Hello everyone, D-XtremeVengance here. Basically this is the first (or rather the prologue) to The Aftermath which I was in the middle of writing on DeviantART but gave up so I'm writing it on here with a different storyline and it isn't written like a script. It takes place about 6 months after Sly 3 so Sly has an apartment in the same building as Carmelita who is sharing hers with her friend and partner at Interpol. When an old enemy appears along with the creator of it then well, Sly and Carm must come to terms with the past and the new criminals (including Sly's older sister)
I own nothing, not even the seat I'm sitting on... wait a minute-
The night was calm enough for one where a certain vixen was pursuing a well known criminal who had just escaped prison. She sighed and pressed her back against a nearby wall, the cold stung her slightly as her body was filled with adrenaline. She took one last breath before ducking out past the wall, bullets pierced the air above and all around her, she could hear him cursing at her for dodging the bullets. Her feet stopped just behind a broken down car, her breathing was erratic before she stood and fired off in rapid succession but to no avail. The wind changed direction as the Inspector cursed in Latin, she hated when criminals got away. The sound of cars being smashed told her that the criminal she was chasing had moved on through the junkyard, just before she kept on moving she caught sight of the glint from the familiar sword before it had her pinned to the bonnet of the car. Red eyes scanned her, the first time this happened she struggled but then she remembered who was pinning her, the double raccoon tail was swinging so elegantly before the person froze and disappeared into the shadows.
Carmelita shook her head and heard the crash of metal against metal further on into the junkyard, yet again she let out a sigh… the shadow of her partner was on top of a pile of old tires, both shock pistols drawn and aiming downward. At the sound of a gun discharging Carmelita ran towards her partner, she couldn't tell who had shot, her partner or the criminal. She skidded to a halt when the sight of her partner in the death grip of the criminal's hands hit her, the Inspector raised her shock pistol and aimed for the criminal's head before firing. It stunned him long enough for her partner to get out of his grip and deliver a round-house kick to the head sending him backwards into a trash compactor. The light from a helicopter above lit up the area, Carmelita's partner, the well-known Kiera Lesaine, was busy collecting the items she had discarded during her battle with the criminal. When she stood back up she walked over to Carmelita, a bruise was starting to form in the patch of nothing from her torn jacket's left shoulder.
"Do you want to do the honour or shall I?" Kiera asked, she was swinging her handcuffs around her index finger like cops did on those cheesy cop shows.
"You can, I have to call Sly… I'm sure he'll be dying to know we just caught Muggshot…. again."
Kiera chuckled and started to walk off just as Carmelita pulled out her mobile but she called back, "Hey Carm?"
Carmelita put a hand over the receiver by force of habit seeing as though she hadn't even dialed, "Yeah."
"He still doesn't remember does he?"
"No, but bringing in the rest of the escaped Fiendish Five is the best way we can help him."
"True."
Carmelita went back to her mobile and called Sly to tell him that Muggshot had been caught, whereas Kiera started to make her way over to the trash compactor but stopped halfway. Kiera's hand went absently to the patch of nothing on her jacket and ripped the sleeve off. The wind stung the tattoo she had there, the memories of that lab flooded her mind as she touched the numbers and letter, 'X-30', she growled lightly before focusing on the task at hand. Kiera finished walking over to where Muggshot was laying in the trash compactor, he seemed dazed but she knew from experience that when he was dazed it didn't last too long. Her legs bent as she kneeled down, pulling her badge out at the same time. There was a cocky smile on her lips that she rarely ever had before she threw a rock down into the trash compactor to wake Muggshot up out of his daze. He sat up quickly and looked for his guns but Kiera was ahead of him and expertly pulled one of his guns out from behind her and twirled it around her fingers.
"Muggshot, you're under arrest… again."
"I don't understand why ya gotta go and catch me each time, ain't I enough trouble in jail?"
"You are but I have a right to my job and that's catching criminals and putting them in jail."
Muggshot laughed, "That's rich comin' from the Dept. Chief who can't even catch Talon Draconic."
Kiera growled, no-one mention her criminal with such disgust, "He beat you up pretty good, now come on and be a good boy and you'll get a lollypop when we're done."
Carmelita put a hand down on Kiera's shoulder, "Is he going to come nicely or do we have to tie him up?"
"I'd prefer putting a bullet in his skull."
Carmelita suddenly went cold hearing her, she turned and saw her: the double tail, the spilt left ear, the sword in her hand and the dagger on her arm. Carmelita could feel her sight burrowing into her, "Astaraa."
"Well it's no surprise that you know my name, after all I am the most wanted assassin," There was no emotion in her voice.
"That's not how I know you."
Astaraa stopped her tails moving and tilted her head as though she was remembering something, "Oh right," She brought her head back and looked directly at Carmelita, "How's my little brother?"
"Sly's fine."
"Maybe I should change that," Astaraa twirled her sword before planting the sharpened tip into the ground, that blade is not of this world Carmelita thought.
"He's not on your list."
"No but Muggshot is," Before Carmelita had enough time to even process that sentence Astaraa had jumped into the trash compactor and driven her blade through Muggshot's heart, "Requiem in pacem."
Carmelita and Kiera both drew their shock pistols and pointed them at the assassin, both females calling out at the same time, "Freeze!"
Astaraa's steady, unemotional chuckle made both of them reconsider, "Would you really shoot me? You who cannot even come to terms with your own feelings," Kiera lowered her shock pistol with her jaw agape, "And you who can't even bring herself to lay a hand on me for the inner struggle would take control and rip you apart."
She still hadn't faced them but Carmelita fell backwards into a sitting position as Astaraa jumped out, her clothes stained with blood just like her blade. The assassin didn't even give them a second glance before the helicopter that had been scouting the area lowered a rope and she latched on. Just as the helicopter flew off Kiera got up and looked at Muggshot's dead body before cursing so loudly that it broke Carmelita out of her thought pattern, she stood and joined her partner at the edge of the trash compactor. Kiera's green eyes shining just like her jet black hair, the full moon beaming down now that the clouds had parted, a wolf out during the moon how ironic Carmelita thought before allowing her gaze to fall upon Muggshot. Now what the heck were they going to do? They planned to question him and get the location of the rest of the Fiendish Five then hunt them down, sometimes Carmelita could've sworn that raccoon was just trying to stop her.
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