A/N Yeah I know, I really dropped the ball there… MASSIVE WRITER'S BLOCK but hey! I'm back and I have a great little story planned so please, keep reading and I'll keep writing!
Chapter 5- Close Call
The little Beverly Hills home looked nice, affordable, and well-kept. Sure, it could maybe use a new paint-job, but it looked just fine. Seeing this home, you would have no idea of how hectic it was inside.
Bentley rushed around, packing everything up… again. The blueprints, his clothes, money, and many little inventions and gadgets. Penelope also packed up grumpily, her body urging her to take at least a power nap.
"So, Murray was attacked again, and all of a sudden it's of great importance. And because of Murray's attack, we are forced to leave another safe house in a great rush. That's the situation, correct?" she inquired, a little angrily.
"Yes," Bentley mumbled. "But it really is important! These men were organized, matching suits and everything! They planned this, plus they knew about the package! Something's going on, someone wants us dead, maybe even-"
"Sly," Penelope finished. They suddenly heard screeching of tires from outside. Penelope was at the window in a flash. "Uhhhh Bentley? Did you say matching suits?"
Sly sat down in the crowded room with the bad air-conditioning. Then again, it wasn't all that necessary in London, England. This HQ wasn't his favourite, by far, but it was okay. The whole darn Interpol police force stationed in all of England had been called to the meeting. Lucky Sly and Carmelita were already there, so they just sat and waited. Bane Calligan sat up on the stage, shiny Captain's badge over his breast pocket. When the bulk of the officers arrived, Carmelita joined him, along with the other captains and high-rankers. I'm gonna get that Bane and I'll-
"I have gathered you all here," Inspector Barkley began, "to tell you of some very important news. As I speak, every country in the world is having a meeting for every Interpol agent stationed there. There seems to be some sort of world-wide group, threatening… well, we don't know what yet," he paused. "What we do know, however, is that they are a Russian Mafia of sorts. We originally thought that a man by the name of Dimitri Alexandrov was the head of the organization, but we have found some evidence that he is perhaps, playing second fiddle to someone. He never meets with him in person. We haven't a single trace of who he might be."
This news left everyone in a sort of shocked awe. Wow. There hadn't been any actual organized crime like this in years. And it was international? Sly didn't envy the man that that organization was after.
The man arrived in Beverly Hills three hours later than Bentley and Penelope. He had his limo waiting for him, as always. The driver, Albert Favreau, the man's professional that drove him everywhere, already had Bentley's address into the GPS and as soon as the man stepped into the limo, they set off. The man's expensive phone rang. It was Dimitri.
"Sir, we are approaching the house now," he said in his husky voice.
"How many men have you got with you?" the man asked, in his cool, calm voice.
"Twenty sir," Dimitri replied, proud of how cautious he was. The man grunted.
"Hopefully that will be enough." Dimitri was slightly taken aback. Surely twenty had to be enough!
"Uh, yes sir that should be enough," he said.
"We'll see," the man said and hung up. Dimitri looked at his phone. Surely twenty men are enough. It's a mouse and a turtle in a wheelchair!
"Sir, we're here," Dimitri's driver informed him. They were in a little suburb, Bentley's safe house looking no different than the acres of houses surrounding it.
"Good. Inform the men to rush the perimiter. I'll give the signal to knock down the door. Go ahead and slash the vehicle's tires. Oh, and toss a few smokes in there." The men jumped out of their vans and rushed the house. Two men slashed the car's tires and looked in the garage. Nothing. "Okay, bring her down!" Two men kicked down the door swiftly as the others tossed some smoke grenades through the windows. They all pulled on their gas masks and rushed in, through windows and doors. They all carried assault rifles with their flashlights turned on. Dimitri took out his flashlight and snapped it on top of his customized Desert Eagle. It had been tweaked for rapid-fire, laser sight, blade, and grenade launcher. It was his ultimate weapon. The men rushed every room on the first floor in less than 15 seconds. "Check the surrounding properties," he ordered four men. They rushed to the backyard. Wait what's tha... Oh no. The explosion ripped through the still air and threw them all back, except for the unlucky four men that triggered the mines. Dimitri swore and jumped back up. The other men got up shakily as well. "Damnit. You two, check up stairs." The two men ran up the stairs. Dimitri looked around for some papers, clues, anything when another explosion rocked the second floor. Idiots.
"There they are!!" someone shouted from outside. Dimitri and all the men ran to the backyard.
The backyards were seperated into neat squares by weak wooden fences. One of Dimitri's men was on a property diagonal from theirs, standing on the fence, pointing frantically. Dimitri jumped on one and saw an expensive car rocket toward the man on the fence. He yelped but the car still crashed into him and skidded onto the road. It then sped off.
"Get them!"
Bentley drove like a madman, trying to get away. His wheelchair had been heavily customized to stow away easily, for quick getaways. It was now in the back seat, bumping into the windows, roof, Penelope. Bentley was trying to shake these men and insane driving was necessary. The men hadn't taken long to jump back in their cars and follow. Pedestrians jumped out of the way and other cars skidded and crashed. Suddenly the engine stopped.
"Oh no. How expensive is this car again?" Penelope asked nervously.
"You got it. It's got that new system. Shuts down the engine and locks the doors," he told her as he dug around the already hot-wired vehicle. "Don't worry, I can start her up again, just need some time."
"We don't have any, Bentley!" Penelope yelped as she saw the advancing cars.
"Make some!" he replied. She quickly dug around her bag and pulled out their saviour. She threw it out the window and grabbed the big control.
"What the bloody 'ell is that thing?" Dimitri's driver asked.
"What is this, a joke?" he responded. "Shoot it!" The men all wore earpieces so they could hear each other. Every machine gun was now on the little RC Chopper as it approached.
"Oh, you're in for a big surprise!" Penelope sneered as she maneuvered her chopper over and around the gunfire. She let loose about five bombs. The men drove right into them. The cars exploded, flipped and crashed. At least, the minority ones did. The more heavily armoured ones just stopped. Penelope continued her attack on the cars, as they desperately fired at the elusive chopper. The engine suddenly started up again.
"Okay, we're good to go!" Bentley cried gleefully as they sped off again. Penelope opened the window and flew the chopper in.
"Ooh we might need to get her patched up again Bentley. Those men have better aim than I thought." Bentley glanced at the scratches and one actual hole.
"No problem, Pen, we can fix it once we get away." They drove a little too fast at one intersection. A limo suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Bentley's extensions stomped on the brakes, but it was too late. They crashed right into the side of the limousine, and flipped right over! The limo was heavily armoured. Very heavily. The car did a couple of flips and landed on the other side, facing their armoured foe.
Bentley was fighting for consciousness, his head raising from the steering wheel slowly. Penelope was out cold. The back window of the limo lowered a little, revealing two red eyes, pointy ears, fur... This all happened in a span of three seconds, and he was off again, reversing and drifitng to turn the car around. He drove away from the accident as fast as he could. The eyes scared him; maybe even invoked... nostalgia? No, it was just some hot-shot in his limo that we crashed into. Nothing more.
The bridge ahead of them was closed. Bentley swerved onto a makeshift ramp made by some punks. The car flew up, the adrenaline waking Bentley right up. He reached back for his wheelchair and opened the doors with a button on his side.
"Sorry, Pen," he muttered. He pushed her out of the car just as he jumped off too. He just barely managed to snap open the wheelchair and sit on it before activating the jets. He flew under Penelope's flailing body and scooped her in his arms as they fell... to the boat below. Five men tried making the jump too. Three made it. Dimitri watched on earnestly.
"Back in the cars," he growled. "Go!" They all piled back in the cars and drove along beside the river.
It was a delivery ship of sorts. Some workers jumped back in shock as a turtle descended from the sky with a mouse in his arms.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can't be here, you're gonna have to clear outta he-" Bentley answered with a swift wheelchair spin to the face. Penelope was up again by this point.
"Wait, wha-" she started.
"No time, Pen! We're still getting away!" She ran alongside him now and they turned int a narrow little hall. One of the men followed them and stepped right on Bentley's bomb. One down, two to go. Penelope got her RC Car out and dropped it. The other bull dog Russian ran around a corner just to see the tip of Penelope's tail. He sneered and ran for her, machine gun up just as WHAM! the RC Car's shot hit him square in the chest, knocking him back. This was followed by a wheelchair landing right on top of him, knocking him out. Bentley smiled and said,
"Just one more, Pen!" She also came running and brought the car. The last man was nowhere to be seen. Bentley and Penelope walked around cautiously, looking for him.
"Where the-?" Bentley started just as Penelope screamed. Bentley jumped around quickly just as the last man, a bat, dropped from the roof. He knocked them both over. Penelope was first to react, trying to kick the man in the chest. He grabbed her foot and sent her flying. Bentley then shot a dart into the man's back He was strong, so he only got dazed. Bentley shot another and followed by a wheelchair spin. The man grabbed Bentley by one of the wheels, just as he activated the jets.
"AHHHH!!" the man screamed in pain as the flames engulfed him. The RC Car drove under him, knocking him over. Penelope followed with the RC Chopper, pouring water over him. The men were all out.
"Come on, Penelope, we got to get out of here," called Bentley as he rolled down the hall. Penelope followed. Bentley's wheelchair activated his cellphone. "Call Big Buck," he ordered the cell.
"Hello?" came the other line.
"Hey Murray, we got attacked too! Yeah, we're okay buddy but listen we have to get out of here so don't send the package. You take it yourself to London, England, okay? Yeah, the coast safe house. Okay, I'll see you there."
One of the henchmen decided to fake unconsciousness some more. Dimitri would find this information very interesting.
the extensions are something Bentley uses to drive. They are like rods to push the pedals and he controls them with his mind, it's a nerve-operated system he invented, not unlike prosthetic limbs
A/N Okay, there you have it! I will continue to write and please keep reviewing. I will try my very best not to give up on this story again. Thanks for reading and REVIEW!!