Is this the end?

by Knighthawk-7724

Sly may reach an unfortunate demise at the fate of cancer an unfortunate illness that has no cure. I want to make it clear that this story is finished but will be continued through the Story containing Ross Cooper, Sly's son.

10. Chapter 10

After returning to Paris I when to the hidout where we were staying for the time. Ross was wanting to play a board game with all of us. He of course wanted to play monopoly the longest board game ever. After about three hours of playing Bentley had one because he literally owned all but three spaces.

We then went to bed at around 11 pm and awoke at around 7 am.

The day was pretty boring without a heist or Carmilita chasing us. I wasn't sure where she was and I wasn't really worried.

I had to go to the doctor the next day to see if I had any problems or if my cancer was returning. I walked in with a smile and left without any expression on my face, Carmilita had this grin on her face as she twirled her handcuffs in her fingers. I went with her in her squad car as we entered the station Ross was there but Bentley and Murray were not. I assumed they got away from her. The whole station was in an uproar because after so many years on the run I had been caught. They placed my in a weird jail cell in the middle of the office, I wasn't sure why. She put me in there and took Ross home. I was sure she was lecturing him on why he shouldn't be like me.

After a few minuets of waiting the chief showed up and took me to the interrogation room. I was alone for about ten minutes before he came back in. He started asking me some questions pertaining to my life of crime. I answered every question truthfully. He left and I began looking for ways to escape. There weren't any windows within reach of my due to being handcuffed. I reached for my satchel on my inside where I keep a set of keys. I grabbed the handcuff key just before two officers rushed into the room and threw my to the ground I felt like something bad happened. As they sat me back up in the chair my face was covered in blood, the wired part was that they never touched my head. The chief came in with the other two officers.

He leaned in close and asked in a monotone voice whats wrong with you?

I replied almost yelling" what's wrong! I'll tell you what's wrong! I've got cancer!"

The whole room got quiet. They escorted me to my cell surrounded by officers. They all looked very sad that they probably wouldn't have anything to do for a while. Most of them would come up and shake my hand through the steel bars wishing me the best.

They transported me to the hospital where I would stay until they had killed all the cancer cells or I died.