Chapter 2
It was a bright sunny morning. The leaves on the tress gleamed bright and green in all their photosynthesizing glory. The yellow sand lay on the beach, slight waves breaking on the shore. A large mountain stood in the center of this small island. All around were evidences of destruction, and various rusting machinery, with plants growing over them. This was the island that had the laboratory fortress of the notorious Dr. M, before his untimely death. Lying on the heated sand was a figure clad in the standard navy blue Interpol officer's uniform. His clothes were tattered and frayed, and his face was down in the sand. The figure lifted its head revealing itself to be the infamous Master Thief, Sly Cooper.
Sly picked up his tattered body and limped away, leaning on his right leg. He dragged his left leg behind him in a limp. His left arm hung like that of a scarecrow's. His shoulder was bloody, and the bone could be seen piercing through the layers of his skin. He dragged himself to the entrance of a cave. Inside the cave was empty, but standing outside the entrance were a staff with a hook like end, a red bag, and a belt with the familiar Cooper family emblem on it. Sly picked up his cane and smiled. Now, to get off this god-forsaken island, and find a hospital. His shoulder was starting to hurt.
(Paris, France)
Carmelita sat her desk reading over an old file. It was in a faded manila folder. The print on the tab could barely be read. The name read Cooper, Sylvester James Andrew. It was the file of the infamous Sly Cooper. On the inside was a torn and fading picture of Sly in a typical grin carrying some unknown treasure over his shoulder in a sack. It was the only real clear photo of his face Interpol had at the time of the creation of his file. Behind it was a stack of more photos containing various pictures of when Sly had left "souvenirs," from their "times" together. Behind those was the thickest stack of papers that had ever been crammed into a single file. Containing as much, (or little) information that Interpol could gather on the heists of the Cooper Gang. At the very back of the folder was a black sheet of paper. It was written on with white ink. Carmelita chuckled slightly. Cop's life was always black and white. The cops the white, the bad guys the black. But a black paper with white ink? The irony of the reversed roles was somewhat funny. The paper was short, and was quick to the point.
"The Interpol Head Commission Hereby Excuses Sylvester James Andrew Cooper, More Commonly Known As "Sly Cooper," And Any And All Of His Associates From Any And All Crimes, Thefts, Break-Ins, Assaults, Loitering's, All Behaviors Deemed "Inappropriate" By The Proper Committees And All Such Acts Of Any Sort That Cross With The Law. Due To Helpful Actions Towards The General Public And Its Well Being While Acted As Constable Of Interpol Partnered To Carmelita Montoya Fox, Official Inspector Of Interpol.
Signed,
The 13 Interpol Head Commissioners"
As Carmelita finished reading a small tear ran down her face. Sly was excused form any and all actions outside of the law, and his gang were off scot-free. Although, if he committed any more actions in the future, action would be taken under a different case file. Carmelita couldn't help but weep with joy at the fact that Cooper was off free. Carmelita had never had a chance to finish her statement on the docks, and the rain had hidden her tears. No one knew how she truly felt, she wasn't even sure if her feelings were her own. Although, with Cooper gone form the crime, there wasn't much left in her job. Regular criminals that actually got caught. Criminals that didn't get amnesia, join your job as your partner after you brain washed them, then break your heart by falling into an endless abyss of black water. But such was life, for Carmelita at least. Carmelita stood up, stretched, and put the file back in the cabinet. Carmelita smiled as she walked away, but failed to notice something at the back of the drawer in which she threw the folder. In place of two files were two small pieces of blue paper resembling a certain raccoon shaped emblem…
