Here's chapter two! I hope you guys like it! It might be one of my longer chapters I've written in the past. Enjoy guys!
Sly slid out the back door, to be greeted by none other than Inspector Fox.
"C-C-Carmelita!" Sly stuttered.
"I'm not here to arrest you, Cooper," Carmelita said, rasing both her hands up like a convict, showing Sly she didn't have her gun.
"Then why are you... here?" Sly asked, taking in the filthy alleyway they were in.
"To... help you... While waiting for you to come back, I couldn't help but notice that I shot out your curcuit breaker..." Carmelita's face began turning red.
"Oh, that! Yeah, don't worry about that. I was just going out to... fix it," Sly said, brushing by Carmelita, running his hand down her arm and winking at her.
"Didn't I just say that I wanted to help you fix it?" Carmelita stopped Sly by grabbing his arm and pulling him around to face her.
"Why would you want to help...me? A thief? Isn't it your life's work to put me behind bars?" Sly asked, shrugging out of her grip.
"Yes..." Carmelita said. "It w... is..."
"Then why am I not in shackles yet? In the slammer?" Sly asked, genuinely confused, not understanding Carmelita's sudden kindness to him.
"I told you! I want to help you fix the curcuit breaker I broke! Even you guys shouldn't have to sit in the dark," Carmelita snapped. "Now follow me! I know where we can get a new one,"
"Well... I was just gonna steal one..." Sly admitted, shrugging and smiling wide.
"Well... Um... If that's what you want to do, Cooper. I can... Cover your back for you if you want me to," Carmelita's words sounded forced out one by one, like a robot processing a document of forgein words.
"Yeah.. Sure... But... Won't Interpol come, and recognize you?" Sly asked, concerned for Carmelita's career.
"I'll just pretend to shoot at you," Carmelita winked at Sly.
"Well... Alright..." Sly was hesitant to agree, but, it would be easier if he had some cover.
"Alright. On three you'll go one way, I'll go another, pretend I've just checked you for any stolen loot, and I'm warning you, then go and steal your part. I'll follow close behind," Carmelita told Sly.
"Got it," Sly replied.
"One... Two... Three!" Carmelita said, and Sly began walking to the right of the alleyway, into the crowed Paris streets.
"Remember! You're just off the hook for now! Next time you make off with something I won't be merciful!" Carmelita yelled, much too loud.
"Got it, Miss Fox!" Sly called back. He slid through the streets, breathing in the cool air in Paris.
He slid through another backalley. I wonder when Carmelita learned to be sneaky... Sly thought. He peered around the corner of a dust covered building, and upon seeing the coast was clear, he dashed into the hardware store.
"Hello, welcomes to Dave's Hardware! How may I help you today?" a leopard man around the age of fifty was at the door, and held it open for Sly.
"Uh... I need a new curcuit breaker... Ours... Burned out..." Sly lied, not wanting to explain for why it was shot and melted.
Alrighty. We do installations you know," the leopard added, showing Sly the way to the right isle. The leoapard man wore kacki overalls with a white shirt underneath, and black military style boots. It didn't match. It looked... Well... Tacky.
"No thank you. My friend knows how to install it. He's good with that kind of thing," Sly told the man.
"Okey dokie, kido," the guy said. He would have been tall, if it weren't for his slouch, which made him not much taller than Sly. His orange fur had faded into a gray-orange tone, and his eyes were squinted together with small glasses perched atop his wrinkled nose. Wrinkles were present at almost any visible point on his face and hands, and it was hard for Sly to see what color the man's eyes were, but after some sdudying, Sly decided that they were a yellow-orange color, the color his fur should have been.
He led Sly down the isles, and they passed the right isle at least five times.
The man began rambling about his kids, and Sly, though not listening would ocationally say "Uh-huh," "Okay," "I see" "Right," or "Interesting," just to spare the guys feelings.
Over the blabbing, Sly heard someone clear their throat behind him.
He glanced over his shoulder to see Carmelita wearing a beige jacket and hat. She glared at him from under the large rim of her hat, as if to say 'Hurry up, Ringtail! Your pals are gonna wonder what's taking you!'
Sly nodded slowly and looked around nobody but him, Carmelita, and the leopard guy were around. Sly suddenly had an idea.
He looked into the guys' back pocket, and saw his wallet. Alright, that'll do... he thought. He carefully slid his left hand over, and slipped the guys' wallet out, shoving it into his pouch.
Sly looked behind him at Carmelita. She nodded.
Sly silently cleared his throat and yelled with fake concern "Sir! Somebody just made off with your wallet! He ran that way!" and pointed the opposite way of the isle Sly needed to get to.
"Who? Wuzzuh? My wallet! Get back 'ere you thief!" the leopard yelled, and ran the way Sly had pointed.
Sly laughed as the guy ran off, he ran funny, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
Carmelita was suddenly next to Sly. "Good work, Ringtail,"
"Thanks. It was easy. The guy wouldn't have noticed if I took off his glasses!" Sly laughed.
"True. Now hurry! Get the part and split!" Carmelita said, and slid down a random isle, pretending to look at lightbulbs and extension cords.
Sly dashed down the right isle, grabbed the curcuit breaker he was looking for, and bolted for the door.
"Where is 'e? Where is 'e!" the leopard guy was still hunting for the fake wallet thief.
Sly smiled, and ran out the door, and the alarm bell rang.
It didn't take Interpol long to get there, due to the police station being only next door to the hardware store.
Police cars, helicopters, men on foot, Interpol had sent in everything.
Carmelita caught up to Sly fast. She yelled his last name followed by varied threats to make it seem as if she was shooting at him, even though she was shooting at her own forces.
This is pretty nice of Carmelita to help me steal something... I've gotta find out why sometime. Sly thought as he ran down the crowded streets of Paris, people running and screaming away from him.
A cop car was hot on Sly's tail, literally. If Sly had slowed down for only a milisecond, he and his tail would have been roadkill.
Sly looked behind him at the cop car, and Carmelita fired afew shots out of her gun at it. A tire blew out, and the car skidded across the road into a fire hydrant.
Carmelita quickly winked at Sly, then yelled "Cooper! Get back here!" to make her forces think that she aimed wrong, and hit the wheel of the cop car.
Sly smiled and winked back. "Not in a million years, princess!" he yelled.
Then Carmelita stopped dead in her tracks.
"SLY! WATCH OUT!" she yelled on the top of her lungs.
But it was already too late.