Carmelita stepped off the play, followed by her sister, and looked around at the air port. It looked like any other airport, but she felt a sense of menace in it, as if they were being watched. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at her older sister. "Do you sense anything sister?" she asked Elisa in Spanish.
"Carmelita stop being so anxious," her sister snapped at her. "You'll ruin our hand."
"Our hand at what?" the younger sister said, slipping back into English.
There they were again, those strong, bitter gray eyes. Carmelita shivered and turned her glance away, Elisa smiling. "It looks like we better hail a taxi and get a hotel room, then I can call Roberto and see how Vittoria is doing," she said.
"She's three years old," Carmelita said of her young niece, walking with her sister to get their bags. "How much trouble could she get into?"
"As much as you did when you were younger," Elisa teased, lifting a fifty pound suitcase like it a piece of paper. She smiled and picked up Carmelita's as well, giggling as the business man who had relieved himself out of fright of her struggled with much smaller bags. The Doberman Pincher looked over at her and felt his eyes widen, and glared down at his pants, cursing as they again filled with thick yellow stains.
"Do you have to be such a show off, hermana mayor?" Carmelita took her bag and inched closer to Elisa, "I thought you said to keep a low profile."
"I said not to ruin our hand," she whispered back. "You'll find with Charlie there's a difference in those two things." Elisa pulled away and walked to the exit of the airport, flashing her pretty smile at everyone she saw, and greeted them with a fine, thick "G' Day," so heavy it almost seemed she was from the Continent/island/nation, born and raised.
"So what do we do from here?" she asked. The City of Adelaide was amazing, Carmelita had only been here once before but the sights still took her breath away. It had very broad streets, numerous parks, and architectures from different time periods. It had been named for England's King William IV's consort in 1836, and was one of the capital cities in Southern Australia.
It was also nearly five in the evening, and Carmelita yawned. It had been almost one o'clock when they left Paris, and that was two hours ago. Her eyes squinted to the slowly lowering sun, and rubbed her shoulders, nearly yelping in shock as her sister grabbed her wrist.
"No time for jet lag," she snapped. Elisa pushed Carmelita into the taxi, and they rolled off, toward one of the nearest hotels – or so they thought.
The plane slowly lowered to the ground and the boys quickly got off it, looking around. Bentley yawned and scratched his back and looked at his watch, switching it to the new current time with the press of a button.
"This doesn't look like an airport to me," Murray said. That was the understatement of the day, it wasn't an airport, it was an airfield, with only one white building standing in the far distance of the run way.
"Sorry mates," Walter said. "Morgan told me to bring you to her private airfield, so we wouldn't have Charlie's eyes on us."
"What good does that do us," Sly snapped, stroking his arm. The raccoon began to pace back and forth, and narrowed his eyes at the weasel. "We were supposed to head Carmelita off and get the twins to her."
"Calm down mate," the weasel snapped. "I'm only doing what I was told to."
Bentley rushed to his friend and pushed him back, "Sly, look, Carmelita probably wasn't going to Sydney anyway, which means we can still try to catch her before she does anything foolish."
"Good luck," the twins said in unison. Sly smiled for a moment, and then snapped them a look that told them to behave. Neither of them really trusted the thief, but he was an adult, and he could really make things uncomfortable if he wanted to, now that he had heard of their little extracurricular reading.
The raccoon sighed and shook his head. "Okay, okay," he groaned, giving up with a bent head. "Did Morgan at least give us a vehicle or something to travel to the city?"
Walter flashed a smile and began walking toward the hanger. "You boys have no idea," he chuckled.
Now Sly really was whooping it up in celebration. The van wasn't anything like the old get away vehicle that had floated away right after they defeated Jean- Bison, it was better. The vehicle was compact, tiny but on the inside, it was large and massive, bigger than their old headquarters.
"When Morgan goes out, she goes all out," Bentley said looking at all the high tech gizmos. "It'll take me all the rest of the night to figure this all out, Sly."
"That's okay," the thief said, "It's not like we're going to have to use it in an all out battle right off the bat." He leaned back the thick chair and watched the road go by. It wouldn't take them long to get to Adelaide, so there was no need to take a nap, and for some strange reason he really didn't feel like he needed one. His heart was racing, faster and faster as the van went, but it was not because of the speed. He frowned for a moment and then put the whole thing behind him.
I rarely get sick. Sly could count on one hand and not use all his fingers to count the times he got ill. The master thief licked his lips and leaned back forward. It was best just to ignore this, and let it pass.
"You don't look too good," Bentley said, edging toward his friend.
"He looks like he's going to throw up," said Christian.
"Oh, maybe he has a tumor," Gabriel added.
"Okay you two, just sit back and relax, and don't touch anything," Sly said with a grin on his face. "Why don't you two relax and try to get some sleep."
"But we aren't tired," they cried. Gabriel frowned and crossed his arms. "You just want to drop us off somewhere, and go after that jewel to sell on the thief net," the boy snapped.
"Don't talk about things you can't understand, sport," Murray said, gently. The boy looked at him and stuck his tongue out at the hippo.
"Sly, how are you going to explain all of this to Detective Fox," Bentley asked, as his best friend rose to his feet, shuffled a little, and dropped to his but on the front seat wiping sweat off his forehead.
Bentley walked over to his friend and studied him. "You sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine," Sly said, rubbing his arm. "Just forget it." The thief turned to the front window and smiled. "Just leave Carmelita too me, after all its not like I actually kidnapped the boys."
"No, but you did actually steal her computer," the turtle said, fixing his glasses.
"And we both know why I did that," the raccoon said. "We can't let Charlie the Great have that much power, he's already a nut job, with that kind of weaponry he'd be a godlike nut case."
The turtle looked to Murray, and lowered his head. "Well, that is true," he said. He sighed and sat in his own seat, taking a break from studying the electronics, and blocked out the twins growing disapproval that there was not one video game in the lot. "But why is it always us?"
"Why is it always us, what?" Sly said, looking at his friend.
"We're supposed to be only thieves, how do we always get met up with these lunatics that plan to whip out or enslave mankind?"
Sly chuckled and tried to rest his arms behind his head, grimacing and pulling his arms away from his head and rested them in his lap. "I guess its just fate, or karma, you believe in the supernatural Bentley," he turned to the boys and frowned as they read some small magazines that Walter had given them.
Both of them were ash green, bent over, with large red veins sticking from their eyes. "Murray, stop the van," Sly screamed.
There was a hiss of brakes and tires, and they all buckled forward, flinging them toward of the front. Too late, brown, thick goo came rushing from the boys mouths, covering the trio of thieves, from head to toe.
Sly sighed and looked at Bentley. "You know how you asked if I was okay before?" The turtle nodded his head, and Sly sighed again. "I may have to change my mind," he said. The raccoon groaned, drumming his fingers as he lay on the floor of the van. "I am sorry tired of getting bodily fluid all over me, or my stuff."
Carmelita and Elisa walked into their hotel room, and set down their bags. Like a flash of lightning, her older sister rushed over to the phone and dialed up her husband, letting him know everything was all right. They talked for over an hour in a half, using kissy kissy sounds, and baby talk, and then went over the events of the flight, and the Doberman pincher peeing on himself. Carmelita could hear her brother-in-law screaming with laughter at that, and the conversation went on. The younger of the two sisters could hardly contain herself from thrusting a finger down her throat as it went on.
"Finally," she snapped, as her sister hung up the phone. "And just who is going to pay for that phone call I would like to know," she hissed.
"Oh get a grip, or get a boyfriend," her sister laughed at her in Spanish.
"Cooper doesn't allow me the time to have either," the younger detective sighed as she sat by her desk, hand resting on cheek, arm resting on desk and looking at herself in the mirror.
Elisa began howling with laughter, and pointed at her, covering her mouth. "Then it looks like you've already got a boyfriend at that," she giggled.
Carmelita shot to her feet and glared at Elisa. "Don't you dare go there!"
Elisa smiled and held up her arms in mock self defense, and then frowned, looking at the door.
"What's wrong?" Carmelita asked.
"Something smells funny," her sister said, turning up her nose and sniffing the air.
Carmelita did the same, and yanked out her shock pistol a second later. The two Interpol officers narrowed their eyes, and inched toward the door, their weapons ready, when it exploded.
Neither one of them saw what happened next, a tail flashed forward, followed by numerous thugs that poured in from all over. They grasped the women, and allowed Nyoko held chloroform clothes over their faces.
"Charlie-san, and Dr. Goren would like to have a word with you two," she cooed. Then there was darkness, except for Nyoko's mocking laughter.
Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to post this story today, and I had a gut feeling that a swift kidnapping would be more traumatic and nail biting than a fight to unconsciousness. Besides there's already been something like that earlier. I don't want to overdo myself so quickly, I'd like to space it.
Heiduska: I'm glad you liked the chapters, hopefully you'll like this one too, and I'm hoping to write and publish another one by tomorrow. Not for sure though. Anyway the boys, especially Christian have a taste for candy now, and still hyped on sugar, the kid thought the Go Piece might actually be a black Reese's Pieces. It's okay, about the language, you did sound like you were Asian, but Finnish works too . I just hope you are disappointed at the short chapter.