I don't own Loonatics Unleashed

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An airplane soared over Acmetropolis airport as the passengers filed out of the winged aircraft. Many of the passengers were visiting or were just happy to be back home. One couple, in particular, weren't too happy to have left their homeland for this place. It was different seeing that in this city, the only highest architect was the tower that overlooked all of Acmetropolis. In his point of view, the Eiffel Tower was a lot better than that. The look of displeasure may have been evident upon his face when he noticed a woman walking to his side and gently placing a hand, that beheld an engagement ring, on his arm.

"What is the matter mon chéri?" It was an obvious question, for neither one of them wanted to leave France and come to a place like this. She looked out the window and beheld the same sentiments as her fiancé. Such a gloomy looking place and not too lively as she had hoped it would be.

Because of a little mishap, everything went downhill for him back in France. Perhaps they hadn't been as careful, but the underground fights had been discovered by an unknown source. Pierre Le Pew had wondered how it had happened, because he had been the one who had been extremely cautious about the whole arrangements. Maybe someone had been clever enough to have witnessed either him or Fleur entering the underground fights and they were bold enough to alert the police. After gathering that intel, the only thing that he could do was flee from France, take Fleur with him, and never return. Ever since she had shown up to his soirée four months ago, he hadn't pursued her as his reputation implied. Rather she had been the one pursuing him when she showed up to other soirées that he hosted. He found it odd at first that a woman would pursue, but he didn't mind it. In fact, he believed that he had made the right decision in courting this woman and then being bold enough to ask for her hand in marriage. Was four months too short of a term to ask? Not for him it wasn't and he felt that a woman like her could help him out in the dilemma that they faced.

Upon her question, he looked over at her. "We had to leave France for this," he answered her. "It's like starting at the beginning all over again."

Fleur Pussycat understood what he meant. France had been her home too and it was shocking that they had to flee before the police hunted them down. On the bright side, they were wanted in France not in Acmetropolis. No one knew who they were, their reputation, and they weren't wanted by the police. "Maybe this is a good thing, non?" she said to him. "We could still do what we did back home, maybe a little different."

For her it would be easy. The police had a tough time hunting down La Chatte Cambrioleuse but none of them knew how the police force operated here. "You're going to be a kleptomaniac here as well, chérie?" he asked her.

She rose an eyebrow at his words and beheld a mischievous smile upon her lips. "There's a difference. I don't feel any guilt when I steal. Do you remember that lovely l'hôtesse de l'air and that silk scarf wrapped around that little neck of hers kept?" she saw a look of discomfort cross his face, knowing well that he had been flirting with her when she wasn't there. Of course, there were some habits that didn't go away. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a silk blue scarf, "won't she miss it…but c'est la vie, it is mine now." She emphasized by wrapping the scarf around her neck.

Pierre had always wondered how she could steal and yet, do it so silently. Be that as it may, the irony of that was that they were still caught! He could tell that she was waiting for the right moment to strike one of these fancy jewelry stores, but since they had just arrived, it was better to wait for a little while.

Fleur on the other hand was patient with herself. She knew that just arriving at a new town and then going onto a heist would rise suspicion and that wouldn't be good for either of them. The one thing that crossed her thoughts was, she had a plan what she was going to do, but what about Pierre? She couldn't be the only one doing all the work, even after how much he had done to create those underground fights back in France. "Do you have a plan on what you want to do?" she asked him. "Still want to hold those fights?"

"Oui," he answered her without a second thought. Even though those fights accumulated cash for him, imagine how much he was going to make if he started them in Acmetropolis. He feared that if he was to make contracts and find fighters for the matches, not only would it take a long time but it would also trace his history back to France. "But we have to be smart this time," he said to her, "we can't stay at one place."

She tilted her head to the side, confused. "So, you're suggesting that you have a moving arena? How are you going to do that?"

With today's technology, anything was possible. All it needed was some architecture and a way for this arena to move around so it would be difficult to locate. The beauty of that was that he could find opponents for those matches and fans that were obsessed with wrestling! One positive thing about this whole plan was that he had a hold of the champion that he had with him during those underground fights. "I'll figure something out," he assured her.

Fleur thought deeply about that. She wondered that the person who was willing to build this arena would go along with something like this. However, there was just one thing that always kept a person both happy and quiet, and that was money.

After collecting their items and heading out of the airport, the ride to the hotel was a bit longer than they had expected. Traffic was just as terrible in Acmetropolis as it was in France. Fleur looked outside the window and watched the buildings that passed by them. They looked just the same as the other, but her eyes suddenly caught sight of one that had a sign Crème De La Crème once the car stopped at a red light. She perked up when she saw that sign. Definitely French sounding and she hoped that the owner stood by those words. The outside didn't look dainty and she could tell that the owner was probably struggling to get some customers.

Well, perhaps her and Pierre could help out the owner for a reasonable price.