Well, first things first. This idea came to me so randomly. After I kinda read about the ending of Sly Cooper 3 Honor Among Thieves, and I heard about Sly suposedly 'giving up' being a thief to be with Carmelita, (Which I don't think was his best bet, so I'm just gonna pretend like it never happened.) I thought, "What if Carmelita changed sides to be a thief?" and so thus this fanfic was born!
An electric bullet exploded at the racoons feet. Just inches from his tailbone.
He jerked away from the blast, and turned to look at the cop who had just shot at him.
She didn't look very happy with him. Not happy at all. Nowhere near.
In fact, she was enraged.
"I'll get you, Cooper! I will!" she yelled.
Sly shot Carmelita a smile, and dashed around the corner and through the safehouse door.
Into pitch black.
"Sly? Sly, is that you?" Bentkey's voice came from the other end of the room.
"Yeah, it's me. Why is it so dark in here?" Sly asked, shifting the weight of the bag on his shoulder, and setting it onto the ground.
"I think Miss Fox shot out the power box," Bentley said.
"Well, I suppose that figures. She was shooting everywhere, as long as I had touched it," Sly smiled, and Bentley sighed, knowing he gotten a kick out of it.
"Well... I'm not sure what we can do about it. Not with Inspector Fox out there, mad as a rampaging bull," Bentley told Sly.
"That's fine, we can live one night in the dark. But, where's Murray?" Sly asked, looking around, even though he couldn't see anything.
Then something huge fell. "...Right here!" Murray said.
"Did you just fall off the ladder, Murray?" Bentley asked.
"Yup," Murray replied.
"Why was he on a ladder?" Sly asked, slowly walking forward.
"The curcuit breaker is up on the highest point of the wall," Bentley said, sounding annoyed by that fact.
'Whoever designed this place obviously thought everybody could fly!" Sly joked.
"I supose... But next time, don't make Carmelita so mad she goes trigger happy," Bentley said.
"Hey, I didn't make her go trigger happy! When it comes to me she always goes trigger happy," Sly said, remembering the last time Carmelita had almost shot him.
"Okay, then don't go near our curcuit breaker next time," Bentley said.
"How was I suposed to know what a curcuit breaker looked like?" Sly laughed.
"Looks like, Sly," Murray tried correcting Sly, not seeing what Sly thought had become of the curcuit breaker.
"Looked. If Carmelita shot it, it's a pile of melted goo now," Sly couldn't hold back a laugh as he said that, finding that thought extremly funny.
"Not funny, Sly," Bentley warned the racoon. "Without the curcuit breaker, we have no power, and no way to plan heists. We need to fix it. We need to get rid of Carmelita first, though,"
"Well, the only way to avert her, is to use me as bait," Sly sugested, thinking that idea to be quite nice.
"No, Sly. She'll just melt something else," Bentley said.
"Then what can we do about her?" Murray asked.
"Hmmm... I think I may have an idea! What if I lured Carmelita away with my bombs?" Bentley said.
"That might work... But you might not beable to reach where the bomb landed in time to throw another," Sly proposed a very good point; Bentley wasn't the fastest of turtles.
"That's where I'll need you. If I can cling to your back, you can carry me from rooftop to rooftop, so that Carmelita won't give up on what it was, and return to the safehouse so soon," Bentley explained.
"And what will you need me to do?" Murray asked, still underneath the fallen ladder, but nobody but himself knew that.
"You're going to stay here. If we loose Carmelita, you'll tell us where she is," Bentley told the hippo, though he really didn't know if he was talking in the right direction.
"How will I do that?" Murray inquired.
"By taking a post on one of the taller bulidings around here, just look for Carmelita if I tell you we've lost her," Bentley replied.
"Sounds like a plan. But what are we gonna do to fix the curcuit breaker? That plan will only get rid of Carmelita," Sly pointed out.
"Good point..." Bentley trailed off, realizing that he had missed a detail.
"I think we could buy one..." Bentley began.
"Broke, remember?" Sly said.
"Then you'll just have to do what you do best; steal," Bentley said.
"I'm on it! I'll go out the back door, just tell me where to go," Sly said.
From there, things began to get weird.
