The First Story
"… we were both new to the force, and I was at the bank, right in front of you. We literally ran into each other as I was leaving, and you were going in."
Carmelita continued. "But the first time professionally was when the cases we were assigned to crossed. You were assigned to keep tabs on an entity known as Clockwerk. He'd led a group known as the Fiendish Five, who killed the parents of my assigned case, a thief from a line of thieves."
"Anyhow, Clockwerk was determined to destroy this young thief, who was a raccoon and looked a lot like you. The young thief was determined to retrieve his family's legacy- a book."
"Did the raccoon succeed?" Asked Sly. His mug was nearly empty, and he was starting to look a bit sleepy.
"Yes."
"Did you catch him?"
Carmelita looked ashamed. "No. I promised to give him 10 seconds to run, and I did."
"Why are you ashamed, Carmelita? You kept your word."
"But I failed in my job."
"Honor is more important- if you show yourself to be dishonorable, then life just isn't as good."
Carmelita looked at him, scanning his face for any glimmer of recognition. Does he realize how ironic that is?But she said, "That's an interesting view on justice, Sly. How did you reach Constable like that?"
"I don't know. Maybe you do." Sly 1, Carmelita 0. I should have seen that coming.
