Alright guys here's the first official chapter of the story! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Washington D.C. Natural History Museum
It was around one in the morning in the Natural History Museum and all that was around were two dingo guards looking bored out of their minds.
"Hey Frank isn't it time for your rounds?" asked one guard to his partner who narrowed his eyes at him.
"My rounds are done Bill. It's your turn to walk around this place now." answered Frank.
"Oh come on! I did yours and my rounds last night so you owe me!" declared Bill as the two began to argue about who would be doing the rounds next.
Neither of them having the slightest clue that right above them a hole was cut out of the ceiling allowing a certain raccoon to drop in. Alex dropped to the ground silently behind the two guards who just continued to argue and shook his head at the pathetic level of security this place had. Oh well, made this job easier for him and his crew.
Sneaking off behind one of the pillars Alex presses a button in his ear and a blue visor drops over his eyes. This was an upgraded version of his Uncle Bentley's binocu-comm's that he didn't have to carry around like with the older models and was much more fashionable.
"Alright guys I'm in position so sound off and we'll get this heist rolling." said Alex as on the visor four small boxes appeared to display the symbols for his team members with the symbols being scratch marks of a triangular spiral, a Dame-dame, a bear paw and finally a black Coyote holding a stick of dynamite in its mouth.
Away from Alex leaning on a wall of the museum near the back stood a male coyote standing six foot one in height while having an even spread of muscle all over his body covered with black fur, red eyes with gold specks in them, a kind of short snout, pointed ears, and a scar across his right cheek wearing a red jacket with black T-shirt underneath. Black combat boots, and red fingerless gloves. In his left ear was a piercing with a bomb on it.
He was currently tossing and catching what looked like a detonator as a red visor popped down over his eyes similar to Alex's.
"Ready when you are twinkle toes." said the teams demolitions expert Max "Howl" Howler happily.
Standing at the intersection leading up to the museum on the sidewalk stood another figure was another male figure with this one being a black bear standing an intimidating six foot five and possessing a normal military like build. His face was clearly unamused as his crimson eyes seemed to be set in an unsettling glare which was made even more unsettling by the fact he was missing a left tooth and a giant scar going down his left eye with other various scars seen on his exposed fur especially on his knuckles and a dragon tattoo on his right arm.
The giant bear currently wore a black shirt with a red skull on it. He has a dark blue vest with a hood, and on the back with the word "Anarchy" in a blood red color and has black fingerless gloves. Currently he had a black visor over his eyes.
"Ready." spoke the muscle of the team Damien Steim simply.
Lastly in the team van parked about a block away sat inside the remaining members of the team both on computers but while one was watching the museum the other was checking the traffic cams and hacking into the traffic control network.
The one checking the traffic was another male with this one being a silver-grey Egyptian Mau with an even athletic build standing about five foot nine with silvery grey fur with black spots and dark green eyes and was currently wearing a full-body stealth suit, padded gloves, steel tips for his claws, cushioned boots and a utility belt.
"No cops around for about ten blocks so if your gonna move ya better do it now." informed the Tech expert of the group Caillen.
The last member of the group was different from the others of the team as for one they were distinctly female. Said female was a spotted hyena standing barely five foot three and possessing a lean pear like figure with no defined muscles on her person with light brown fur with dark brown spots along her back, arms and legs, silky black hair that reaches her shoulders and piercing red eyes. Her current attire consisted of a plain white blouse paired with an equally simple green pagne and a matching head-tie. Strapped from her right shoulder and hanging on the opposite hip is a brown leather satchel while as for jewelry she wore a simple gold ring on her right ear and a hand-made necklace adorned with various shamanic symbols.
"Your all clear to go on Alex!" said the brains of the team Ndakasharwa Hatendi, or Shona as the team most commonly called her, in her usual carefree manner.
Back to Alex said master thief took out a small device and looked at it wearily.
"So Max... are you absolutely sure this thing won't blow me up and the goods?" asked Alex remembering the last time he used an explosive made by Max that didn't turn out well. He was covered in soot for a week and has fur was singed on his tail.
"Oh ye of little faith Al! It's all good, this bomb is nothing like the last one and I made sure to get out the kinks so we don't botch the job." replied Max.
Alex looked at the bomb for another second before shrugging off his concerns. He had faith in his team to do their parts and do them the best. With one more look at the guards Alex quickly snuck to the stairs and was up them in a matter of seconds making sure to avoid any camera's possible. Eventually he was now standing in front of his main target, the Hope Diamond. Around him were various other precious gems and jewelry in their own cases.
Pulling up his cane Alex uses the sharp tip to cut a hole just large enough to fit the gem through in the glass. Reaching into his thigh pouch he then pulls out a sack and carefully drops the precious gem inside. Looking around at the other cases a grin slowly spreads over Alex's face. In just a few minutes all of the cases had been cleaned of their possessions and in their place sat Alex's patent token.
Walking over to one of the walls Alex slaps the bomb Max had given him onto the wall and backs a few feet away. Then after rethinking it he backs a little bit more away and leans down behind one of the cases before pulling out the detonator. Giving a quick prayer that Max didn't overload the bomb again he pushes the button on the detonator and instantly the wall explodes outwards shaking the entire building.
Meanwhile down below Max takes a step to the side to avoid being pelted by the rubble from above and looks up at the newly made hole above him.
"...okay I may have put a bit too much nitro glycerin in that one. Oh well." said Max with a shrug as he waited for Alex to drop down.
As Alex pulled the bag with the loot over his shoulder something caught the corner of his eye. Turning in that direction Alex saw a security camera trained on him. Deciding to give the cops a little something extra to look at the master thief gives a mock salute and a wink before leaping out of the hole.
Landing beside Max Alex turns to face the demo expert and tosses him the bag which he catches with ease.
"So Max ready for the next step of the plan?" asks Alex with a smirk.
"Oh you have no idea." replied the coyote happily as he brought up the detonator he was tossing around earlier and pressed the trigger. Just a couple of blocks away in a few abandoned buildings a series of bombs went off demolishing the buildings and setting them aflame.
"Nice work you explosive maniac. Now come on and lets get to the rendezvous point. Shona and Caillen should have picked up Damien by now and are already on their way." said Alex as he and Max started running through alleyways that were marked down for them earlier by Caillen.
'Wonder if we'll make the headlines?' though Alex with a hint of amusement.
Next day, Interpol Headquarters
In his office the chief of Interpol, who happened to be a rather large grey elephant, was watching the security footage of the theft just last night. While he looked calm and composed on the outside inside he was raging with fury. It had been some peaceful years since Cooper had apparently retired but it was foolish to think it would last. It seemed as though the raccoon's progeny had finally made his debut and already he was dreading what this would mean.
But this time he had a plan. Something none of his predecessors had ever tried before and hopefully would be just what he needed to catch the Cooper before he became a real problem.
"Sir the inspectors you requested have arrived." said his secretary over the intercom.
"Alright send them in." responded the chief as he awaited the ones he had called for.
A few moments later his door opened to reveal six individuals who now stood in a line in front of his desk.
The first of them was a large six foot tall male mountain guerilla with a muscled physique, black fur and hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses. The unusual thing was that he also wore a blue Suit, white dress shirt, black tie, blue and dress pants which seemed unfit for a field agent like himself.
This was Allister Fisk, one of the most dedicated Inspector's he had ever had on his force and a damn fine leader.
Standing next to him was a sight even the chief himself found a hard time resisting. Next to Fisk stood a rather tall and skinny female white Bengal tiger at six foot one, with white fur, green eyes, black hair with some blue highlights in a short rasysa. She wore a blue karate outfit with some gold flowers on the right of the uniform, a black belt, brown wooden sandals.
She was Wu Mei, and infiltration specialist who had brought down quite a few lecherous crime bosses with her looks and seduction skills alone.
The next down the line was actually an unusual duo who actually were never far from each-other and came as a packaged deal. They were a large pit-bull standing six foot four and is the picture of a perfect brute with a slab brick for a jaw and tightened lips in the formation of a deadly scowl with his spiteful eyes following up on that look. He could probably pass off as the criminal Mugshot if it wasn't for the dark fur encircling and encompassing all of his body except for the puffy white strands and open snowy spots that he has connected on his chest, underbelly and underarms all the way down to his palms. Also, he is extremely menacing as he towers over others at an incredibly ominous height and possesses a rather bulky masculine figure like that of a heavyweight boxer with gargantuan sized knuckles. On his ear and nostril were two holes where former piercing's sat. He currently wore an enormous pitch black Sherlock coat and a blue knitted scarf that Money bought him. He has dark leather gloves for his hands and black slacks with the appropriate crocodile shoes for his attire with his white undershirt reading 'Born Fighter'. For accessories all he had was a cane fit for his size.
This man's name was Miguel Negra Modelo, or Mig's for short as he preferred.
Hanging off of Mig's arm was a complete opposite if the chief had ever saw one. For one Mig's companion was definitely female and only stood five foot five. She was a sheer white french poodle all around with double coated fur and big bouncy poofs of circular sheep like wool clumps around her wrists, rear, chest, head, ankles and even on her ears. She's had a cute bunny like tail shaped like a long strand of cotton candy or wisp of cloudy formations. She also a bit of a shapely womanly figure and is a bit on the small side with a typically rather skinny hourglass frame. She wore a pink cowl neck sweater and a white long sleeve double breasted belted coat. That and she has black leggings with brown leather boots and gloves pulling up her puffy french poodle fur to make it look like part of the design. Her only accessory seemed to be the visible ear-piercings on her lengthy ears.
Her name was Monique W. Bordeaux, but she preferred to be called either Monica or Money and was Mig's wife.
These two were the best interegators he had ever seen. Apart they were decent but together they could crack any criminal.
Next to the rather odd couple stood a silver vixen at five foot eight. She had upper-mid back length black hair in a military bun, a large jagged scar under the right eye, and amber eyes with a pair of dog-tags displayed proudly on her chest.
This was Dawn Kitsune, an expert marksmen that the chief would bet money on to hit any target asked of her.
The last of the group was a male wolf with light gray fur and steel blue eyes and has black tips on the end of his ears and a straight grey tail. He stood five foot eleven with a lean body type and was wearing his usual yellow button down shirt with black pants and sunglasses.
His name was Rocko Warner and the chief disliked him greatly. For one he was a criminal who was given a pardon as long as he worked for Interpol. He was a real genius despite all of his flaws and was an invaluable member of the force.
"Do you know why I called you all here?" asked the Chief. After receiving some negative answers the Chief continued on, "I called you all here because of this." he says before turning his computer screen towards them to show them the footage of Alex's latest heist and stopping it at the point where Alex was giving the camera his wink and mock salute.
Fisk and Wu glared at the criminal coldly and wanted nothing more than to throw the arrogant snot behind bar's. Dawn kept her usual stoic expression and was just wondering why the chief was showing them this. Rocko had a smirk on his face from the way Alex was basically mocking the law with his little goodbye stunt. Mig's studied Alex and from the video alone found the thief to be quite carefree and playful despite stealing priceless items. Monica was staring at the screen with an innocent frown but inside she was taking in Alex's actions and had already decided he was just another thief doing what scum like him do, maybe this guy could get her bleeding heart husband to actually loose his cool.
"As you can see another Cooper has taken up the mantle and so it is our duty to bring him in. For decades the name Cooper has been a thorn in the side of every law enforcement agency across the globe and I will be damned if this one gets away as well!" called out the Chief while slamming his fist on his desk to emphasize his point.
"So why did you ask for all of us sir?" asked Fisk while the others were wondering the same thing.
"Cause I'm going to do something no other in my position has ever done. Since Cooper no doubt has a team of low life's backing him up I want to make a team of my own. You six will be tasked with apprehending Cooper and any associate's of him. I don't care what you have to do to get the job done but I want Cooper behind bar's immediately!" declared the Chief as he leveled a hard gaze on his subordinates.
After a few moments of thinking to themselves the Inspector's looked to each-other and nodded almost simultaneously.
"We'll take the case sir." answered Fisk proudly bringing a smile to the Chiefs face.
"Good. Fisk you are in charge of this team. Sources say this new Cooper has been spotted making his way to somewhere in the Savannah. Why or where exactly I am not sure but a contact of ours there will have more information for you when you arrive. Good hunting Inspectors." said Chief with a small salute that was mirrored by the others save for Rocko whose salute was half assed and mocking.
"Lets hope you got what it takes." muttered the Chief to himself as the team left his office.
Sorry this chapter took so long but I've been going through a lot of shit and its been difficult to find time to write. Review and/or PM me!