Chapter Three: POV's
Bentley's POV
"It was a long day. We were finally ready for the big heist. I was in the elevator when Sly said he saw a little girl running towards him. He didn't say anything else. All he said was "Whoa!" and I heard a dull thunk. Later, he said the girl had fallen off the roof. We abandoned the operation and I found her home address. However, when we got to Garden St., I began to feel nauseous. Murray and Sly went into Kitty's (That's her name) house-er…mansion, but I stayed behind. After a while I felt better and went out for a walk. The cool air felt good on my face. Then I saw Inspector Fox. But something was wrong. Her eyes were not the gold color they usually were, but a dull red. She kept muttering something about "A new best friend". I dove into a nearby bush, praying that she didn't see me. Luckily, she walked right by without even sparing a glance. Then I took a chance and began to follow her. SHOOT! She was headed right where Kitty lived! Oh, please go right…PLEASE GO RIGHT! Carmelita headed left, and screamed at the top of her lungs "FREEZE COOPER!" She then shot the window with the flamethrower she had, jumped all the way up and landed on the sill. She said something I couldn't make out, and then began to shoot at something. Sly, I presume. I called the paramedics, and I guess it was good that I did because a moment later they arrived and took Kitty's mom away. Sly, Murray and Kitty ran into the van, and Murray obviously floored it. Oh, shoot! YOU FORGOT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! My voice trailed away into the night."
Carmelita's POV
"I had a very long day at the office, as usual. My boss gets more nagging every day! "Oh, Carmelita, did you catch Sly? I'm going to have to dock your pay if you don't catch him soon! Do this, do that, BLAH BLAH BLAH!" I'm tired of listening to him all day up until the point when I finally get to leave! The clock finally moved it incredibly slow hands onto the 6. BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG! YAY! Final-MMF! I remember someone saying "Goodnight" and putting a nasty smelling cloth over my face. I tried not to breathe, but whatever it was overpowered me. I slowly fell asleep, hearing maniacal laughter."