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Chapter 2- The Un-authorized Detective
Just about twenty minutes after Bentley and Penelope's escape, the bulk of detectives had left the motel room. There was only one inspector still checking for evidence. He looked all around the room but found nothing. How did they make such a clean escape?
Outside, on top of the motel, a man waited in the shadows of the clouds. The lights were on in the motel room so when the man saw the inspector's shadow on the windowpane, he jumped down. The inspector didn't have time to react. The man jabbed his index and middle finger into the inspector's shoulder. The inspector fell with a light thud. The man picked him up, arranged him in the chair to make it look as if he had fallen asleep, and locked the door.
"Falling asleep on the job?" the man muttered. "Very naughty." After the man had made a through inspection of the room, he decided that they had made quite a clean escape. He bended over and checked the carpet in front of the door. It was almost impossible to tell if a wheelchair had passed over it. No, it was impossible.
"Hey, let us in!" a police officer shouted from outside. The man jumped out of the window and landed on top of the lamp post. He jumped on the roof and ran to the other end. From there he jumped to the floor and went inside through the fire exit. He checked the landings and smiled. I thought so. There were little brown spots on each landing. The brown spots were simply light scorch marks. And they were made by Bentley's wheelchair. The man ran back outside and climbed up a pipe to soon be standing on another rooftop. He took out a little GPS tracker that he carried around with himself. It was quite unique, packed with information. The man was quite proud because he had invented it himself. His tail twitched with excitement as he checked for the nearest TTC station. The wind picked up and his trench coat whipped around him. The GPS found the nearest TTC station. It was only three streets down. He jumped on a streetlight, then on another building, then another. Travel was quite simple for him, considering his skill and the packed buildings of Paris. He got to the TTC station and knocked on the door to the ticket-man's compartment. Ha-ha. Ticket man. He knocked louder when all of the ticket-buyers were down, trying to catch the rocket. The ticket man, a bear in uniform, opened the door.
"Sir, you have to buy your tickets…" The man checked over the bear's uniform with his red/hazel eyes. He ripped off the top button of the bear's shirt and jabbed his neck. He fell in a big heap. The man smiled and walked over him. He deactivated the security camera, keeping his head low, and snatched the security tape. He then walked back outside into the chilly Paris night. The man jumped up and landed lightly on the street bus, hitching a ride. He went to a high rooftop and slipped the tape into his 'Gizmo'. It took a long time, but eventually he saw Bentley and Penelope in their disguises. They paid their fare and walked (or rolled) into the eastbound tunnel. The man ran a search on the nearest airport and then calibrated that information into the route of the eastbound tunnel. He found the nearest airport maybe around five stations up. The man broke into a fast run, jumping from building to building. Soon Sly, soon. He finally got to a small airport, just to the side of a highway. He ran past any soon-to-be travellers, and climbed over the fence to get to a jumbo jet plane. He climbed up to the top and planted a little treat. He soon "stumbled" into the airport and made his way into the ventilation system. When he was lying over a guard, he pressed the detonator. The jumbo jet plane was blown to bits. The explosion was so great, that it caused a chain reaction. Giant flames of red and yellow spread all over the place, some tips licking the side of the airport, causing a crisis. Everyone was running now, the fire department had been warned. Hopefully everyone would get out alive. He jumped down, out of the vent and kicked open the door the guard had been guarding. Inside was the record room. It had everything from the day's tapes to who bought what ticket, and when. He plugged in his Gizmo and downloaded everything in ten seconds. When he got back out from the record room, the hallway was thick with acrid smoke. Some fire was actually sneaking in under some doors. People were screaming. Sirens were sounding. But they seemed somehow distant. He ran for the emergency escape but suddenly, a big chunk of the roof fell. He jumped out of the way and ran for the next escape. With this one he was luckier. He got out and jumped past any policemen. Eventually they started blowing their whistles and shouting at him to stop. But he would not. He had what he wanted.
He eventually outran them and waited on a high rooftop for his Gizmo to finish uploading everything. Finally, after plenty of searching, he found Bentley and Penelope under their aliases. Two first-class tickets, California, direct. The man called one of his henchmen.
"Have the jet ready. Pack my stuff and get a permit for a flight to California. Also try getting a lock on any packages sent to California by a man named Big Buck. That's their supplier. His package should lead us right to them." He hung up and returned to the motel. A block away he entered his Mercedes Benz. California was waiting.
A/N Sorry it took me so incredibly long to write this up. The thing is, I already had it planned out but I got hooked on manga. But today I decided to finish it up. Anyway, I'll start working on the next one right away. Please keep reading! Review please.