Fatal Flight

'I hope this is the last memory I need to suppress in Sly's mind' Carmelita thought as she reached herself into another.

This memory took place at least a few months or so after that picnic memory she saw. Carmelita found herself amidst the Cooper Gang, strapped into seats. Up ahead she could see Sly and Angelica at the controls of the airplane, which by the way was shaking. And then it ended.

"Turbulence has passed guys," Sly said, getting out of his seat. "Cover for me Angelica."

"Right Sly," Angelica said.

Carmelita watched as Sly went aft into what was the bathroom, and then went up to Angelica. She then noticed that Angelica was wearing a corsage on her wrist.

"So you used to be Sly's girlfriend," Carmelita said, crossing her arms. "What's he gonna do to make you scar him for life?"

Sly came back out of the bathroom and went to talk to Bentley, who had moved to a seat at the navigator's controls. "Where are?"

"We should be over the Azores in about ten minutes coming from the north," the turtle said.

Suddenly there was a beeping on the console where Angelica was. Sly rushed up there.

"It's not engine four acting up again is it?" he asked. Suddenly a light went on; above it was the word SAM.

"Shit! We've been painted!" Angelica said. "Markers showing two of them coming from the front, visual in…"

Suddenly two missiles sped by the cockpit. "…Now."

"This is whiskey yankee Charlie, number six six eight one, who ever is using us as target practice, I order you to call it off!" Sly yelled into his intercom.

Suddenly two more missiles appeared.

"I REPEAT! CEASE FIRE!" Sly shouted. "DAMMIT, WE'RE CARRYING MEDICAL SUPPLIES!"

"Sly," Murray said, appearing at the staircase to the lower level of the plane where the cargo hold was. "I don't think these are medical supplies!" Murray tossed over what appeared to be a hunk of metal. "The crates are full of them!"

"Shit, it's a setup!" Sly yelled. "We can't out maneuver them!"

Suddenly, the plane shuddered.

"We've lost engines two and three," Angelica yelled. "And operating at only fifty percent on number one and thirty percent on four!"

"We may need to bail!" Sly said, pulling out a bunch of parachutes from a storage locker behind his seat. "There are some rafts in that locker there!" He pointed to another for Murray to open.

"Get readies everyone!" Sly yelled, hitting the auto-pilot on and opening a door.

Everyone jumped, leaving only Sly and Angelica.

"We need to go!" Sly yelled.

"You jump, I'll follow," Angelica said. She had a worried look.

"You first…"

Suddenly, the plane was engulfed in a fireball. The shock from the impact of the missiles striking the fuselage of the plane was strong enough to send Sly falling out of the plane just in time to miss the wall of fire that would have engulfed his body. It seemed like forever as Sly free felled to earth in a half awake state. It was nearly too late when he open his parachute as he smacked the water at a high speed. The parachute, taking on water, dragged an already struggling Sly deep below the surface. Cutting himself free, he managed to release the pressurized air to fill his life jacket. As he floated up to the surface, he watched as the plane wreckage sank before him, and then he saw it drifting to him. The corsage he had given to Angelica.

As soon as he erupted from the surface, Sly activated a raft pod and pulled himself in and sobbed.

And just like that, Sly woke up. He screamed and rolled off his cot and sobbed.