Carmen Sandiego Oneshots

CarmIvy: Lap Pillow at Ten

LUCID

noun expressed clearly; easy to understand

(Oxford)

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CARMEN'S POV, 10 P.M. IN SINGAPORE, 10 A.M. IN ONTARIO

Being Carmen Sandiego, you can't be afraid to make a move. You have to be brave. Be on guard, even in your sleep. Disguise yourself in public. Don't fully trust anyone, and keep secrets secrets.

"Carm, Zack boiled ice cream again," Ivy looks at me from the kitchen, her tone implying that she's absolutely pissed off.

I look up from my phone at Zack, wrapped in my blankets. Zack's trying to wrestle his sister but obviously she wins the battle, and before they evolve into a cat and mouse fight, I intervene, "Whoa you two, don't hurt each other now," Zack lets out a sigh, and Ivy gives him a proud smirk in return, and I look back at my phone screen, burying further into the blankets, feeling my warm breath warming the fabric, it a layer protecting me from the cold air-conditioner air. I put my hand on my long, let-down auburn hair, staring at the white hat icon on the bright screen.

"Hey, Red," Player's voice comes through the comms.

"Hit me, Player."

"So I've intel that V.I.L.E's planning to remove the statue of Sir Stamford Raffles from the North Bank of Singapore,"

"Yeah?"

"As Singapore was a popular trading port due to its strategic location and natural harbour, the British wanted to tap into Singapore's revenue to break the Dutch monopoly of maritime trade  Sir Stamford Raffles was the one who founded Singapore, and signed the 1819 Treaty [the Johor-Riau Treaty] with Tengku Hussein and the Temmengong that gave the British rights to establish a trading port at the southern part of Singapore Island. And as tribute to Raffles, they made a statue with a plaque with a message to him and located it at the place where he landed in Singapore,"

I sigh. If the statue were to be stolen, a huge part of Singapore's history would be as good as gone. I remove the sheet from my body, getting off the bed, moving out to face Zack, Ivy and Shadowsan, "We're going to the North Bank of Singapore," and tell Player through the earrings, "Book a cab, Player, we're on our way out."

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NORTH BANK OF SINGAPORE, 9.00 P.M.

I hide around a wall, peeking at the figure creeping towards the statue, multicoloured lights shining over it.

Le Chevre.

The goat rests his hand on the statue, feigning interest in it. He turns around a few times, as if looking for someone, and I move to hide behind the wall, hoping he won't notice me, and he turns his head back to face the statue, hands behind his back, and I tiptoe over to him, silent as the night, watching as he pulls out what seems to be a pocket-sized chainsaw that can become bigger, made by Doctor Bellum, I suppose.

"Fancy seeing a goat by the river tonight,"

Le Chevre turns towards me, and I flinch at his bitter tone, "Carmen Sandiego," Don't be scared, I will myself, show him what Carmen Sandiego can do.

I give him a roundhouse kick in his face, grinning innocently as he clutched his right cheek in agony, "You didn't protect the face!"

Then the whole thing simulates my training sessions at Red Base in San Diego, California-- kick, punch, tackle, duck, punch, jump up, wrestle, kick, roundhouse kick. Many people are screaming their lungs out and running away for their lives, and Le Chevre, tries to make an escape with the loot by climbing onto the statue, mini chainsaw in hand, but I tackle him, pin him down but he smirks and gives me a kick in the stomach that sends me flying to the railing, crying in pain, one shove away from falling into the river (and the problem is, I can't swim, someone help me), from sinking into the water, from saying goodbye to being Carmen Sandiego.