Messing Around

Sly had a weird feeling. He didn't get why he would just fake his death. Wouldn't the cops realize he was alive when they found no body, and more importantly, why would he do that to Carmelita? And yet there was a funny, nervous look on his face, as if he was lying and doing badly at it too.

Another problem, was it possible for him to lose interest in Carmelita? That just can't be. Sure he also flirted with Neyla when she came into the picture, but he didn't lose track of Carmelita. Things just didn't add up.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Murray walked into the kitchen to have a bowl of chili (uh-oh!) when he saw the note on the fridge. He read it, with surprisingly little difficulty.

"BENTLEY! YOU MAY WANT TO SEE THIS!" he yelled.

"What, is there another action replay of one of your crashes?" Bentley said.

Murray showed him the note.

"Oh damn us to hell!" Bentley yelped. "We're done for, no amount of damage control is gonna save us from that train wreck coming in through that front door!"

The note read:

Got bored, gone to mess with Carmelita,

-SLY

Meanwhile at Interpol, Sly waited for Carmelita to enter her office. He had been waiting not too long when she finally entered.

'Here's my opportunity to get some answers and to have some fun…'

But just as he was about to sneak up behind her by sneaking in through one of her opened windows when there was a knock on the door. Peering in Sly could see Chief Barkley and another officer enter Carmelita's office.

"Inspector," Barkley said, he had a grim look on his face. "With your testimony and several others as well as hard evidence that Sly Cooper is still alive and back to his old ways, we took up your advice and had Forensics exhume his body for the real identity."

The other officer then stepped in on the conversation. "The DNA tests matched up to that of his last drug test before he died. In other words, Sly Cooper really was in that coffin. Whoever it was who everyone has been seeing and identifying as Sly Cooper is probably an impersonator."

"What is going on?" Sly whispered to himself. "My body is in forensics? I have to see this."

Managing his way around the building, he managed to Forensics. Entering, he realized he was beside himself. On the table was a perfectly preserved body of him. The two looked exactly alike. Picking up a file laying next to the body, he read:

Cause of death: gunshot wound to the upper torso, tear in major artery, died of internal bleeding. Shot point blank with revolver, .44 calibers. Injury to back of head suggests a struggle.

"What are you doing here?" a familiar voice said. "Tour not authorized to be here!"

Sly turned around, with a somewhat surprised and sad filled expression. He turned around to see Carmelita, Chief Barkley, and the officer. The three just gasped.

"YOU! WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOUR GOING DOWN!" Carmelita yelled, pulling out her shock pistol.

"I'm not some imposter I can tell you that!" Sly yelled. He gave a grunt as he accidentally cut himself on a scalpel. "Whatever happened to put me in a coffin, I don't know. But why I'm here looking at my own corpse is something I want to know!"

He then jumped out of the window and paraglide away.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SHOOT HIM?" Barkley screamed.

Carmelita didn't answer. She just stood there in that pose, her face filled with surprise. There was a teardrop coming down her face.

'How could this happen?'