Geronimo Stilton: INTERPOL-The Beginning

An Uneasy Feeling...

A/N: Well, this is my first multi-crossover fanfic of Geronimo Stilton, NCIS, Star Wars, and Grand Theft Auto. Hope u guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Shah Alam, Malaysia
Thursday, August 13, 2013
10.11 a.m. (UTC +8.00)

I was walking down the street of the neighborhood of a luxurious residential area in the fine morning after a nice long stroll at the local park. The warm sun fed nutrients to the plants as it shone bright across the city of Shah Alam of which I live in, the birds were chirping cheerful melodies in their nests on trees, the air smelt fresh and clean, and everyone I came across smiled at me as we crossed paths.

As I wended my way under a big tree near the sidewalk, my best friend and neighbor, named Firas, called me on my cell. The iPhone was ringing and vibrating in my pocket, so I picked it up. Without making it leave my pocket.

I held a finger on my right temple to answer. "Yeah, bud?" I answered. "Yeah, I will be coming to your place. We're playing GTA 4 today, right? Nice, okay, ciao. I'll see ya in a couple of minutes." I removed the finger to hang up.

This is me. Danial Arif is the name, I'm 13 years old, Malaysian, a multi-billionaire video games developer, iOS software designer at Apple Inc., and philanthropist. All the assets I had were earned by myself after selling millions of copies of my first person shooter game, Fields Of Battle 2: Modern Warfare, and some were inherited to me from the blood, sweat and tears of my father. He was a weapons scientist, creating a smart bullet that will explode near its target if it misses. He died in a car explosion along with my mother and dear sister back in 2011, when the 2011 Los Angeles Weapons Expo was taking place.

I was 5 feet 2 inches tall, had black hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, and I was undergoing some teenage blues as the result of experiencing puberty. Yeah, my voice had been breaking, an Adam's apple was growing on my throat, and zits were surprisingly absent on my face. Strange.

How did I answer the phone without touching it? Don't tell this to other people, my life will be endangered because implanted in my brain is an experimental microchip, created by a British-born Caltech scientists who's name I will not reveal in these early chapters. It allows me to control any form of electronics remotely weather it's near or far, read the thoughts of people, make and answer incoming calls via a smartphone, and a very special power I will also not reveal in early chapters. It could also make me fight when I needed to, make me a very smart kid, and I sometimes misuse it. But I don't use my abilities in public. It was hunted by a man, but the professor won't tell me who.

I reached my house two minutes later, a luxurious estate with a mansion and a garden. The mansion was big as any other mansion, had 8 bedrooms, and all the essentials a mansion should have. But that's only what the topside looks like. Under it is an underground level with multiple rooms, every room for a different occasion. It's where I store my father's inherited weapons, develop my video games, and it has a shooting range which I haven't used in a long time. No one can access those parts but me. Besides that, there's an underground garage the style of a showroom, but I don't keep cars in there. All of my 500+ supercar collection were stored in a storage garage also built underground, it had the area of a soccer field and it was ten stories deep.

As I was saying, I was crossing the street to the house of my friend who lived opposite of my estate. I didn't really need to look left and right because the road was empty! Public holidays are usually when the residents of the neighborhood rest and relax from the pressure of working.

I came to the doorstep of Firas's home after entering the gates, and gave a ring at the doorbell. His parents were actually out of town for business, so he should be the one answering.