Ch20: Defending an Enemy
After I managed to make it back to Dimitri's (and getting an entirely new outfit that was waaaayy too gaudy to mention in detail here) I took my position by the front entrance to the facility to meet any kind of Klaww gang members that wished to have any violent tendencies. "You sure these cats are gonna show?" I asked Dimitri, hoping he'd at least appreciate me trying to talk like him. "These 'cats' are more crooked than I by far, cat," he frowned, referring to me by what animal I was instead of what I called the Klaww gang-ers. 'Well played, lizard... well played indeed...'
"I don't really see the point in comin' here, eh?" asked the gruff voice of Jean Bison from outside. "I told you already, Bison," said the female voice of the group. 'Crap balls... not the Contessa...' I thought. "If Dimitri has already had the city consume the spice, all we need now are to deliver his parts to Arpeggio. Besides, he's using them for fake money, something that is oh so stupid."
It was then that they entered through the door, all of them spotting me immediately. I immediately noticed the lack of a machine, so Arpeggio must not have chosen to come here. There was ONE however that I DID NOT expect to see among the group, especially in front of the Contessa. Neyla. 'Oh bull shit!' I immediately thought in my head when SHE walked in. I grimaced, hoping Dimitri's choice of... 'attire' on me would prevent her from seeing my identity.
"Who the hell are you?" Neyla asked. 'WHEW! Close one!' I thought. "The name's Z," I frowned, surprised how unoriginal I sounded. "I'm Dimitri's new hired help... wanna talk to him? Gotta get through me."
The first of the five to start yapping wasn't Neyla, who I expected to say something first. 'Man am I lucky I didn't utter a word in the cop station!' It was actually Rajan that spoke first. "You really believe that you can take on the Klaww Gang? All of us?" When he asked this, I smirked from underneath the tacky sunglasses. "Got a problem with that? Don't worry. I won't hesitate to... lay down the smack..." I said.
That was when Jean guffawed loudly. "Alrighty then... what say we all take ya on at once, eh?" he asked. "No matter, Jean Bison," I smirked, pronouncing it so it sounded like a bison wearing jeans, which angered him. "I'll do away with you all in just under five seconds. Hm? No need to be arachnaphobic?" I gleamed, pointing eyes at the Contessa. She growled at this. "Aww? What's the matter Neyla and Rajan? Cat got your tongues?"
That was the boiling point for ALL of them. The Contessa, Rajan, Neyla, AND Jean Bison immediately rushed me. I jumped high up above and watched as they all collided with one another. After they became dazed, I immediately executed the time stopper technique. Everyone was frozen as I took a spool of spider silk from the Contessa's butt and wrapped it around them all using my own specialized 'silent obliteration.' When the time stopped, everyone in the room was surprised to see the Fiendish Five members and Neyla all wrapped up in a sticky ball of spider silk.
"What the hell?!" Rajan growled, moving his foot to no avail. "Horse shit! Who the hell is this lil' lass?! How can she do this, eh?!" Jean groaned, trying to move about. It only moved the ball slightly. "Who are you?! Answer me right now god dammit!" Neyla snarled, trying to reach her whip. She failed miserably. "You reeally wanna know, kitty?" I gleamed, placing my cane on the spider silk.
Upon seeing said cane, Neyla immediately recognized it. As a matter of fact, the design alone made the Contessa and Dimitri realize what it was. "The name is Sylvia Martin. And I'll be seeing you out say... now?" I smiled as two bull flashlight guards burst through the doors, just as surprised as everyone else. "And trust me guys. When you see what I have in store for your gang, you're gonna wish you left those parts alone. Trust me on that."
"What in the blue cheese dressing was that wicked coolness?!" Dimitri exclaimed after the realization finally sunk in. "Oh? You mean how I handed all their asses to them within three seconds, or how I happen to have a cane designed like the Cooper clan?" I asked. "Well... uh... both!" "I'll tell you, but you need to do something for me in the meantime," I smirked, knowing that now that my cover was blown, I had to make him trust me in a different way. "I know you have other visions in life other than being a counterfeit artist. What about that little diver dream you always had?"
Dimitri's eyes went wide at that, which creeped me out a bit since his eyes were all baggy. "H-How do you know that's my dream, man?" he gasped. "I'll tell you what, Dimitri," I smirked. "If you let us Coopers have your money plates and you promise to stay on the 'down low' I'll make arrangements for us to find your grand pappy's diving gear. Oh, and don't ask how I know about THAT. I have my ways..."
"You tellin' me truthfulness? You sayin' you help me get my dream gig if I help your lot out now? How later will it be until I get my gear?" "I'm telling the truth, we will help you out, and I'm sorry, but you may have to wait until this business with the Klaww gang is all said and done with. We cool, bro?" Dimitri thought about it for a bit and then, suddenly, his smile came. "You bros got yourselves a deal!" he exclaimed happily.