Fox On The Run
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,520
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Weiss, if I did Schwarz would have gotten more airtime. Make no cash flow.
Fox On The Run
Just a little A/U fun with my favorite boys.
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Brad Crawford sat with his fingers steepled beneath his chin, looking over the top of his glasses at the agent Interpol had sent as a liaison to him and his group. At the moment, his bored expression hiding the workings of an incredibly sharp mind. He was weighing how to best play this to his advantage and wondering what the catch to the whole situation was. He had seen this meeting, of course. But that didn’t mean he could get into the heads of these people to find out what they really wanted from him.
On the surface it seemed a fairly simple task. Use the connections he and his group had to track down an international jewel thief and killer called the Fox. But why, he mused, would an international police force such as Interpol want to work with an obviously criminal organization like Schwarz? Though they had worked in secret for certain governments before this with great success. This was just . . . odd and he didn’t like being in the dark about certain things. Most certainly not when they could pertain to his life as a free man. That was the con side of things.
The pro side was that he would be given leeway to track down one of the most successful thieves in the world, killing seemed to be a side entertainment to the Fox. Crawford had seen a small bit of one of the heists and knew this person had some sort of extra “Talent” to him. Quite probably a strong telepath because the people he robbed never remembered what had happened. Those who were robbed had no video tapes or DVDs of the person even though it was presumed he cased his victims well before the fact. Logically, since the thief kept to wealthy families, it was presumed that he somehow attained access to the mansions well before hand in order to find exactly where money and jewelry was kept. It should be interesting to say the least.
“Agent Morris, I truly fail to see how my partners and I can be of assistance in this matter. You have the whole of an international police force at your disposal. How can we assist in something they are incapable of doing?”
The agent cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable for a moment. “That is true, Mr. Crawford,” he said after a moment’s pause. “However, you and your group have certain . . . connections, shall we say in places Interpol and other police forces are incapable of getting into easily.”
“I see. So we’re the fast track to capturing this person, I suppose.”
“To an extent, Mr. Crawford. The public knows very little of this thief as the families he’s robbed have wanted to keep things quiet.”
Crawford barely contained his derisive snort. “Doubtlessly to keep certain reputations in tact.”
“Natually, all things considered. Taking into account those he’s stolen from or killed,” the agent said with a shrug.
“The dossier did not specify whom he’d victimized,” Crawford said, waiting patiently for the agent to answer him.
“It must have been an oversight,” the agent said nervously.
“Of course it was. Well?”
“The last family he robbed was the Demonsini’s.”
Crawford’s eyebrows shot up with this bit of news. “Gian Carlo Demonsini?”
“No. His son Alessandro. But close enough.”
Crawford’s mouth twitched upward at the corners into a truly frightening smile. “I think we’ll be more than pleased to help you with this case, Agent Morris. Pleased indeed.”
Agent Morris shivered a little at that look before saying, “That will be fine. I’ll have contracts sent to you by the end of the day.”
“That will suffice, Agent Morris,” Crawford said, watching as the other man scrambled to get out the door as quickly as possible. “Oh, and by the way, Agent Morris.”
“Yes?”
“If I were you, I’d break it off with that little blonde you’ve been having an affair with at the office. Her husband has a nasty temper,” Crawford said coolly, watching agent blanch under his tan.
The agent scrambled out the door and left Crawford chuckling after him. This could be amusing, he thought. At very least he wanted to meet the person who’d robbed one of the world’s most violent and dangerous mafia leaders. The thief had to have brass balls the size of grapefruits.
***
Brad Crawford sat with his fingers steepled beneath his chin, looking over the top of his glasses at the agent Interpol had sent as a liaison to him and his group. At the moment, his bored expression hiding the workings of an incredibly sharp mind. He was weighing how to best play this to his advantage and wondering what the catch to the whole situation was. He had seen this meeting, of course. But that didn’t mean he could get into the heads of these people to find out what they really wanted from him.
On the surface it seemed a fairly simple task. Use the connections he and his group had to track down an international jewel thief and killer called the Fox. But why, he mused, would an international police force such as Interpol want to work with an obviously criminal organization like Schwarz? Though they had worked in secret for certain governments before this with great success. This was just . . . odd and he didn’t like being in the dark about certain things. Most certainly not when they could pertain to his life as a free man. That was the con side of things.
The pro side was that he would be given leeway to track down one of the most successful thieves in the world, killing seemed to be a side entertainment to the Fox. Crawford had seen a small bit of one of the heists and knew this person had some sort of extra “Talent” to him. Quite probably a strong telepath because the people he robbed never remembered what had happened. Those who were robbed had no video tapes or DVDs of the person even though it was presumed he cased his victims well before the fact. Logically, since the thief kept to wealthy families, it was presumed that he somehow attained access to the mansions well before hand in order to find exactly where money and jewelry was kept. It should be interesting to say the least.
“Agent Morris, I truly fail to see how my partners and I can be of assistance in this matter. You have the whole of an international police force at your disposal. How can we assist in something they are incapable of doing?”
The agent cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable for a moment. “That is true, Mr. Crawford,” he said after a moment’s pause. “However, you and your group have certain . . . connections, shall we say in places Interpol and other police forces are incapable of getting into easily.”
“I see. So we’re the fast track to capturing this person, I suppose.”
“To an extent, Mr. Crawford. The public knows very little of this thief as the families he’s robbed have wanted to keep things quiet.”
Crawford barely contained his derisive snort. “Doubtlessly to keep certain reputations in tact.”
“Natually, all things considered. Taking into account those he’s stolen from or killed,” the agent said with a shrug.
“The dossier did not specify whom he’d victimized,” Crawford said, waiting patiently for the agent to answer him.
“It must have been an oversight,” the agent said nervously.
“Of course it was. Well?”
“The last family he robbed was the Demonsini’s.”
Crawford’s eyebrows shot up with this bit of news. “Gian Carlo Demonsini?”
“No. His son Alessandro. But close enough.”
Crawford’s mouth twitched upward at the corners into a truly frightening smile. “I think we’ll be more than pleased to help you with this case, Agent Morris. Pleased indeed.”
Agent Morris shivered a little at that look before saying, “That will be fine. I’ll have contracts sent to you by the end of the day.”
“That will suffice, Agent Morris,” Crawford said, watching as the other man scrambled to get out the door as quickly as possible. “Oh, and by the way, Agent Morris.”
“Yes?”
“If I were you, I’d break it off with that little blonde you’ve been having an affair with at the office. Her husband has a nasty temper,” Crawford said coolly, watching agent blanch under his tan.
The agent scrambled out the door and left Crawford chuckling after him. This could be amusing, he thought. At very least he wanted to meet the person who’d robbed one of the world’s most violent and dangerous mafia leaders. The thief had to have brass balls the size of grapefruits.