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Chapter Six: Reunited

The night conceled him while he climbed the side of The C.R. museum. His cane helped him keep his balance on the steep wall. "Bently," Sly called into his com link. "have you shut down all sercurity cameras and floor sensors yet, 'cause I've just landed on the roof." He heard dead air the a naisiliy voice came on.

"Yah Sly, you are cleared to proceed." The turtle one the other end confirmed. "Thereare only three guards that you'll need to watch out for." Bently tried to explain but the raccoon stopped listening after "cleared."

Sly opened the roofs' skylight and lowered himself to the ground floor of the museum. He could hear Bently but decidedto tune his friend out. Sly stayed in the shadows and walk against the walls.

"Now thePortrait of Angelo is in the third room on the right from the front door entrance Sly." Sly caught a few aof Bently's words. "It should show a mink in a meadow." Sly gazed around the room he was instructed to go in.

"Ah," Sly saw the 10" by 8" painting. He gently lifted it off the wall. he placed it in his sack and took a couple of minutes to admire the other oil creations the hung in the room.

A bat was making its rounds on the first floor of the museum. She checked all the first floor rooms before heading to the second floor. If Sly had been listening to Bently the theif would have known that, but instead he ignored that warning. She checked the first room then the second and simply stood in surprise in the third rooms enterance. She watched as Sly took his time examining each painting in the room. She saw that he had the Portait of Angelo in a sack on his back. She slowly stepped out the entrance and turned on her walkie talkie.

Carmelita was adjusting to her make-shift office at the Interpol Brazil branch. She gathered a few officers whom took the witnesses reports on the Sly Cooper sightings.

"Now Cooper has been spotted at these locations." The upbeat vixen pointed at a map on her desk. "And in the perimeter he could be hiding out at these hotels, motels, abandoned buildings, and what nots." Carm handed the officer a piece of paper. Each had differend addresses on them. "It's you jobs to stake out these locations and locate any member of the Cooper gang."

Carmelita was interupted, a trainee barged in the office. "Miss Fox." The thin built lhasa began. His heart raced. The vixens reputation preceeded her.

The enraged fox slamed her fist at the wall infustration. She didn't like being interupted, especially on a case as important as this. "What do you want!" She damanded showing her teeth.

The shaken lhasa lost grip of the paper in his hand. It fell to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, Carmelita was ready to throw him out onto a busy highway. Finally after retrieving the paper and dusting himself off he read the message to her. "A theif that is believed to be master theif Sly Cooper has been spotted in side the C.A. museum and is still there."

Carmelita had gotten a chance she knew she might never get again. She grabbed her shock pistol and told her crew 'If they didn't hear from her in thirty minutes to send back up.' Carmelita obtained a police crusier and sped thirty miles to the museum.

Sly was making his way around the room. Click. Sly's ears twitched. He knew where that noise came from. Sly had to pull off this job, he just had to. The gangs money was depleating and soon they would be homeless and starving if he lost this job. Sly saw a air vent close to the entrance of the room. The vent itself was big enoungh for Sly to fit through, but not big enough for him and the painting on his back. The crafty raccoon thought best on his feet and came to a conclusion.

The painting will go infront of me and I'll push it while I'll crawl. Sly slowly crept toward the vent just as the bat looked in on him to make sure he was still there. Sly meet her eyes and made a deperate dash to the vent. He knocked off the cover with his cain, slid the painting in first, and crawled through the ventalation as if his life depended on it. He made turn after turn and had to climb the slippery metal to get to the roof top. He could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, I'm almost there. Bently and Murry will be waiting only a block from here and then I will be home free, Sly thought when he pushed the vents cover off. He pushed the painting through it. "What the..." The painting kept moving after he pushed it onto the roof. Sly slid out of the vent, he was covered in lint and dust, and didn't see the painting where he had pushed it. He turned around looking for the painting. What he saw put a smile on his face and made his heart race wild.

Carmelita barged into the museum. She saw the sercurity gaurd. The sercurity guard recognized the inspector.

"He went into the ventalation, I believe he is headed to the rooftop." She told Carmelita.

The fox didn't say anything. She rushed up the stairs and onto the roof.. Carmelita looked around. Nothing, not a single trace of the theif. "Did I miss him?" She thought she was to late. "Twenty-two minutes." She read on her watch. "I should call the station." Carmelita was about to go back inside but heard a noise. "Music to my ears." She turned and saw a vent cover fly across the roof followed by a painting. Carmelita picked up the painting and stood behind the vent. She watch as Sly got out of the vent covered in filth. Carm watched as he searched for the portait. When he finally saw that Carmelita had been standing behind dangling the art in her hands his face lit up with a smlie.

Sly couldn't run and do the little chase thing with her. He needed the priceless art to survive. He enjoyed seeing Carmelita again, it had been three month after all.

Carmelita was full of adrenilin. She was ready to chase him for miles. She took out her shock pistol expecting him to run. Carmelita watched him carefully. Sly wasn't doing anything. Whats wrong with him. Has he lost his edge?

Sly looked for away to get the portait back from the inspector. He was far to desperate and it showed in his brilliant brown eyes.

Carmelita saw his look of desperation. All the time the two stood on the roof neither spoke. Carmelita looked closely at Sly's out fit. She could see that it was tore and stained. Signs of how bad he needed money. Her ears fell, she felt sorry for him. She tried to surpress her feelings but she couldn't help but feel sorry for Sly. Through the nice sized holes in his clothing she noticed that he was thinner and pallerthan the last time she had seen him.

Sly watched Carmelita eye his shabby clothes. He felt ashamed of himself to be seen in such a way infront of his lady love. Sly was feeling the pressure to get out of there.

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeppppp. Carmlitas watch went off. She looked at the time it was exactly eleven, forty minutes from when she had left the station. Back up was sure to arrive any second. Carmelita remembered what she had said back at H.Q. Sure enough she was blinded by a helicopter search light. She sheilded her eyes from the light and Sly took her tempory blindness to his advantage. He made his way to Carmleita, grabbed the painting back from her and made his get away.

Sly left, just left her standing on the roof. No flirty chit-chat just grab and dash. Carmelita continued to sheild her eyes as Sly jumped from roof top to roof top and into the teams' van. She didn't run after him she didn't do any thing to stop him and when she got back to H.Q. she told its chief that the spotlight had temporarily blinded her and could not pursue the crimminal.

Carmelita went to her office. Thank goddness it was sound proof. She had more than a few things in her mind to sort out.

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