Shooting Fish in a Barrel
It happened so fast. One moment, Sly was making himself some coffee while Carmelita sat on the couch watching TV when a bunch of henchmen rappelled all ten stories down to their room and smashed through the window. There were six huge men. Unable to go for his gun in the bedroom; same with Carmelita, Sly had only one choice. 'I have to do this, but I know I'm gonna regret this!' He pulled his cane out from behind the fridge and began cracking skulls, sending two guys back out through the window they came from. Carmelita was shocked. But a gun to her head followed it.
"So Cooper!" McBride yelled, wrenching one of Carmelita's arms up her back with one arm, and thrusting a gun into her temple with the other. "It looks like I have the upper hand. Chase me and she dies!"
"McBride, you bastard!" Carmelita yelled. "Wait till I'm free, and it'll be the end of you!"
"Oh, but I thought you would like to know your boyfriend's little secret," McBride said, motioning to Sly. "Come on, spill the beans, unless you'd like me to tell her."
Sly had tears forming in his eyes. "Carmelita, I-I-I hoped it didn't come to this. I faked my amnesia."
"Sly!" Carmelita yelled. "I trusted you! And now I learn that it was all a lie. To keep you out of jail!"
"I'd rather be in jail than forced into this situation," Sly choked out. "I did it for you!"
"Aaawww!" McBride teased. "Isn't that sweet. A thief gives up his ways for a pretty face."
"At least I'm not staging an attempted murder because I had a pretty face!"
"Oh is this what you think this is about?" McBride grinned. "This is just a bonus. Have you ever done a background check? My real name is McBride, and so was my mother's name, but that's nothing. My mom was at one time married to none other than Muggshot!"
"What the hell!" Carmelita yelled. "You're an offspring of some lowlife pit bull who didn't know anything about anything outside of a gym?"
"You see," McBride said. "When I became an officer of Interpol, I figured I could keep tabs for my dad during his gambling empire scheme in Mesa City, until you Cooper came along and softened him up for you Carmelita to bust him!"
"I didn't know Muggshot had a son," Sly grew angry. "But it looks like being an asshole runs in the family!"
"Yeah well, then came Holland," McBride continued. "You set him up Cooper. You led him into a trap, where Carmelita here busted him again! Oh and hey! It looks like Interpol is here! I guess they accepted my little tip off that you were a fraud and responsible for the chief's dissapearance, of course, the latter was by me of course!"
Sly glanced out the window. The hotel was surrounded by Interpol elites from possibly all over Europe.
"Goodbye Cooper!" McBride said, pulling the gun from Carmelita's head and pointing it at Sly.
Sly managed to dodge the bullets and duck down behind the kitchen countertop. When he came back up, they were gone. Running into the hallway, he could immediately tell they were heading for the roof. He had just made to the roof to see that McBride jump off with Carmelita strapped to him. Sly looked down to see that McBride open his parachute. Then there was the sound of a gun being cocked. Sly turned around to see Pierre Krakow.
"How convenient!" Pierre said. "It's like shooting fish in a barrel, just how I like it."
Dodging Pierre's bullets, Sly managed to reach the hatch that he came from, only to be greeted by a large group of Interpol Elites. "Freeze Cooper!" they yelled.
Heading back to where he came, Sly realized he was trapped. Either die getting shot by Pierre and fail to rescue Carmelita, or die getting shot by Interpol, or just getting arrested. Instead, Sly chose a fourth option. Just beyond the machinery, he could hear Pierre yell.
"Come out Sly so I can finish what I started back in Paris!"
Using his cane, Sly catapulted himself over the machinery and into Pierre, sending them both falling over the side of the roof.
"Nooooooo!" Pierre screamed as he was hurled to the ground.
Sly landed in the pool, stunned by the shock of impact. 'Good thing I took those swimming lessons in training, but its funny, I should be dead!' Pierre wasn't as fortunate. His fate is a lesson that your own head and some patio furniture will not break your fall from seventy stories up. Sly managed to get out of the pool to find himself greeted by Officer Tanner.
"Sly, I'm a spy working for Bentley," he said. "McBride is heading for a warehouse a few blocks from here by the waterfront, take my police bike."
"Thanks" Sly said, he was too exhausted to really care.
Jumping an additional two stories, Sly managed to reach the motorcycle and take off. He wasn't beat yet. Not by a long shot.