Agreement
Two days later…
Interpol-Paris Division 0930hrs
A flashy red convertible pulled up into the parking lot of the six-story Interpol building. Out of it stepped a fox and a raccoon. Inspector Carmelita Fox had finally caught her quarry of four years, the world famous master thief Sly Cooper. Only she didn't expect to catch him like this. Following her was him. As far as she knew, his mind was a blank slate; he got too friendly with an energy blast and was knocked out cold.
Cooper had sustained a number of injuries. His forehead, an arm, and his upper torso had been bandaged. He had kept insisting that he didn't need to be carried away on a stretcher, but she forced him to. Now she had just picked him up from an overnight stay at a hospital. But all of that was pie in the sky compared to trying to get the chief to allow him in, let alone sneak through the busy building with him in tow.
"Hey there Fox!" one officer said. "How's about you and me tonight, dinner?"
"Back off Charlie!" Carmelita snarled, shoving the guy away.
"Hey, who's ya friend?" Charlie asked. "New guy?"
Sly and Carmelita said nothing and continued walking. Sly remained silent, but just beyond his calm physique, he wanted to slam that guy's head into the wall. They reached Chief Barkley's office. Carmelita knocked on the door, and after a quick silence, there was a gruff "WHAT IS IT?"
"Inspector Fox sir," Carmelita replied. "There is a matter to discuss with you sir."
"COME IN THEN!"
"Wait here Cooper," Carmelita said to Sly.
Sly simply nodded as his 'partner' entered the chief's office. For the brief moment, the place had the slight smell of cigar smoke. After she entered, Sly sat down on the opposite bench that had been conveniently placed there.
Carmelita sat down across from Chief Barkley, who was busy looking at several transcripts about the Kaine Island Operation.
"What is it Fox?" he asked not looking up to look at her.
"I got him," Carmelita said, crossing her legs.
The chief did a double take before asking "What?" in disbelief.
"I got Sly Cooper," she replied.
"Alright!" Barkley applauded. "So where's the bastard anyway?"
"In the hall," Carmelita answered, feeling a little aggravated at Sly being called a bastard for some reason.
"The jail hall?"
"No, I mean the HALL! He thinks he's one of us!" Carmelita said.
"WHAT?" the chief exploded.
"The guy got too friendly with an energy blast and is completely clueless as to who he is," Carmelita reasoned.
"You gotta be shittin' me!" Chief sighed. "Get 'em outta here."
"Wait chief!" Carmelita pleaded. "He's the perfect candidate for an Interpol officer. He has the skills that nobody else possesses, all he needs is a new identity."
"YOU THINK I'M GONNA WASTE THE TAX PAYERS MONEY TO TEACH POLICE TECHNIQUES TO THE GUY WHO'S MADE A LAUGHING STOCK OF LAW ENFORCEMENT?" Chief exploded.
"Chief he's perfect!" Carmelita pleaded. "He's got no memory of anything except his techniques, put him in the acdemy and he'll be the perfect crime buster."
"Since when have you came up to the defense of that no good thief?" the chief asked suspiciously.
At first Carmelita was trying to decide if she should tell him or not. "He saved my life okay? I think I owe him."
"Fine Fox!" the chief gave in. "But since you want him on the force so bad, you're his keeper, and that means your ass is on the line! Now show me the guy."
The two exited the office and into the hallway, only to gasp.
"He started it," Sly simply said.
Next to the bench he was sitting on was that guy Charlie lying unconscious with a bleeding nose.
I might give Charlie a bigger role than Ass #1, and there will be several more guys like him throughout the fic. Once again, GIMME REVIEWS!