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Sly & the Gang In: Adopting Abandoned Allie – Chapter Two
Carmelita put her jacket around her shoulders and left the fancy apartment complex, heading back to her office to finish some paperwork. She thought about what Allie told her just a matter of hours ago. She couldn't believe it. She had just thought the Baxter's and Cooper's were alike just through a slight connection. There was that one heist Carmelita remembered seeing on the news when she was younger, seeing Mariah Baxter and Harold Cooper had pulled off a huge robbery in Cape Cod.
"I thought that the connection was… more than that. It started out strong but… I can't even think nor say it. What a shocker!" Carmelita murmured to herself walking down the street still heading to her office, unaware of what was going to unfold.
CARMELITA'S FLASHBACK (start) ---
"Well," Allie began, "It dates all the way back to when Evan Cooper met Tyrone Baxter… the two were one of the most- no, the most skilled thieving duo out there. Now I'm talking about times so far back that we're in the B.C's!"
Carmelita was listening with full attention, completely zoned in on Allie's tale of the past connection she had waited so long to hear, and had an idea of.
"Since then for about the next two or three thousand years there was always a Baxter working with a Cooper. But then, a feud broke out. Jerald Cooper claimed that the loot of all the Baxter-Cooper heists should go to the Coopers and Marline Baxter claimed just the opposite. Until the generation of my parents as well as Sly's, the Baxter's never dare speak of the Cooper's and vice versa. Sly's father went on one mission alongside my mother but it wasn't meant to last. The separation and shunning of the two families continued." Allie walked over to the kitchen and poured two glasses of soda. She walked back over to Carmelita and handed her one of the glasses as the two paused for a drink.
"So if the Cooper's and Baxter's were in a shunning mode why did you help Sly? It doesn't add up at all!" Carmelita was on edge, adrenalin rush and all. She wanted to hear even more. "Explain…"
"My mother Mariah Baxter wanted to shun out the Cooper family and did as far as they knew, but though they didn't know it she helped them with many heists. Some things would happen during the Coopers' heists that were unexplainable though they helped them very much. Thank my mother for that… it really sucks I never got to know my father though," finished Allie as she sipped the last of her soda and put the cup in the sink.
"Oh, what a shame… but why aren't you a thieving raccoon like the rest of your family was? Ahem, no offense if that sounded harsh…" Carmelita put her own cup in the sink and the two walked out of the apartment room and down the stairs to exit the building.
Allie put her hand on the collar of her white vest over her dark purple sleeveless t-shirt and seemed, to Carmelita's point of view, like she was gnawing it or something like that and whispering at the same time.
"Um… uh… Allie?" Carmelita tapped her on the shoulder and Allie looked back at her with her eyes widened in fear as if she were almost caught in a dastardly act of slyness.
"I'm sorry Carmelita. I thought I saw a bug on my collar. Heh, just trying to blow it off so it wouldn't bother me anymore! Well I guess I should tell you the end of the tale, huh?" Allie sat on the stoop of the complex and Carmelita joined her without thought to it.
"Yes, I wasn't aware there was more but please go on. I'm very interested!" Carmelita smiled and folded her hands on her lap.
"My mother wanted me to live a life away from the thieves of the world. She didn't think the way of the Baxter's and Cooper's was best for me and abandoned me on Harold Cooper's doorstep one night. I remember it so… vividly." Allie sighed and went into a flashback herself.
ALLIE'S FLAHSBACK (start) ---
"Allie, forgive me for this please! You'll understand when you're older, I promise." Mariah set Allie down on a doorstep, patted her head a few times, and then climbed up a streetlamp pole to a rooftop while it was pouring rain outside, and bounced from building to building out of site. "Cooper should know what to do better than me," she thought to herself.
"Mother, come back!" Allie, only 6 years old at the time, extended her little arms forward and tried to grab her mother's shrinking silhouette in the distance until it seemed to vanish. "No… she's gone."
"Daddy," said a little boy raccoon from a room inside the building of the doorstep Allie sat on, "I think I heard someone outside."
"I wonder…" Harold Cooper arose form his chair and walked over to the door with caution, gripping his family cane in hand just incase there was an unexpected visitor outside that door. He opened it up and looked around and then down to see Allie sitting on the doorstep and her tears blended in with the rain on her face. "My word… Allie Baxter!"
"A Baxter?" The little boy raccoon shot out from the other room and walked over behind his father and looked to Allie with his eyes wide.
Allie sniffled and clutched Harold's leg in sorrow, "My mommy left me here… all she told me was that I'd understand when I'm older!" Allie cried.
"Come now Allie, I understand what your mother is getting at. She sees it just as well as the man she married… that rebel Baxter. The one who was against the thieving line and influenced Mariah against it too. Don't worry Allie, I'll obey your mother's wishes." He picked Allie up and hopped off somewhere into the distance.
"Wonder where he's off to…" 'Sly, the little boy raccoon, walked back inside shutting the door behind him and sitting down on the couch, curling up, and falling back asleep.
Harold arrived back at the house only ten minutes later and carried Sly up to his bedroom for a proper night's sleep. Than he went back downstairs and talked to himself.
"Mariah," he began, "Sometimes I wonder why I listen to you even if I disagree with your viewpoints. You really have a traditional Baxter spin on you… just with a little denial that husband of yours gave you before he died."
ALLIE'S FLAHSBACK (end) ---
"Wow… deep." Carmelita pulled her jacket off the rack next to the doorway and prepared to pull it around her shoulders.
"Yeah, I know," Allie gazed at her golden watch, "AYE! I really gotta go now, bye!" Allie ran back inside and closed the door behind her.
"Bye!" Carmelita headed down the street on her way back to her office for work that needed to be finished.
CARMELITA'S FLASHBACK (end) ---
Carmelita put the key in the door to her office and walked in, hooked her jacket on the coat rack, and flicked on the light to find herself surrounded by cops from everywhere in Europe.
"What on Earth!" she gasped in shock and the cops lunged at her and put her in handcuffs, treating her like a criminal more wanted than Sly and his gang.
"We know you did it Inspector so don't you deny it!" A cop shoved the tip of his gun into her back and forced her to walk all the way out into a police car. Inside the car a familiar face was sitting there in cuffs as well. It was Constable Neyla.
"You're in for it too?" remarked Neyla as she looked out the window, not making eye contact with Carmelita.
"What do you mean by 'in for it'?" Carmelita's eyes widened with confusion and a wave of panic washed over her, beating her again and again.
"Don't play stupid Inspector Fox. We're both getting arrested for the big jewel heist at the Temple of Ighidara. I wasn't even there!" Neyla buried her face in her hands, cuffed together.
"Ighi – what? I've never even hear of that place! We've been framed!" Carmelita looked angrier than ever before.
"The question is… by whom?" Neyla looked out the police car's window at the nighttime sky and all the starts. "Someone wants us out of the way for some reason…"
"And I think I know who!" Carmelita growled under her breath and glared the random people that she saw outside the car window. "COOOOOPEEEEEEEEER!"