Ch.3 The Preposition
Two figures scurried through the darkened streets of Paris. Remaining unseen as they sneaked past the bright neon signs and street lights. The larger of the two carried a sack full of supplies. They kept their course until stopping nine blocks from the police station to take a rest. They could've just avoided all the trouble of sneaking through the back alleys, but the sight of a hippo, and a turtle running towards a police station would raise some suspicion.
In the station itself Carmelita was chugging down her 9th cup of coffee that night. Almost everyone else had left except for those who were working the late shift. But ever since Sly had returned to the station after his trial she had watched him with frightening zeal. She refused to even blink, for fear of giving the master thief even the slightest chance to escape from his cell. Sly decided to break the unstable silence. "So Carmelita...why so uptight?" he asked.
"Uptight? UPTIGHT! After years of work to catch you, do you honestly believe I'd even let you out of my sights just to let you escape!" she demanded.
"Sheesh... you don't have to shout. I was just wondering why you seem to be a bit angrier than last time I saw you. You should be happy, you've finally caught me." Sly replied.
"You know that's just the thing. I've been wondering that myself. But after the 6th cup of coffee it hit me. I wanted to see you squirm in that courtroom Cooper! To watch as the concept of being sent to jail finally sank in as you pathetically tried to prove your innocence! For years I've constantly chased you with that image in mind. But here you are now, in a jail cell acting as if you haven't even been captured at all!" She shouted. "I'll personally see to it that they lock you in an extra small cell for 20 years!"
"As if you can find a prison that can hold me for more than 20 minutes." Sly smirked. Carmelita wanted to protest, but she knew Sly was right. There wasn't a prison secure enough to hold Cooper for a prolonged period of time. She silently wished there was such a place.
"Oh, I think that's a possibility." said a voice from the doorway.
Carmelita turned around to look at the source of the voice. It came from a formally dressed wombat in his late 40s. "Sorry if I was interrupting anything. I just came by to visit an old friend of mine. I believe he is the chief of this police station, last I heard." He said.
"Sorry, he went home early. Maybe you should come back later." Carmelita replied.
"Hmmm... That's okay. But perhaps I could give you a message to pass onto him. However I'd like to speak in private." Seeing the look of suspicion on her face, he spoke again. "It concerns Sly Cooper."
(Meanwhile...)
Bentley and Murray had managed to get two blocks from the police station without being seen. "Luckily for Sly I always have a plan B." Bentley huffed. Both were exhausted.
"Why did it have to involve so much running?" Murray gasped. "I told you Murray. We had to remain inconspicuous." He said. "What does that mean?"
"Everything our van's not." Bentley replied. "Don't worry Murray. We're just a few blocks from the police station." The hippo groaned at the remark as he followed his fellow thief to the station.
(in Inspector Fox's office...)
After making sure Sly was securely locked in his cell, Carmelita brought the strange wombat into her office. He then proceeded to look at the many various photos, newspaper clippings, and notes that were pinned on her bulletin board. (he was especially interested in those concerning the Cooper Gang.) "So, what's your business with Cooper?" she asked him.
The man looked up. "Oh yes, I am Sentrak Metzerstoff. I came here to talk to your chief to offer him a certain deal that involves your prisoner Sly Cooper." He stated.
"So Mr. Sentrak, what kind of deal were you going to discuss with my superior."
The old man sighed. "About transferring Cooper." Sentrak grinned.
"To a prison?" Carmelita said skeptically.
"Not just any prison." He stood up and proceeded to smile. "Owlcatraz."
To be continued...