Ziggy's Corner: Okay chapter 28. The Intrigue starts heating up. This is going to be a short chapter

Oscar Lorenzo Fox took his chair, looking at a large group of his friends and co workers. At seventy two, he should have been retired, but his determination to justice would not allow it. He was balder than a bald eagle, and just as tough as a stone wall. His eyes were golden brown, and he looked intently forward, at the new commissioner of Interpol. "He looks so familiar, I can't figure out how though," the old man said.

"I can't figure out why the meeting either," a friend said, sitting next to him. "This whole thing stinks really bad."

"Thank you for coming," Victor Arcan said, his voice strong and full of power, contained in a very youthful body. He smiled and ruffled some papers. "This meeting is to allow you all to meet your new commander, to voice your opinions, questions, whatever you want." He leaned against his desk. "That being said, it's going to be a new era, a new time to live. Law enforcement around the world is about to be revolutionized." His voice was growing, it was high, tense, full of what a lot of people would be called fanatic tone.

"The guy is a little off his rocker I think," his friend said, whispering in his ear.

"He's youthful, he'll learn that this is serious business," Oscar said.

"That being said, I wanted to know if any of you had any questions?" The question and answer forum lasted for a good two to three hours.

"What is your take on the resent rise of thieves?" Oscar asked. His commissioner looked at him square in the eyes and crossed his arms.

"They're definitely not to cause of complete and utter evil on our planet, but as we aren't here for war criminals, I'd say that international thievery should take a very large piece of the pie on our charts." He grinned. "Question answered," before Oscar could respond, "good." His eyes narrowed. "You have more in your family that are part of Interpol, Mr. Fox, where are they?"

"Dealing with family business," Oscar said.

"It would be best if it was extreme business, to miss this," Victor growled.

"Be it sure, that it is."

They stared at each other and turned away, the session lasted another two or three hours, and then it ended. Oscar rose from his feet, missing his son, his grandchildren, his precious Emily. Truth be told, he saw her just a few minutes after walking out of the main room, as both were Interpol agents. She smiled at him and wrapped her hands around his neck. "You look beautiful this night."

"I look beautiful every night," she teased. They kissed and held each other. "What do you think of this new commissioner?"

"I don't know," Oscar sighed. "I'm just tired of all this politics. It would be nice if everything would just slow down."

"It's called retirement," Emily teased. Her eyes were gray blue, and softer than a blanket. Her voice was childlike, and innocent.

Oscar opened his mouth, ready to say something else, when he frowned, there was something not right. "Emily, run." He gripped her arm, and pulled her to the exit of the building, his ears twitching as they dashed for safety. In a perfect world they would have made it, in a game story they would have made it, in a story based on a game, they would have made it. But this was real life. Truth was they got out of the building, but just seconds before flames and the ground rocked all over the place. The cries of injured and shocked surrounded them, and they looked at one another before Emily slowly passed into darkness. Oscar crawled slowly over to his wife, remembering the first time he had seen her.

They'd both been in the police academy. He was sitting at the cafeteria, eating with his buddy, Luke, when this thin beauty walked into the room. His eyes grew, his blushed and he had looked away, feeling her eyes focusing on him. Luke laughed.

"Seems like someone has an interest," he joked. "Come on, man, get a grip and go and talk to her."

He could not bring himself to do it, not for a good number of weeks. In the end it was Emily who approached him. "Look, I know this is forward, but would you like to go for tea?"

He had nearly choked on his gum. His mind told him to make an excuse, for fear that she'd hate him in the long run, but he blurted out that he would. He was happy he had. Four years ago, he married her, and they'd be happy, bringing justice to criminals for a good number of years.

Now he took her hands into his and kissed her fingers. "Emily, beloved, I … love… you."

SLY COOPER

How he had found his children, dashing through the woods, he'd never know. Issac ushered the kids in, called his son to let him know what had happened, and then dropped his bag in horror. "What did you say?"

"Its all over the news, dad," Ivan said, his voice laced with grief. "Someone blew up the Interpol headquarters during the staff meeting. Grandpa, grandmother, they're gone. They were listed among those who died."

Issac felt his blood pressure fall. "No," he whispered.

"Uncle Alberto was seriously injured, but he might survive, but Jamie has been killed too," he continued, weeping for the sake of his cousin-in-law. Her poor husband, and children, neither Nalda nor Machiel had reached ten years yet.

"Do they know what happened?" Issac asked, his knees buckling.

"It was a terrorist act," Ivan said.

SLY COOPER

"Your cane Sly," Bentley gasped. "It was found in the rubble in the attack."

"But that's not possibly," Murray said. "Sly's cane is right there in his hands." He turned and pointed at his brother in arms.

Sly's reaction to the television images was one of immense pain and sorrow. They'd already learned that at least three, perhaps five members of Carmelita's family had been killed. Even Nyoko seemed sorrowful.

"Someone is setting you up, Cooper-san," she whispered.

"Unless you know who, I think we've already figured that part out," Sly said, an edge to his voice. She looked hurt, and turned away.

"Things are getting darker," Sly said. "We've got to solve this puzzle before anyone else get's hurt."

I told you things were going to get more intense, as well as a short chapter, the next one is basically Victor Arcan's point of view from the hospital as he decides what has happened, and how to deal with this. Yep, he survived, just barely. And he's pissed.