The whole city of Paris was in havoc. Two policeofficers had been kidnapped in front of Paris whole Policeforce. And they had to be saved. Policeofficers were searching at every hideout in town, arresting anyone who could ever had anything to do with criminals. And to find the well known criminal Mugshot, that couldn't possibly be that hard?
Mugshot had been known to quarrel with the Coopergang, and since their popularity amongst the young criminals had grown, Mugshot and his brutes had had to keep an low profile. This was the first sighting of him for months.
As the rain poured down from a dark and ominous sky, Bentley crept in the shadows along an backalley in the lower parts of Montmartre. Well, as good as you can creep in an wheelchair,
but at least he made an effort. As the rain found it's way down his shirt, he thought about how it had come to this. And being the planner he was, he calculated what do next. They had to follow the plan.
"-The Plan. The Plan is, to disappear. They had been sitting by the old kitchentable at Bentleys hideout at the time. Bentley and Sly. It had been so long since they've met then. -But you know that it's impossible to really disappear Sly. Thieves have been trying to do it for years. They steal alot of money, gets tired of the chase, and try to hide. But somone always find them. How do you propose we "disappear"?
-We become a myth..."
A myth. A myth! That was Sly's plan. Crazy as always. But the more Bentley had thought about it, it could work. The Gang didn't disappear from the planet, just from peoples minds. They had to become something unreal, something untouchable.
And now, the ball was in motion...