Criminals In Waiting-A EEE AU

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Mango's POV

6:53 PM

I stared out of my office window, looking at all of the buildings, particularly one. Of course, the Auction Institute has been one of the most famous places for robbery. But, for most criminals, they get caught and/or don't ever go there after they steal ever again. The Institute was lit up with their spotlights, plus the lights and sounds of the sirens.

The wall TV was playing the news from the Institute. The object who owned it was speaking like a damsel in distress, nearly on the verge of tears. One of my best detectives, Smartie, was questioning her, taking notes on his notepad.

"So, in summary," he said, looking up from his notes, "your 'Daring Red Herring' was stolen around 6:45 PM?" "Yes!" the Institute's owner said. "That was sent specifically from King Fisher in the UK!" Smartie made another note. "And, your security guard says that he found a small bomb that made one of your other security guards pass out, is that true?" The owner nodded. "He also would've nearly passed out from the red smoke in the room if I didn't pull him out!" Smartie nodded. "Alright. We'll try to investigate this further. Your information has and always will help us. If you have any other information, just come to our office."

Click!

I shut the TV off. I stood up, and left my office. I probably just need a fresh coffee, or something. I headed to the front door, going to the Barstucks café down the street. They're always open, and me and a few of my friends like to go there, whether just for a meetup, or a case isn't going well.

Apparently, all of them had the same idea.

Broomer, SharkBearBerry (or SBB), Chalky, English Muffin, Clay (also my Assistant Detective), and Latte were all gathered around a table, drinking cups of their choice. "Mango!" Smartie said. "Didn't expect for you to be here so late." "That's what I thought as well." I said, sitting beside English Muffin. "How come you guys are here already?" "Maybe we just wanted to get a coffee?" English Muffin asked me. "We got your favorite, though." He slid a fresh coffee towards me. "Liberca." I asked, taking the coffee cup. "You know me too well." The smell was just how I liked it. I took a sip.

We all started to chat, the usual. Past cases, people we put in the slammer, etcetera, etcetera. Until the topic settled on...them.

The Feather Girls.

"Honestly, I just don't understand why they're so good." Clay said. "It's like they're just–I don't know, better than us?" "You know that we've been keeping track of them for a very long time, Clay." Broomer told them. "It's them who've gone for a life of crime, not us." "We'll probably get them into prison by next week, from how they're going." I replied. "They're getting more wild with their antics. Showing themselves out to the open. I even heard the electronics store say that they had their earpieces and microphones stolen." "They're getting smarter." SBB remarked. "Maybe, back at the office, we should think about ways to capture them?" Latte asked the group. "Tomorrow, maybe." Smartie said, as a now sleeping Chalky started to snore.

"Very well, then." I replied.