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The Caribbean Caper

Kingston, Jamaica-1200hrs-One day later

Dimitri Lousteau stepped up to the podium, and cleared his throat. Flanking him on his left and right were two new towering cruise ships. His pride and joys; his future moneymakers: MV Orbita and Orduna, both vessels a symbol of his wealth and love of the sea.

"Greetings cool cats!" he spoke into the microphone. "And thank you for coming to the christening of my new ships. And I would like to give a big paw to ma greasy sweet bro who designed these fine ladies from the keel up, from the vault security to figuring out the perfect temperature for da pool! Too bad he's in Holland. And I wish to shine on the other dudes who've been like family to me but have gone on!"

"I would now like to celebrate my lovelies, so I hereby tile these ladies Orduna…"

Dimitri pushed a button and a bottle of champagne on the end of a line was hurled at one boat, smashing itself on the prow. The ship let out a high pitched monotone sound from its horn.

"…Orbita!"

He pressed another button and the same thing happened. The crowed cheered and the two ships fired off their horns in unison. Smiling, Dimitri turned around to head to the opposite end of the dock, where his luxury yacht was. It was called the M/Y Thunder Beak, and at over four hundred feet, it was one of the largest private owned yachts in the world. A yellow peacock figurehead graced the prow, standing out against the navy blue hull and white superstructure. He stepped on board and entered the grand atrium, an opening that passed through all seven decks. At the bottom was the grand lounge, a vast room that took up over two thirds of the bottom deck, and the floor was glass paneled, providing unparalleled views of the ocean bottom. With limited space, the yacht was built with Alstrom Mermaid Azipods, the only yacht to have them. Riding the elevator to the top observation deck, he gazed out towards his two ships.

"Paul!" Dimitri said as he entered the bridge. "Let's light this fuse and high tail it!"

"Sure thing sir" Captain Paul said. "But there is a storm coming, but she should hold her own."

"Got that right groovy baby!" Dimitri replied, thumbs up. "I'll be in my suite."

And he left the bridge.

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Interpol Paris Division-1235hrs

Sly waited in the parking lot. Normally he'd catch a ride from Carmelita, but he wanted an excuse to be able to drive his new car. One of the gunmen he beat down with his foot had an old black and yellow '70 Buick GSX, and was impounded and put up for a police auction. Sly couldn't resist and put up two of his bonuses, he got one for each of the seven gunmen he went action hero on. And since each bonus had a very hefty amount, he was able to pay for the GSX, as well as buy new frurniture for his apartment, which still left him with still a quite a bit of cash.

"Bonjour mademoiselle!" Sly greeted as Carmelita pulled into her parking space, which happened to be next to his.

"Hey! I see some cibiche parked in your space," Carmelita muttered, thinking that Cooper chose to walk, like he said he would.

"That cibiche happens to be me," Sly smirked, leaning against his car.

"That's your car?" Carmelita asked in shock and awe. "That's a nice car!"

"Yeah, got from yesterday's police auction," Sly said, walking with Carmelita to the elevator. "One of robbers now has drug possession on his rap sheet 'cause we found about a kilo of Columbian pure taped to the undercarriage."

"Still, that's a nice car!" Carmelita said.

"Everyone thinks it's nice," Sly conceded. Rarely does a '70's American muscle car turn up in a European city, even if it is Paris, so rarely would an Interpol officer even come across a fine tuned machine.

As they entered the elevator, the doors closing, Sly found it the perfect time to ask.

"Hey Carmelita?" Sly asked.

"Shoot," she replied.

"Would you go to the Police Ball with me?" Sly asked. Internally, he winced for the near imminent answere.

"Yes."

"Well I understand if you don't want to WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"I said yes," Carmelita answered, in a tone more suitable for saying 'Are you deaf moron?'

"So I'll pick you up in the GSX" Sly said.

"I love the GSX," Carmelita sighed like a love struck schoolgirl.

"Everybody loves the GSX."

As they exited the elevator, they were greeted by Winthorpe, the intern, who had an odd look on his face. "Have you heard? Two members of the Cooper Gang are missing. Bentley and Penelope I think their names are. They've been kidnapped!"

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Somewhere between Kingston and Nassau-M/Y Thunder Beak-1400hrs

Dimitri gazed out towards the nonexistent sea bottom through the floor of the grand lounge. Apart from his breathing and the faint sounds of the propellers swirling the water around, it was silent. He was actually feeling little tired and was not in the mood to listen to his groove music. He yawned and started for the stairs.

He reached the main hallway to his multilevel suite when he had to squeeze past a crewmember.

"Funny, that dude no ring a ding-ding," he muttered to himself.

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1700hrs

The Thunder Beak was heading straight into a storm. While waves were high enough to just break over the foredeck, the occasional monster was able break over the foredeck and send heavy spray over the bridge windows two decks above. But Captain Paul Vutsiness was quite calm. He was an experienced sailor and went through tougher storms in smaller seventy foot fishing vessels. But something didn't seem right. He saw a few crewmen he was unfamiliar with, and he knew all of the sixty men crew. And new hiring's he would be told about.

Emile Largo pulled out a silenced 9mm. He would be unable to escape with Dimitri unless he took care of the crew on the bridge. He closed the closet door, hiding the dead steward, and carried the dinner tray to the bridge. Underneath a napkin was his gun.

The two crewmembers didn't see it coming as two knives were stuck upside their brainstems. They were dead before they hit the floor of the helicopter hangar. Stepping over them were five 'crewmembers' dressed with heavy weather coats.

"Let's do this," one said. And he grabbed the switch to the hangar door and pulled it down.

"Just set it down," Paul muttered to the 'steward.' Since the crew on watch in the bridge couldn't leave their post they had dinner sent to them.

"Very well," Emile said, setting the tray down onto the control console.

Suddenly a light flashed on.

"Son of a bitch!" Paul muttered upon seeing it. "Someone's opened the hangar door! He'll swamp us!"

Paul turned to head for the hallway, but found a gun pointed at his face. "Just business," Emile muttered as he shot Paul in the head.

Dimitri woke up to a horrible dream, but he couldn't remember what it was. He shrugged it off and headed for his mini-bar. The door flew opened and two men entered.

"What the hell are you two uncool cats doing?" he yelled.

A muffled shot went off as a dart implanted itself in Dimitri's neck. The two men snatched Dimitri's inert body and headed upstairs for the helipad. The five men had now piled into the helicopter, soaking wet from the rain and sea spray they wer exposed to from trying to move the helicopter out of the hangar. Emile soon entered, done from his hideous deed. Now all five men on the bridge were nothing more than bullet sponges.

The helicopter took off, leaving the Thunder Beak vulnerable through her hangar, and now without a captain. The Thunder Beak was now on it's own. And Dimitri was gone.