Sorry guys, but I have to end this story. I may or may not have mentioned that I have been working on my own project. Between that and slaving away at my job I haven't had the time to finish my story's after my data on my last SD card erased all my work. But luckily I save my project to my email so it was saved. This is it. Sorry. The ride was long and fun. We all shared a couple of laughs and a few 'OMG! WTF?' moments. *Sigh* Here we go. I will try my best to give it a true Sly Cooper ending as in the way all three games ended. Hopefully one day I will give this story the ending it deserves. *Cries* The end of an era.
Epilogue
Sly and Carmelita had made it out of the volcano at the last minute to see the castle go down with it. The Cooper Gang was reunited and pardoned of all past crimes for saving the world of immediate destruction. It was on that day the pledged to never be apart again. Carmelita would not let go of Sly's hand even as they were driven to the hospital. Sly was able to talk out his feelings with Carmelita and together they set out their expectations for their impending relationship. She stayed in law enforcement and he would never commit another crime, adding with a wry smile, that they could ever be pinned to. Two weeks later they were married, one week after Penelope's and Bently's own wedding, and living in a remote section of Paris were they planed on raising the next generation of Fox-Coopers. But they never forgot about the rabbit who sacrificed her life so that they may live out theirs and the Cooper Gang never retired. And with Carmelita's permission, of course, they continued to jump over roof tops and prowl the town night after night, eventually teaching their kids the family trade. Oh, and let's not forget about Murray! He never did see that cheetah woman again, but it was for the better as he felt she was 'bad new.' He opened his first garage a year after the volcano incident and his business never slowed down. Now there's two 'The Murray's Car Shop,' in every state and providence in Europe. All in all they lived happily ever after. After all who could ever not love a life of spontaneity and ever lasting thrills? And chases in the night as police sirens rode on the wind?
Hope many of you who read this enjoy what is here. I must say my goodnights and look for similar endings to the rest of my story's. It's been real, Brittany.