Sly Cooper
Chapter IIIThe Gang Reborn
Paris
Back ally
5:16am
Friday
Sly toppled out of the dumpster spitting out a banana peel, which had been forced into his mouth when they crashed. Looking up, Sly saw Carmelita beaming over him, garbage still caught in her hair. Her eyes were on fire, and if she grinded her teeth anymore she just might lose them. "COOPER!" She growled.
"Yes..." Sly winced.
"If you ever do anything like that again, I'm going to break more than just your nose," Carmelita hissed.
Sly chuckled, "I did promise to let you do that, didn't I?"
Footsteps started coming from one end of the ally and they were both running again only taking a second to look back. Dozens upon dozens of SWAT teams were pouring down the alley like an angry hive of fire ants. Sly and Carmelita left the ally and started twisting and turning through the streets as fast as their legs could carry them.
Sly leaped over an empty vender calling, "You know, we should really do this more often," to Carmelita. She didn't respond.
Sly and Carm were fast, but only just barely enough to keep ahead. The SWAT was hot on their tails. We Need a miracle Sly said to himself. "Turn right I know a short cut," stated Sly.
Turning a corner they found a low stone bridge built over a road that was completely baron, it stood just tall enough to fit a van under through it (only just), but that didn't matter. What was on the bridge was what stopped Carmelita and Sly dead in their tracks. A SWAT team.
We could jump the bridge, stated a voice in Sly's head, to what end they'll just follow us, combated another.
We could shoot our way out.
Two shock pistols against dozens.
Hide.
Where?
His mind fought itself until he realized, it was hopeless.
"Put your weapons down and your hands on your head!" ordered a voice from the crowd of policemen.
Slowly Sly did as he was told putting his pistol down, Carmelita was about to do the same but before she could-
URRRR
-A roar of an engine went on the road underneath the bridge, a van barrelling down it. Both Sly and Carmelita new it at once, it was the gang's old van with Murry behind the wheel. What they had to do next seemed obvious, jump. Turning they rushed the one side of the bridge just as the van was passing under it.
With a wall of sparks of the van scratching the bridge, Sly and Carmelita smashed into the van grabbing at whatever they could. The back doors of the van flew open and a familiar voice called to them.
"Get in!" shouted Bently.
Nobody had to tell Sly twice but climbing from the roof of a van to the rear end while it was traveling a hundred miles per hour seemed like stupidity. Carmelita decided to go fist letting herself slide and then grabbing onto the edge of the van, pulling herself in Sly could hear her shout, "Your turn Cooper!"
