hello again peeps! Sorry about the last chapter 4. I accedentally clicked on the wrong file. My bad! Anyway, you guys wanted Sly, and, here he is! Chapter 4 comin' your way!
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Chapter 4
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He brought his hand over and pounded the alarm clock, letting his hand fall over the edge of the bed. He would have gladly went back to sleep, especially after that heist the gang had pulled last night, but that damn ringing was still in his ears. 'Damn,' He thought as he sat up, in the process his ringed tail falling sluggishly to the floor beside him. 'What a dream I was having.'
Three guesses who he was dreaming about! .
He turned his drowsy head and looked at his clock. 7:30 a.m.
"Great." He said as he pulled on a black turtleneck, dark faded Lee jeans, black Converse shoes, and tried to comb his hair (keyword here: TRIED).
"Two hours before the alarm was supposed to go off. Ah well. At least I get the chance to check my e-mail for once in a blue freakin' moon."
Ooooooooooh! This is where it gets interesting!
He made his way downstairs, but stopped at the last step. His sharp ears picked up loud snores down the hall from his own bedroom upstairs.
It's Murray. You don't need sharpears tohear Murray.
His ears also picked up smaller snores across from that bedroom. These he identified as Bentley's. This also confirmed that, for once, Sly could check his e-mail.
DUM DUM DUM!
He walked over to the computer and turned it on. It's server whirred and beeped for about two seconds, and then the screen said in big ass letters:
PLEASE TYPE IN SCREEN NAME + PASSWORD!
Sly typed in: and his password. In three seconds, it computer confirmed that he had e-mail, which was pretty surprising given he was a thief; therefore, he had very few friends. He moved the mouse over so the arrow rested on his mailbox's icon and clicked it. He had five e-mails.
"Bentley...Bentley...click here and you're...delete that crap. Bentley...and...? What the heck...?" He had never heard of this dude before: Igunnakilleveryone56721. (I'm pretty sure you know who this will be.)
Curiosity got the better of him, so he double clicked this new e-mail. It turned out to be an e-video. On the e-vid there were two shadowed figures. One was moving towards the camera, but the other was slumped onto the floor in a heap. The moving figure revealed itself and Sly would recognize this girl anywhere...
"Neyla..." Sly seethed as hisblood began to boil, and it only got worse with the rest of the e-vid.
"Sly Cooper, we meet again! Oh, what's it been now...? A year? I've missed you so much!Why don't wehave a little get together? I have been wondering how you havebeen, not to mention I would love to see your family book!Should you not want to come, however..." In the e-vid, Neyla went back into the shadows and moved towards the second figure, dragging it into view...
"Carmelita...? NO! Neyla, you bitch don't you DARE hurt her!" Sly shouted to particularly no one. Neyla had indeed dragged Carmelita out of the shadows and thrown her onto the floor beside her. She was knocked out, even if she wasn't, she couldn't have done anything. Sly noticed the collar around her neck he could recognize as a shock collar. Crude, painful, but if you wanted someone as a hostage, that was a keeper.
"...Poor Carmelita. If you don't come within two days...well...there will be one less Carmelita Montoya Fox in the world." At this point, Sly was on the verge of putting his fist through the screen. Neyla continued to talk as though she were discussing the weather.
"I have sent directions that should print from the e-vid. Come alone, and bring the Thievius Raccoonus...or..." Neyla lifted Carmelita's head towards the camera.
"...use your imagination." And with that, the screen went blank. Sly was shaking with rage. He noticed a paper fly out of the printer beside the computer. He picked up, and just like Neyla said, it was the directions to her hideout.
Leaving a calling card with a hastily written note, Sly raced out to the garage around the other side of the hideout. As he opened the door, sunlight streamed onto the team van. He didn't even open the door, but instead jumped through the driver's side window and revved the engine. Granted, Sly had rarely driven before, but he knew how. As he drovepast the outskirts of Paris, Bentley and Murray had woken up back at the hideout.
"Where's Sly? You seen him, Bentley?" Murray asked as he came down the stairs. Bentley didn't respond. He was holding a calling card both of them recognized as Sly's. Without saying a word, Bentley handed Murray the card. Even though he wasn't really a good reader, he understood every little word Sly had wrote:
Ben, Murr, be back soon. Neyla's back. I have to save Carmelita.
Sly.
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Oh! Sorry for not making it any longer, but I love holding people in suspence! Chapters 5 & 6 will switch on and off between Sly and Carmelita's points of view, okay? R & R!