Yo guys, it's me again. I know, "What in the world are you doing back?" Well, I thought that my stuff was no good and was just a waste of information on the web. Even if that is true I'm going to keep writing. It's what I do. It's all I do. Wow, now it sounds like I have no life. Wait I don't. Oh well. I still love typing. Well hope you enjoy. First up my first time, first up my second time.
Messing With Carmelita
"Shell Brain to Sitting Duck, come in Sitting Duck," Bentley called over the radio, "Do you copy."
"Sly's here, what you want Bentley?"
"Come on, Sitting Duck use the code names. We don't want anyone to know it's us talking. The cops might be scanning the radio frequencies. This is a very illegal job where pulling. It's not like we're stealing the crown jewels, or Air Force One. Compared to what we're doing, those jobs were a cake walk."
"I just wanted to take it for a spin," he explained, "and the jewels, I returned them. I just wanted to see if I could do it."
"Yes, but this is Carmelita's badge and shock pistol. It's… its suicide. I can't imagine how much stress your feeling right now. Her house has to be like an impenetrable fortress of death."
"You told me she lives in a condo Bird Brain," replied Sly.
"Yes, but she probably has laser grids, spot lights, defense drones, motion sensitive lasers, and a huge vicious guard dog with dripping fangs and rabies!" he warned.
"I didn't know her mother visiting?"
"Sly be serious. Her home is deemed the most improbable place to rob and get away on Thieves Net."
"You know me, always up for a challenge."
"But this Sly. This is insanity."
"Sorry Bentley, you're krrrzz breaking up. We're going through a tunnel."
"You're in a plane." he argued.
Sly turned the radio off.
"How we doing Murray?" asked Sly.
"We'll be in sight of the target in a few moments Sly," Murray answered, "Personally 'The Murray' thinks that stealing from your girlfriend is a bad idea."
"Yeah, but it'll be fun," Sly told him.
"Did you eat dumb flakes for breakfast or something? Even I 'The Murray" is afraid of her. She could like use some sort of secret cop move to tie up into a pretzel, if you try to rob her."
"Just remember the rendezvous point." He reminded him
With that Sly opened the planes emergency exit, and jumped out. Murray turned Air Force One around and disappeared in to a huge cloud. Sly let himself fall for a few seconds before using his paraglide. Slowly, he circled the block until he was able to recognize Carmelita's building. Once spotted it, he made a beeline for the roof.
Once on he located the ventilation shaft. Silently he removed the cover and squeezed through the opening. He made his way through the maze, until he found another vent opening. Carefully he opened the vent. He was in her bedroom. It was lit with a single lamp on her nightstand.
It looked like more like a crime lab. Pictures of 'Carmelita's Most Wanted' hung on her wall above her bed, with Sly Cooper at the top. A large map of the world on another, it was covered with push pins and strings. A key in the corner of the map showed that the black string and pushpins represented the movement and heists of the Cooper Gang. There were more black strings than any other. The dress that she wore when they shared a dance, while they stole the Clockwork wings was in a plastic evidence bag on a table covered in other bags.
He slowly opened the bedroom door wide enough to look into the other room. It was dark, just how he likes it. He now opened it wide enough for him to slip into the next room. The little light that came in through the window was enough for him to see that she wasn't hiding anywhere. He crossed the room to another door.
It stood ajar. Suspiciously he used a mirror he brought to see into the room. He was kind of disappointed that there was nothing there. It was just a regular hall. He was hoping Bentley might have been right. The hall had two doors on each side. He noticed light coming from underneath each door. His hopes were restored he might have to steal the badge with her here. This was going to be twice the fun.
He opened the first door on the right. It was another bedroom. No one was in it. He entered the room it looked like a guess bedroom. It was unlikely that she would leave her two most prized possessions in here, but it didn't mean that any of her guests might have left some coins. He on to ransack the room careful not to leave anything to showing he was in there. He couldn't find a thing.
Disappointed he left the room and went into the one across from the hall. It was extinction to her crime lab. This one though was totally devoted to the Cooper Gang. Luckily for him on a desk covered with picture s of him and his gang robbing was her shock pistol. He grabbed it victoriously. He then picked up a picture of him being chased by Carmelita.
"At least they caught my good side," he thought.
He now had to find her badge. Knowing her she had it on her. It makes it only more fun. The more he thought about it the happier he was.
Two doors down two to go. He had to hurry. Things might get sticky if he doesn't. He reached the end of the hall. He slid the mirror halfway under the door on the left. It was a personal library. Carmelita was inside reading. The badge was sticking out of her pocket. The chair was positioned so that if anyone tried to come through the door or window she would see it. He tried to use his mirror to see if there was another way in. Unfortunately he couldn't.
He turned on his radio, "Come in Bentley. Sly calling Bentley, come in Bentley."
"Sitting duck this isn't a good time," he whispered over the radio.
"I know, but is there another way into the far northeast room?" Sly asked.
"Give me a minute," he replied, "Alright, according to these blue prints there isn't. Carmelita's in there?"
"Unfortunately she is."
"You could try to lure her out, and steal it when she comes out."
"No I've got a better idea," he said happily.
He burst through the door, running at full speed.
"Cooper?" she asked surprised.
As he ran pat her he swiped the badge. He jumped out of the open window on to the balcony on the other side on the street. Quickly he ran up the fire escape. He was already across the roof of the other building before Carmelita had realized what had happened. With fury in her eyes she chased after him. She saw her beloved shock pistol in his other hand, which only charged her rage even more.
Sly was sliding down a series of clothes lines. Three floors down Sly could hear Carmelita growls of anger. He jumped into an alleyway and grabbed a rain drain.
"That was your plan," Bentley whispered franticly.
"Not my best one, but it worked."
Sly saw Carmelita jump off the roof of the building. She grabbed the clothes line and stopped herself.
"You're not getting away. I'm going to arrest you tonight if it's the last thing I do," she threatened.
He rapidly climbed the drain with Carmelita closely behind him. He reached the rooftop. He ran across the roof as fast as he could with Inspector Fox behind him. He used an awning to bounce up to the next roof. He sharply turned to the left and jumped off the building. He used another paraglide. He was halfway across the street when Carmelita had jumped off the building too, and grabbed him by his ankle. The sudden change of weight threw them off course. She clambered up his leg and grabbed her badge. Sly tried to correct their flight, but it was useless. They landed in the street. Sly escaped Carmelita's grip. He climbed up another building, headed toward the rendezvous.
Carmelita was about to continue her pursuit when she heard a vehicle coming. She stood in the middle of the street with badge in hand. The vehicle came around a turn. At the sight of Carmelita slammed on the brakes.
She rushed to the window flung open the door and said, "Interpol, I'm commandeering your car."
He scrambled across to the other side jumped out of the rolled down window, when the door didn't open immediately, and ran far, far away. Apparently he was scared of her. Most likely he was a crook. She would figure out what she could bust him for later, this Rob Burgal according to the name on the insurance card in the glove compartment. She pulled out a flashing blue light and placed it on top of the car. She continued to chase down Sly Cooper.
The thief was continuing to run down across the roofs parallel to the street they had landed on. Cooper had to be losing his knack for escaping her. He made a sharp left, Carmelita followed.
"Inspector Fox, do you copy?" asked a voice over the radio.
"Inspector Fox here," she replied.
"Sly Cooper's…" he started.
"I'm already in pursuit," she informed him.
She threw the radio into the passenger seat. She knew that this would be the night that he would be arrested.
The Death of Sly Cooper
Sly continued to weave a path for Carmelita to follow. He enjoys playing 'Chase the Thief' it was the best thing to do to bond with his trigger happy girlfriend. He always won she was usually a sore loser about it. Though when she's shouting at him is when she looks the most beautiful.
"Ringtail stop now," she shouted.
"Her beauty shines again," he laughed, "Hey, Carmelita aren't you getting tired of playing cat and mouse?"
"This game ends tonight ringtail," she called, "You're going downtown, and I'm going to enjoy slamming your cell door thief."
"Can't we sit down for a cup of coffee and talk?" he asked rhetorically, "I'll buy."
Carmelita laughed amused at the notion, "Don't you mean you'll steal."
"You know me so well Miss Fox. It still is Miss, right?"
"It's Officer Fox to you Cooper, and no. Now stop," she ordered, "You're only making matters worse for yourself."
He started to run the other way. Carmelita slammed on the brakes, and turned the wheel as hard as she could. Unstopped she continued her pursuit.
"Well it's according to your point of view. The longer I run the more time I get to spend with you, but I am happy you haven't settled down with a respectful member of society. It means that you still have a thing for your one true thief."
"Yeah, an arrest warrant with your name on it, and if I had my shock pistol I'd have a shot for you," she yelled out of the car window.
"Sitting Duck its Shell Brain come in," Bentley whispered, "How you holding up?"
"Fine Bentley, just a little midnight stroll across the rooftops. You know a little bit of relaxation. How about you Bentley?"
"Come on you didn't use the codenames at the museum. Would it kill you to use the codenames now? The cops are surly scanning the radio frequencies now."
"Fine, Shell Head how are you. Keeping out of trouble?"
"Yeah, Sitting Duck smooth sailings here," Bentley updated, "Has Carmelita made the call yet?"
"I don't think so, but after what I'm about to do she will," assured Sly.
Sly, still running forward, turned around and shot her shock pistol, making sure not to hit her.
"Assaulting an officer, you've done it now Cooper. I'll make sure that you never see the light of day again," Carmelita growled. She picked up her radio and called, "This is Officer Fox requesting backup. I am currently in pursuit of the thief Sly Cooper. He is on rooftops on West Hall Street. I am requesting helicopter, assistance and all patrol cars."
In a patrol car across town already in route to another location heard her call, "I'm not sure we should go," said one of the officers.
"Do you really want to refuse a request from her, especially when she is chasing Sly Cooper? Man, she would kill anyone that got in her way."
"I've heard the rumors too, but you can't believe everything you hear."
"I've seen her beat eight guys that said that Sly wasn't that big of a deal, and she should give the case to someone else to focus on the bigger fish. One of them is still in a full body cast."
"You mean Frank and them. I thought they were like that from a drug bust gone wrong."
"Nah. That was there cover story. No one would take them seriously if any knew that a single trigger happy officer destroyed them like that."
"Let's get to West Hall Street," he said turning the patrol car around.
"You're as good as caught now Thief," she called out her window.
"Until the cuffs are around my wrists, let's talk."
"Don't worry we'll have plenty of time to talk in my interrogation room. So let's wait."
"Come on, I was going to compliment you on how neat you keep your house. Though I wish you would keep some change between the couch cushions. A thief could get bored in your house."
A helicopter came into view now. They shined its spotlight on him. Over a megaphone a cop shouted, "Halt, Cooper you can't escape."
"If I wouldn't stop for Officer Fox why do you think I'll stop for assorted meat heads like you?" Sly responded.
"You're only making it worse for yourself," the officer told him as the patrol cars joined the chase.
"I've already told him that stuff you unimaginative slackers," Carmelita roared over the radio. "Now hurry up and do your job."
The meat head armed his rifle, and fired at him. Sly was able to dodge most of the shots. A few luck bullets caught him in the arm or leg.
He was running out of roof. He had to do his escape plan perfectly otherwise there was a good chance of him dying. He reached the end of the buildings. He jumped, but the other side was too far, and there was a river beneath. He threw a smoke screen up.
The patrol cars screeched to a stop. They heard a loud splash. In the river was a quickly sinking figure. Carmelita nervously stepped out of her commandeered car. She couldn't believe it. Sly was gone. Her constant and obsessed hunting had killed him. She had always thought that the day she stopped Sly Cooper would be one of the happiest days of her life, but it wasn't supposes to end like this. She felt more grief than any one being had ever felt before. She fell to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
Her crying was abruptly interrupted by a loud clank. To her side was her shock pistol. She looked up on the bottom of the helicopter was Sly Cooper giving her a devious smile.
The remorse she felt was smothered by the furry she now felt. How could she have been so stupid, of course he wouldn't jump to his death? The rat had just jumped ships.
"Pilot, Cooper is on the bottom of your copper," she informed him.
"He is. Thank goodness. I was afraid he might of missed or somthin'." The pilot responded.
"Who is this? Pilot I demand you land," she ordered.
"Sorry 'The Murray' doesn't take orders from cops, even if they can tie me into knots."
"Open fire on the copter," ordered Carmelita.
"But Officer Fox We might hurt the pilot," argued one of the officers.
"The Cooper Gang is flying it. Now shoot."
All the police officers started shooting at it.
"Murray get us out of here," Sly yelled.
"Gottcha."
"Sly grab my hand, if you want to live," Bentley said.
Sly grabbed the small turtles hand and hoisted himself up. The helicopter rose quickly into the air and off to the east.
Murray was wearing a police uniform that stretched tightly across his gut. Bentley wore his usual attire.
"Why didn't you disguise yourself like Murray?" asked Sly.
"I didn't need to. I was shoved into a compartment."
"Why did you drop the shock pistol when you did?" inquired Bentley.
"She looked so miserable, thinking she killed me. I decided that she didn't need to suffer."
"That was very nice of you," Murray said letting go of the controls.
"MURRAY!!!" Sly and Bentley yelled as it was heading toward a church. He grabbed the controls and pulled up harshly. "Sorry guys."
"It's alright just keep your eyes on the sky," said Sly.
Back on the ground Carmelita cursed angrily at herself and her fellow officers. One, either really brave or really stupid ran up with a radio. "It's for you madam," he said nervously.
"Officer Fox here."
"What in blue blazes do you think you were doing? We almost had Sly's accomplices. That call earlier was about that. The two apparently pulled their own job. They hacked into a computer at one of Raja's spice stores in town. We are unsure what they wanted."
Carmelita desperately searched her mind for an excuse, "Sir, I was aware of their actions, and while on route I spotted Sly Cooper. I thought he was headed there for assistance for his accomplices. So I decided to pursue him hoping to cut the head off the snake, and use him as bait for the others," she lied.
There was a moment of silence and the voice said, "Your attentions were good and well thought out, so no disciplinary actions will be taken. I do want you though to call the U.S. government and tell them Air Force One is parked in the police's helipad."
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