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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 31, 2016 18:21:58 GMT
The delivery of proof was, uncouth, in some way of putting. Chat had unwound Sunshine's hair and just disappeared faster than anyone could say "Scaredy Cat". Both cops glared up at the rafters, trying to pinpoint the location when something fell at the floor. The first to notice was Shadow, who leafed through the handwritten notes.
"Addresses?"
"We can't possibly visit every single house," Sunshine declared. "At least they're all in one section of town."
"True, but it makes me question the methods." These were all rich folks. Rich people with money. Money to buy lawyers to defend shady claims. He looked up at the ceiling. "You have our attention, Chat!" He called up to the ceiling. "Which name are we supposed to investigate?"
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Post by skyeknight on Aug 31, 2016 18:35:06 GMT
Chat watched them for a moment, hanging on a high beam. At least they hadn't started shooting. Some cops were shoot first, questions later. With Sunshine's partner, Chat had to be fast, he had to be quick because Shadow was faster still. He had to use every precious second he had before the broody officer gave the chase. Talk about a buzz kill. Chat still hadn't stopped pouting.
"The Siren's Tear belonged to Henry and Skye Lancaster. They're on page 34." he said, as a target, not one of the people the director sold to. "Wouldn't hurt to check the Director's bank account either and I mean the account he has routed overseas. Guess he forgot to file that one when he was doing his taxes. Routing number is on the front page."
His tone was dripping with sarcasm. The three of them could probably all tell the director had done no such thing. The director thought he was clever, thought himself above the law because of his prestige. What he hadn't counted on was a rich young adult with money to spare and time to kill who doubled as a vigilante. He folded his arms across his chest. He was a thief who stole from other thieves. This museum director had used and abused his power and wealth to take advantage of those who were down on their luck.
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 31, 2016 23:16:47 GMT
"And how did you get the routing number?" Now Sunshine was asking questions. Nobody just knew a routing number. It had to have been given, or if Chat was good, stolen. She even snapped a picture of the book as Shadow was flipping to the directed page number; for resources, one of getting the number of there was a mistake, second for studying the handwriting to uncover his identity. What he was doing was against the law - stealing, breaking and entering, hacking a rich person's account - even if he was trying to do the right thing.
Shadow, meanwhile, had located the Lancaster number. He dialed it, listened for the tone, and was greeted by a male voice. "Yes, is this Henry Lancaster? This is Detective Shadow Griffiths from the Bellerouge Police Department...no, you're fine. I'm calling because I have some questions about...all right, sir, calm down...yes, if is the Siren's Tear." The pause, and story on Shadow's end, lasted a long time. A few minutes later, the black hedgehog looked back up at the rafters. To say a cat burglar was making off with an heirloom wasn't quite right. "It's not that simple, sir. Rest assured, the Siren's Tear will be returned if things go right. I'll be in touch." And he hung up.
"Okay, what took so long?" Sunshine asked.
"Chat was partially right and the museum was partially right," he answered. "The Lancasters has fished it from the Irish coast, literally from saving a Siren, but to avoid boring you I'll keep to the topic." He crossed his arms. "The family came here to Bellerouge. The jewel did go missing some time ago, they assumed demons from the Black War wanted it. The last they heard, the museum curator had it."
"...and was displaying their history" Sunshine made a face. "Did he say how much the jewel cost?"
"I'm no expert, neither is the family, but...maybe a quarter of the Hope Diamond is my estimate."
Sunshine let a low whistle. 125 million dollars. No wonder this thing was fought after.
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 1, 2016 19:21:29 GMT
Chat chuckled. She really didn't want to know how he got the number. It would get him in trouble since it wasn't legal. Neither was stealing a precious artifact who was counting. Chat leaned his head on the palm of his hand and watched them. He kicked his feet a little, swaying in his spot. He made a face. Of course the guy had to actually call the family. That was only going to make returning the Siren's Tear harder for him. Oh well, Chat enjoyed a challenge.
"Are you worried, my lady? I was careful about how I did it," he teased. "No one even saw me."
He wrinkled his nose when Shadow said he was wrong. He wasn't. Not in all of the cases. There was corrupt business in this museum. The director stole or bought cheap and sold high. He was a swindler. Corrupt and callous. Unfeeling to the people around. He would step on people if he had to. One or two curators had been fired because they 'learned too much' or had been paid off so they wouldn't talk.
"Well the Siren's Tear isn't his." Chat said. "So I'm taking it back."
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 1, 2016 22:41:43 GMT
Shadow gave a scoff of indignant refusal. It didn't matter how he got the jewel or whatever. He was an arrogant young man who had no idea how difficult it all was. That and his constant nicknames to Sunshine was beginning to rub him the wrong way. "It's not that simple," he crossed his arms with a scowl. "We also have to talk to the museum's DA about accessing the bank account."
"If what you say is true," Sunshine chimed in, ignoring Chat's flirtation, "you can return the jewel." She flung her hair forward, this time swiping the jewel into her tresses. "Until then, Chat Noir," she his name condescendingly as she tugged it down, lwe're holding onto this. How would you prefer to rendezvous when we get everything finalized?"
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 2, 2016 19:30:33 GMT
Chat was slightly annoyed she kept taking his jewel pouch from him. He remained casual despite that. She wasn't really even supposed to know where he was. His claws clicked against the rafter he was sitting on. Well, this was turning out to be a bust. He felt like it was Sunshine's partner that brought down the mood. He was too protective of the long haired blonde. It left Chat wondering if he was stepping on some toes by flirting with Sunshine.
"Aw, are you planning our next date already?" he asked. "I'll have to remember to bring flowers."
He smirked a little. Normally that made the shy girls blush. Sunshine was a hard read. She was easy without her partner but once he got there, she tried to be as tough as he was. It didn't suit her, not in Chat's opinion. She would probably take just fine to him as Adrien, not as Chat Noir.
"Don't you worry about finding me. I'll find you," Chat said. With that he stood, and bowed. "My lady."
He leapt even higher into the rafters and out the window, disappearing into the night before the police could search for him.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 2, 2016 23:51:16 GMT
Chat promised to find them. Now, when they would get back to the field and run into him again would be difficult. He talked to them with his nails clicking, as if counting the seconds until he wanted to get the pounce on them. Quicker than he said his promise, he had disappeared into the darkness.
"Reliable or not," Shadow was glaring up at the place where Chat had been. He had been tricky to read, almost too much like real life cats, "we have a lead."
Sunshine twirled the satchel with a confident chuckle. "And here you thought I was still a rookie."
"You handled it well." And Shadow was't talking about avoiding the flirtations. "I'll talk to HR about investigating the addresses Chat wrote down and see if this bank account story is true." It wouldn't be the first time someone seen as good in the city was relieved to be a cop out of a con artist reaping benefits from the lower class.
This made the two wonder, where the next rendezvous point would be. ((End thread))
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