"You've got... to be kidding me." Sinbad exclaimed via Den Den Mushi. "Look, I'll call you back when I find it." Jackal responded angrily. "Jack... It's literally 24 hours from the heist on Mother... You need to rest. You've been up reading communication logs for last three nights... making sure everything is on track... Your going to waste a nights sleep on a cat that stole your scarf-" Sinbad's argument was cut short by Jackal abruptly hanging up the phone, scanning the streets for this favourite polka dot scarf. It was the first thing he'd bought with money he'd stolen from a rich noble and his friends on Water 7 back in his days as a cabin boy on Gin's ship. There's no way he was going to let the feline swiper get away with the crime. His identity shrouded beneath a brown hooded robe, covering from his feet up to his ears, resembling that of the frequent beggars the paraded the strip.

It'd all happen almost in fast-forward for the Bandit King, first, he'd be by a heckler he'd become chumming with in the Ninth District by the name of Slicks, checking out the latest in fabrics for a new scarf to be tailored for his ascension to Kingpin, as the man was taking measurements, the furry lightning bolt descended from what seemed to be the heavens, snatched the scarf and dashed off with the prize in his mouth. Maybe it was the residue scent of tilapia or the slight odour of sour milk due to the odd drips that remained on the Mink's top lip, that would've been removed on occasion by the fabric but one thing was certain, the Mink wasn't letting it go down in the history books that the Bandit King was bested by... a cat. His search would lead him to the quieter streets of the housing areas in the Ninth District, however, the cat's aura had moved outside the range of his Kenbunshoku Haki.

Jackal's ears twitched, the gentle sounds of a mischievous meow came into his ear's sonar grasp, and his route altered eastern bound in the housing area District of the Ninth. As he'd scuttled through the streets, shifting along and against the mass of bodies that rotated the strip like lifeless zombies, looking for the quickest place to deposit their hard earned cash, as the key to the Ninth District wasn't weapons, or women or drugs, it was consumers. The people were it's product, used as a hub for all of the finest dealers from each District to heckle in more modern conditions, it was the trader's metropolis. Finally, the cat's high rope show had came into his eyes sight. Balanced atop of the gutters thin linear ridges, the cat's eyes made eye contact with the Mink's own, a single glare, was the only starting line pistol the feline needed before sprinting off, and Jackal followed suit along the floor.

First it was a sprint, bending curves, and long treks of straight terrain, Jackal did everything in his arsenal to keep up pace with the pipsqueak who'd been jacking his fashion sense, but turning the bend, just as the Mink was about to lunge towards the ceiling and snatch his scarf, the Bandit King was reminded of the fleeing of hard concrete against his buttocks, as he'd crash into a street side bystander. His hood still covering his face, the Mink rose to his feet, and bowed his head in apology but the gangster wasn't having it, socking Jackal against his jaw. Accompanied by his party of three, the grunts followed suit and attempted to follow through with body blows but Jackal simply side stepped the attacker, this time, having more than enough time to anticipate it coming.

Shifting his body away from the men's punches, making sure to not exude too much energy as to telephone his next position, Jackal allowed the grunts to fall through due to their own weight, as he was in Hot Pursuit on the cat of the hour. The result dirtying up their thousand dollar suits, to which Jackal was now followed by a makeshift mob. "Damn. Where did that cat go now?" Jackal thought.

Shuffling away from the stogies, Jackal made his way down the strip, as he'd watch the black cat hop into the second floor of an upcoming building, which seemed to be a warehouse that was abandoned, judging from the outside - how poorly it was being kept and how rusty the gates surrounding the building had become. Instead entering through the first floor, Jackal used his acrobatics to scale the wall, climbing through the same window the cat entered into, however, by the time Jackal had made in the building, he'd shifted to another room. Activating his Kenbunshoku Haki wider, Jackal would scan the room he was in, and expand it into the next upcoming rooms, as they we're three doors to choose from. The first door to the North had much activity, and the Western Door seemed to be cracked open slightly, but he couldn't sense any signatures of the cats location. Honestly, Jackal just chalked up the activity to a bunch of junkies getting high off their latest score, and shuffled towards the Eastern Room, only to watch the cat scuttle off past his feet, the polka dot scarf in mouth, heading Western Bound.

What unfolded directly in front of him was the sketchiest scene he'd see in awhile, and well, frankly, the weirdest. Within about two inches away from impact on one way train to slam into Jackal, was another Mink, a Platypus Mink. With his instincts on high, Jackal simply shifted out of the Mink's path, allowing him to chase after the cat that'd seem adamant on making a hot escape. Whether the Mink and the Bandit King conversed, or eyes met was completely up to him but the Mink's focus was drawn to the goons in the next room. The old woman seemed to be creeping on the ground, for whatever the reason was screaming at the other three larger Lesser Mink's that accompanied her to chase after the odd Mink. However, they we're a little ways off, and Jackal's quick wit brainstormed one conclusion, he'd close the door they'd be quickly approaching, electrically charging the lock to jam the door with his Electro.

Continuing his pursuit, he'd enter into the next room with the cat, and the Platypus, if they'd still be around, trying to find the cat, who'd still had his scarves but judging by the speed of both beings, they couldn't have gotten to far in the five minute difference between them entering into the next room. Jackal noticed the flooring in the house was quite... outdated, and he'd gingerly take his footsteps cautiously, as he'd traversed the next room. From his hind, the sounds of the gangsters trying to break open the door could've been heard. To which, the Mink simply chuckled at.

Jackal always secretly wanted to be a mighty wall, and today, the Mink doubled as one, watching the Platypus Mink crash right into him, as the Bandit King remained standing like a mighty oak in the forest. However, the Mink didn't stay down long, within one motion he'd dashed towards the cat who'd stolen his scarf, and subdued him in a headlock.

"Shishishi... That scarf the cat's wearing... It's mine." Jackal stated smirking, laughing at the funny exchange of facial expressions between the cat and the Mink. "My next question is extremely rude but are you a duck? Why can you talk-" Jackal's questioning was interrupted by the sound of the goons finally breaking down the ragged door that separated them a single room away from their position. Reaching down into the melee between the cat and the Platypus, he'ed snatch his trademark calico scarf, and wrap around his neck once more, returning it to it's rightful owner.

"I guess in this case I kind of owe you a favor. I've been chasing that cat since noon. You need help taking out the trash?" Jackal inquired pointing over his shoulder to the impending enrage sketchy personages. "I'm also fine with running away if that's more your style... as escaping is certainly my trademark." Jackal concluded.

"Help. I'll see what I can do. I'm not much of a fighter myself." Jackal stated. As the grunts rushed into the room, Jackal didn't even opt to use any of his skills, at this point, that'd be overkill. Shifting towards the lot in nimble progression [4 Speed], the Mink would've taken advantage of his height difference between himself, and the two other remaining grunts slamming his right fist into the men's mid-section, a total of once each, the impact of the strike shattered the men's ribs, causing them to buckle over onto the floor and pass out. Any other remaining attackers would've been disarmed, as even the one man who'd been facing the Platypus Mink would peer over in terror.

"Ah... Did I use too much strength again... I forgot what it's like to scale back now." Jackal thought to himself. The only one left standing in the room was the mobster woman, who'd ordered the cat to be retrieved, Jackal shot the woman a simple wink, and floated to behind the Platypus's position. "Showtime. I'm guessing she's the one who owes for your services. It's your go." Jackal stated shinning his animal like canine teeth, shiny - filled with plaque from the long days at sea and a tad bit of laziness on the Bandit King's part.

Folding his arms, the Jackal Mink would've stay on edge in case anymore surprise attacks would come into play, while the feline that was once in the Platypus's grasps broke free from his grip to rub against Jackal's furry legs.

With everything resolved, "I'm not ever one to turn down free rewards. I'm a Bandit after all. Cash is King. Around these parts they call me - Ears." Jackal stated, digging through his messenger bag for his business card. "I think I'll take the cat back to my ship... Might be able to get rid of any stray mice that are scuttling around." Jackal concluded. Examining the woman closely, she'd notice the tattoo she'd carry on her right shoulder blade.

"Heads up. She seems to be connected to a popular cult on Baltigo... ran by a Kingpin by the name of La Bomba. Stealing from her... is like stealing from them. They're religious zealots but even more so money hungry crazed nuts. Just a word of advice... After this, it'd be best to say low." Jackal stated. Following the Platypus to the safe house, Jackal would've ordered a few of his men in the area to tag along with the transportation of their newly required funds, donated by Jackal's newest acquaintance, Mr. P.