My Fist, Your Face
Sly entered the French Division of Interpol, ready for his first true day on the job. He almost knew the place entirely by heart, having visited it several timesduring his thieving days. On the second floor was the clink, third through fifth floors were the offices and cubicles, basement was the locker and workout rooms. He was expected to meet with the chief as soon as he came in. Stepping out onto the fifth floor, he immediately spotted Barkley's office.
"Come in!" Barkley yelled out from the other side of the door as Sly knocked.
"Greetings Chief," Sly said, closing the door behind him.
"Take a sit," Barkley muttered. "I just acquired your file, it should tell you everything, criminals you busted, how much your monthly paycheck is, bonuses, how you have in your life savings, recent partners, date of birth, etcetera, etcetera…"
Barkley handed Sly the file and upon opening it, Sly knew it was a fake file. Instead of talking of his criminal career, and just as importantly, his ancestry, it listed everything about everything he's done as a cop.
"…And your partnered with Fox," Barkley added. "She's my best officer and it's only suitable to partner her with someone with equally impressive credentials."
"Thank you sir," Sly replied, not knowing what to say.
"And one more thing," Barkley added. "Get out of my sight, Fox's office on fourth."
"Bye sir," Sly said, leaving the office.
Upon heading for the elevator, he heard someone yell at him. Turning around, he could tell who it was. He was almost unmistakable by the off-white cast over his nose.
"S'up Charlie?" Sly said with a smirk, admiring his work.
"Don't give me that bullshithappy attitude!" Charlie yelled, poking Sly in the chest with a bony finger. "That incident was a fluke! You couldn't do shit!"
By now, the two had gathered almost everyone's attention.
"Oh really? Cause the broken nose says otherwise," Sly said, rolling his eyes.
"Screw you!" Cahrlie yelled, shoving Sly. "You couldn't touch me even if your hands were glued to my ass!"
"My hands glued to your ass?" Sly asked, dripping with sarcasm. "That sounds sweet. I'm guessing then that your badge works both ways, huh?"
There was an 'oooh' murmur from the crown as well as 'no he didn't' s.
"THAT'S IT SHIT HEAD!" Charlie shrieked. "YOU, ME, NOW!"
"Fine," Sly talked. "It doesn't look like you could any dumber…"
Before he could finish his snappy comeback, his face met fist. The impact caused Sly to stumble back into a desk. Getting up, he realized he had a trickle of blood running from his nose.
"Wow," Sly said. "You can make me bleed. Know any other tricks? Like proving you're a bigger idiot than I first thought you were?"
Charlie grunted and went at Sly again, only this time, Sly swung to the side, grabbed Charlie's wrist, wrenched it behind him, and kicked him in the back of the knees, causing Charlie to fall forward, smashing the glass case for the fire axe with his face. Charlie rolled over onto his back, groaning. His nose was broken, again, and his face was covered with several scratches. Picking up a towel, Sly threw it on Charlie.
"Wipe yourself off," Sly said. "Your bleeding."
Then he entered the elevator, hit the down button, and saw that several girls were giving him generous looks just as the door closed.
A/N: Does anybody know the name of the band that made the song 'My Fist Your Face'? Anyone? I know, so tell me if you do. Hint: They did 'Dream On', 'Walk This Way' and 'Sweet Emotion'. If you don't know it now then you're an idiot. Anyway, review people!
Next chapter, we'll find out who that guy in the introduction is. Read n' review!