Now usually she'd get pretty mad at the mere sight of me, considering out past, but since I was reaching for something in a place where men usually shouldn't touch, you'd get the idea. I could practically see the fire in her eyes as she pulled out her shock pistol and pointed it straight at me, and more specifically, my face. "Oooooh you damned Cooper! You're not gonna get away for this!" she yelled at me while I tried to pull an innocent look.

Now you see this is usually the part where I'd flee and get away by the fur on my back, but there was a sound that stopped both me and the Inspector in out tracks.

"Ngh... Ow..." There was the sound of an injured person emanating from where the cane was, but it wasn't a grown adult's voice, no. It was more like a kid's voice than anything, and lo behold, when Carmelita and I turned to see what was going on, we saw what presumed to be a 10 year old fox boy there within the shattered glass in pain as some of the glass had cut him and shards sticking into him since it seemed like he was the one who broke it by falling onto it. But something was wrong. There wasn't any smash in the ceiling glass, there wasn't an opening in it either, and he couldn't have gotten up there any other way to fall on top of the casing now could he? So how did this happen?

Putting that aside, it was lucky enough for me that Carmelita was distracted by the new guest and how he was in pain so I took this as my opportunity to split out of here. I sprinted to the Air Duct as fast as possible without making a sound so then hopefully I wasn't noticed. But Carmelita being Carmelita found out I was gone straight away and fired her shock pistol at me, I was just quick enough to barely dodge the shot as it was close to hitting me but instead hit the wall. I then made my way into the Air Duct between shots and managed to sneak in just before she fired another round in my direction, this time it hitting the roof of the air duct and missing me, so I thought now was a good enough time to make my way to the exit as fast as possible while Bentley talked to me VIA the Binocucom's speaker.

"Sly! What's going on?! The alarm's are going off like crazy!"

"Yeah... about that. It seems like some kid popped out of no-where and crashed the party. Or should I say, crashed the casing."

"Well that is a strange phenomenon. But you gotta get out of there fast! Head to the right hand side of the Museum, me and Murray are parked in the alley."

"Roger that."

*Carmelita's POV*

"Drat, I missed! Attention all officers! We must pursue that ringtail and make sure he doesn't get away! He's in the air vents!" I yelled at my incompetent task force before one of them was brave enough to even talk back to me.

"But inspector. What should we do about the kid? He seems wounded and it looks like he needs attention fast." The guard on my left said. He had a good point. As much as I would really love to take care of that damned cooper for being enough of a hot-shot to even try and reach for my chest, I have to attend to more important matters. This kid was wounded and I needed to get at least some suspect to understand what was going on, for all I know the Cooper Gang could be allowing kids to join their little band of thieves! But that's too crazy, so I needed to interrogate this kid for all the information he had. Once he was healed first.

"Ugh! Alright. You go on ahead with the other troops. I'll take the kid back to headquarters for interrogation. It's only a few cuts so I can patch him up with a few bandages and a bit of disinfectant from the car's first aid kit, then ask him questions later, though I'll need a few cookies for that." I said as the guard nodded and rand off to where the others were headed. I knew they weren't competent enough to catch that Cooper but I at least needed someone looking for him while I took care of the only suspect/culprit I could catch, besides, the boy's wounds could get infected if I don't tend to them soon and then he might get sick.

Though the nerve of that raccoon for trying to grab something from my chest... I SWEAR! The next time I see his smug, idiotic, over-confident face I am going to SHOOT HIS STUPID RACCOON HEAD AND ARREST HIM RIGHT THERE! But I'm getting ahead of my self, that wasn't important as of now, I can take care of that later. But for now...

I walked over to the smashed casing and took a look at the kid in front of me as I needed all the information I could get. Nothing special for heists, no stealth clothing, no weapons, no tools, just a Fox kid with a blue shirt with a police badge print on one side and a mask print on the other side that looked like it was drawn on with markers, black shorts, some sneakers and a yellow collar around his neck. So it was just an ordinary kid that happened to fall conveniently on top of the case? Strange. Not even the roof was tampered with so I was confused as to how he did this.

"Hey Kid. Can you get up? You're coming with me." I said without getting a response form the boy afterwards, so i gave him a poke and slight shove with my foot but nothing happened. "Figures, he's out cold." Why did this have to happen now of all times? I was so close to getting Sly! But getting back to the task at hand, I had to pick the boy up and carry him in my arms so I could take him to the car while a few of his cuts bled and I had a slight bit of red on my hand fur. And to top it all off he had a firm grip on the cane from the museum so I had to take that along as... 'evidence'.

Once I reached the vehicle I looked around for the First Aid Kit and grabbed; a pair of tweezers, some bandages, some cloth and some disinfectant for the cuts and glass shards the boy had on his body. While I was working on fixing up the boy's body I couldn't help but take a look at his collar tag to see if there was a name or number I could use for information, which lead to me only finding it being scratched up. No first name, no last name, no nothing. Just a scratch on the tag which was practically useless unless I had it closely looked at and perhaps someone else can find out what his name is. I sighed before giving up on any more information and finished cleaning up Raphael's body, then buckling up the boy for the road trip to Interpol HQ.

*Time skip to when they're at the HQ*

After we arrived I took the boy to my office and placed him down on a chair, though I did hand cuff him to the chair it was only for safety measures and to make sure he didn't run away straight away. And while I waited for him to wake up I decided to grab a few cookies and placed them onto a plate as a way of getting the kid to speak if he refused to, kids these days couldn't get enough of their sweets so this was bound to work one way or another, then again I could try other methods of getting it out of him but I'd most likely be not allowed to do so. So I waited, and waited, and waited. And eventually the fox boy managed to wake up with a shock as he looked around rather confused by looking around the office first and staring at me before finally looking down to see he was handcuffed to the chair.

"W-where am I? Who are you? Why am I here? Who am I?" Raphael asked as he looked around the place rather startled and scared at the fact he suddenly woke up to be in a police inspector's office, but what struck me as the most odd thing was that he asked who he was! Someone pay this amateur, his performance was quite convincing.

"Alright boy, enough games. Why were you in the museum and trying to steal an artifact on display? Or do I have to contact your parents?" I asked, though casual I was also quite firm with him and I could see it was working as the young fox boy seemed startled enough from what I was saying.

"What are you talking about lady?" he asked.

"Are you honestly telling me that you don't remember what happened back there?"

"What happened back where? I can't remember a thing." he said looking even more confused and a bit in pain, it looked like the fox was trying his hardest to remember even the tiniest strand of memory from his brain and was hurting himself from thinking too hard. Poor thing was in pain and confusion, not to mention it looked like he might start loosing it and start to tear up.

"You don't remember anything?..." Usually I'd not fall for anything like this, but since he hurt himself badly and it looked like he had a hard hit on the casing, not to mention his voice and looks made him look genuinely confused, I had a feeling, a slight feeling that I hated to admit which told me he was telling the truth. Ugh! Great! So we have a kid with no memories what-so-ever and no lead on Sly. But... I couldn't leave the poor boy alone. He was confused and looked a little scared, he did just wake up in a strange place without any memories which would lead to questions and slight fear on what was going on. But how could I comfort him? How... How?!

Eventually I found a way that I could calm him down, and, although I regret doing this, it would allow me to keep a close eye on him until we got a lead on who he was an where he came from. So when I spoke again, I took a deep breath and finally said it. "Your name is umm... Raphael. Raphael Fox. And I'm your... mother."

This seemed to calm down the boy as he looked like he stopped thinking and took this information as the only memory he has and registered it into his head. "My... mother?"