just let me worry about that, kiddo."
And now for some review replies. Gosh I did not really think I'd get so many so quick! Sorry if you didn't like my action and fight scenes, I'm really not too god at those yet. Anyway to answer the reviews!
Lt. Cooper: Like I told you in the email, gosh I hope I did not freak you out doing that, I've been writing since I was fifteen, Lol, fifteen years ago. I did not start out with fan fiction, tried my hand at Transformer fiction for a club I belonged to, and then did regular fiction until the video game Xenosaga got me back into fanfiction. My inspiration for this story? Kind of different inputs from my niece, whom this story is dedicated to, and who I based Morgan Skye on. Plus Writer's Digest Magazine has an article asking writers to write a family tree for a video game character. I chose Carmelita, and her eight siblings, right up to their family joining Interpol, to present day. Then I thought, what would Sly do, or Carmelita for that matter, if he accidently kidnapped one or two of her younger siblings. I'd be happy to join your C2 but I'm not sure what I would have to do. And I'm only online a few days – if I'm lucky – a month here, then a couple of months after that, and so and so. Hopefully that won't be a problem. Thanks again for the kool comments.
Kaiseronni: I'm glad you like the fiction, but as I told Lt. Cooper, I am not always on line, I don't have connection at my house, have to use a family member's, so, while I wrote chapter three last night and this morning, you will probably have to wait for the next couple of chapters until late September, early weeks of October, but good things are worth waiting for they say Thanks for the compliments, the comedy made my niece laugh too.
Heiduska: Well you just read in this chapter how old they are, nine . They are the youngest of Carmelita's group of fourth generations of the Fox family. This chapter also brought you reference to three other children, Two of her older siblings Elisa, Ivan, and Carmelita's little sister, Gracia. At 23, Carmelita is the fourth born to Issac Peter and Maria Carmita Fox. Rest assured you are going to met the whole blasted family by the time this is done! Yep the bad guys tried to hurt the boys, but we saw the end results of that! Of Course, Charlie the Great, and his thugs aren't done yet.
Well I hope that this was fun to read, I enjoyed writing it for you all. I especially hope you all enjoyed Nyoko, as she is one of my favorite villainesses that I have created. And please review, and please look forward to Chapter Four (and the other chapters after that, ;).