In Rome, or rather the outskirts of Rome, Carmelita was trying to prove to the ticket sellers that she was with Interpol. After five minutes of argument they were in side. It remind Sly of the ACES contest; hotels for the racers, garages, a track and a hole load of guards not all of which looking professional.
" Why don't you check the hotel for anything suspicious, while I check the garages." said Sly knowing his old friend and that van of his. As Carmelita walked off, Sly immediately went to the garages. On his way there, talking came from behind a garage.
" I thought we had an agreement. What is going on? I've a heard the cops are checkin' the area." a strong Italian accent stifled the air. Sly jumped up on top of the garage.
" It not 'cos o' me. Maybe another crime rin's 'ere. Like them Cooper lot from the ACES." Sly recognised the voice but couldn't place it. He peered over the roof. Muggshot!
" Just 'cos they ruined yur chances o' winning tha' darned competition don't mean they'll do it again. Especially since Coopers disappeared." the Italian voice retorted.
" Alrigh' lets talk business…" smiled Muggshot.
Sly wasn't surprised to here what he did. A simple summary of what was spoken is this: The mafia has bet a lot of money on Muggshot to win, and they will rig the competition so he wins and " The Boss" stays happy.
This didn't affect Sly so he left it at that. All he wanted was Murray.
So he carried on until he reached the garage with Murray's faint voice coming out of it, " Okay Harry you can go now"
As Harry rushed out, Sly quickly slipped in behind him.
" So how's life?"
Murray turned, " Sly? Is it you"
" Of course. So how are you?" smirked Sly.
" Fine, fine. But what are you doing here, buddy?" a confused Murray asked.
So Sly filled Murray in with what Bentley told him and asked if he would go ahead with it.
Murray turned back round to look at his beloved van, " I would, you know I would Sly, but Harry, you saw Harry, and the rest of the boys have a big bet going that I'll get into the finals"
" Why are you worried about that big guy?" queried Sly, " Surely you'll do that"
Murray perked up, " Oh yeah, I'll get to the finals then quit. Give my title up. So " The Murray" can return"
"You do that, buddy. I guess I'll see you when Bentley calls. Bye." And on that note Sly left.
So Sly went to meet Carmelita at the hotel. On his way back he noticed Muggshot standing there with his mouth open.
" Cooper! You'd better not be rigging this thing like ACES." he threatened.
Sly, hearing Carmelita coming up the garage behind him, said quickly, " I don't know what your talking about"
" Cum on, you scrawny raccoon, you must remember tricking me into getting busted by that cop hag!" reminded Muggshot.
Three, Two, One.
Carmelita shot Muggshot square in the jaw.
" Inspector! What did you do that for!" Sly shouting pretending like he didn't know.
" He's an international criminal that needs to be brought to justice!" screams Carmelita in reply.
And after this little feud Carmelita took Muggshot in to be booked. And left Sly to look for anything out of place.
Looks like I found Murray and got him on the team. Provided he gets into the finals. Muggshot's going to be out by the finals, he's always out early. Hopefully he wouldn't cause anymore trouble. Semi-finals tomorrow. It'll be time to see if my getaway drivers still got it in him. All this raced through Slys mind, like Murray will be on the track tomorrow.