Monte Carlo Capers - Deric Storm

~~Monte Carlo~~ "‘Freeze' means ‘stop or I will shoot your ass!!'" Deric Storm yelled as he and Jean-Paul Olivier, a local ACME agent were in foot pursuit of a suspect who had attempted to steal a replica of the Guttenberg Bible. Actually, it was more like Deric was in foot pursuit. Jean-Paul had told him that his left knee was his "trick knee." ‘It sure picked a helluva time to go abracadabra,' Deric thought as he pursued the suspect. It was a merry chase, going through alleys and onto President J.F. Kennedy Avenue. The suspect shoved a young man to the ground and stole his motorcycle. ‘Oh crap,' Deric thought as he reached for his sidearm, a modified 9mm semiautomatic, ‘there is no way in hell he's just leaving like that.' Coming to a stop next to the assault civilian, Deric fired three rounds at the rear tire of the motorcycle. Unbelievably, one of the shots ruptured the front tire, causing the suspect to careen into an oncoming car, leading to a five car pile-up, and into the window of a restaurant. Deric closed his eyes and sighed in frustration as he ran towards the restaurant. "Great googly-moogly..." Deric swore as he saw the wreckage. Luckily, the suspect was only knocked out with some minor cuts and bruises. Snapping the cuffs on the suspect, Deric sat in a nearby seat. As he sat, his communicator went off. "Storm," Deric spoke into the device. "Deric, it's Jean-Paul. What's your situation?" crackled the French-accented voice of Deric's partner. "I'm in a restaurant on Kennedy, just look for the carnage." Deric responded before cutting off his communicator. Looking up, he saw a group of patrons and staff staring at him. Brushing some glass and debris off of a menu, Deric looked at a waiter, flashed his badge and said "ACME Detectives. Could I have a glass of water, please?" A few minutes later, Jean-Paul arrived at the wreck outside of the restaurant. The owners of the cars were arguing with the police, probably over who was going to pay for the damage to their automobiles. He spied Deric sitting at a table near what used to be the front window of an Italian restaurant, drinking a bottle of water. As Jean-Paul approached, Deric threw a water bottle at him for him to drink. "I believe the phrase you Americans use is ‘Nice Shootin, Tex.'" Jean-Paul joked before taking a sip. Looking around, he surmised the aftermath of another case that was probably going to raise ACME's insurance premiums. This made the last three. "Let me guess: you shot out the front tire of this motorbike and it went to hell from there." Deric tapped the tip of his nose with his index finger. "Well, I may be many things, JP," Deric stood up and placed some currency on the table before walking through the broken window, "but I am never boring..."