(This one's rewritten too)

Avery

I pushed open the door to my apartment, the movement kicking up dust. It's been awhile since I've been here, after the whole kaine island thing, I was living with Liam. And before that, I lived in the hideout with Sly and the others. But after Clock-la, I ran from the gang and began to live here. I blew off a picture frame, the picture being one of me and Carmalita in front of interpol headquarters. That was after I was caught by her and forced to become an agent. I learned to like it, after I realized that Liam was my partner. I picked up another picture, that one of Liam and I. I sighed softly, putting down the picture and trying to forget about him. Sure, Liam had a special place in my heart, but he could never fill the hole Sly left behind when he left me at kaine island with Liam. I looked at the interpol badge, and then at the calling card with the Cooper gang's logo. I hated decisions.

Sly

First Carmalita stormed off, Now Avery was completely AWOL. I sighed, taking pictures for Bentley. I even took pictures of the operation that some bear was running. I was on some rope above him, getting some shots of him.

"No way that guy dug up that bling around here." I said into my earpiece, Bentley agreeing.

You're right. Even his technology is too advanced. Try to listen on what he's saying. Bentley responded before disconnecting. I got a little closer, listening to his rambling.

"Aw, man. That girl is giving me so much trouble. That Alex guy better get her out on the double. " he growled, stomping around.

Is he talking about... Avery? Bentley asked.

"No idea. But we gotta find her, quick." I said.

"The boss wants that Miller girl so bad he can take her." He scoffed, walking off. I sighed, going back to the hideout to give Bentley the pictures and discuss our game plan.

"Okay Sly. It seems this operation is run by some Street thug, Grizz. He used to be an artist put in the spotlight. But soon people realized that his art stunk, and now he's a thug again. But what is he doing here?"

"I have no idea. But I guess I'll take a look at his operation. "

"Good idea, Sly." Bentley nodded. I wanted nothing but to find Avery, and set things right. I ran out the hideout to the holographic marker, and crawled inside the arena. I snuck past most of the guards, and made it to where the grizz had a prehistoric raccoon trapped.

Sly! That's a prehistoric raccoon! I think he might be-

"My ancestor?" I asked.

It's a distinct possibility! You need to get that tiger skin from the grizz's room. The key is in his pocket.

"Time for some real art. The art of pickpocketing. " I smirked. I climbed up and around to where the grizz was painting the Raccoon. Alex was there too, talking to the grizz. I snuck up behind the grizz, and stole the key. From there it was easy. Except for the part where I found Avery. She was behind a rock, listening in on a guard's conversation.

"Hey, Aves." I whispered, startling her a bit.

"Sly?! How did you get here?"

"Long story. How'd you find us?"

"Um, I reversed the tracking device in my earpiece. Now the tracking is two ways."

"Impressive. Who taught you that?"

"An old friend of mine."

"Alex?"

"Why do you assume it was Alex?"

"Who else?" I shrugged.

"Actually, it was Jake Rider. We did a few heists together." She shrugged nonchalantly.

Avery! I've been trying to call you for hours! Where have you been? I heard Bentley through Avery's now turned on ear piece.

"Whoah there, turtle. Calm down. Now fill me in on the situation."

So he did, I waiting for him to finish. Once he did, Avery looked over at me.

"Come on, we got another aancestor to save."

She nodded, following me to where my prehistoric ancestor was trapped.