The Assignment.
Chapter one: An Old Face.
" Sly, you comb that side of the square." ordered Carmelita.
" Okay dear"
" Cooper, its inspector when on the job." snapped Carmelita.
Sly knew immediately where he was. The Cooper gangs old hideout in Paris.
Ever since he had to feigned amnesia he had been doing well as a constable, but he was missing the old life.
As Carmelita darted off to find some felony going on, Sly thought lets see if Bentley's still around. it took the ex- thief seconds to get up to the front door and knock.
"Who is it?" a faint voice came through the door.
" The law," a smirk spreading across Slys face " I have a warrant to search your premises"
As the wheel bound turtle opened the door with a worried look upon his face, Sly said " hi, old buddy"
"Sly! Is that really you?" Bentley looked as if he would stand up and hug him, if he could.
After a brief catch up, Bentley gave Sly a mission.
" I was thinking of getting the gang back together. To do this they need to know where to go and when, and since I lost contact with them its up to you"
" Sorry to rain on your parade pal but I haven't got contact either, being an officer of the law an' all." said Sly knowing the ingenious turtle would have something tucked under his sleeve.
" Well, I found out that your girl friend over there is going to check up on the old members of the Cooper gang." stated the turtle adjusting his glasses.
" And me being her partner will go with her." pondered Sly, " Though how will I know when they've gotta get where they're going"
" I have manufactured these cards they have the address written on and will bleep one week before I want them to arrive." While saying this Bentley handed Sly enough cards to get the whole gang ticked off the check list.
After a few more minutes of small talk they got round to Slys heirlooms.
" Are you keeping my cane and thievius raccoonus safe"
" Now what kind of friend would I be if -" but Bentley got cut off as Carmelita landed on the roof opposite.
" Cooper, what are you doing?" she shrieked her trade mark anger surfacing.
Sly being as sly as he is thought time to play around again.
" Asking this citizen if he has seen anything or one suspicious.!" he shouted back.
" You moron, he is the criminal." screamed the inspector.
" Time to go pal." Sly whispered to his long time friend. And as Bentley wheeled off and Sly made false shots at him the events were in motion.
Sorry its rather short. I hope the next chapters longer.