Another Heist Awry

The team van pulled up for their heist. Tonight, they were going to steal an entire fortune from a mafia group known as the Mediums. Sly awaited on the roof of the hideout building, where one floor below him was a cache of loot. But the grand daddy of them all was an absolutely flawless diamond the size of his eyes. The gang had been working these guys for weeks, hitting these guys where it hit them the most: their wallets and vaults.

"Alright sitting duck," Bentley said through the binocucom. " Wizard here, the security should be down right about…NOW!"

"Gotcha Lizard," Sly whispered, turning off his binocucom before Bentley could make a comment on Sly's failure to use the right code names.

Sly pried open the skylight and went in. For a rather profitable gang, these people had some very easy security. He reached the safe and began to work his knob turning magic until he finally coaxed the tumblers to open for him. As soon as he pulled out the diamond, he looked over his shoulder to find over fifty guards packing M16's.

"Uh-Wizard, we have one hell of a problem here," Sly whispered.

"What is it?" Bentley asked.

"I'm being held at gunpoint by say o- FIFTY guards who happen to be armed to the teeth. Did I forget to mention they all have their M16's toting laser sights that are aimed for my head?"

"Oh crap," Bentley muttered. He was too stunned to exclaim like the others would have done.

"Monsieur Cooper," said a rather large well suited fox. "Forgive the rude hospitality. I am Giovanni Medium. The mob boss you have been pissing off for the last few weeks! Now I will have you interrogated. You struggle; you will be beaten. If you refuse to answer, you will be tortured until we can bleed the answer out of you."

"Oh really!" Sly sarcastically said, as he made a swipe at the boss, only to get knocked by a guard.

"That was stupid!" Giovanni murmured. "Take him away!"

Back at the safe house, a new plan of attack was needed to get Sly out of the trouble he already was in.

"It's obvious," Bentley muttered. "We're gonna need the cops to bust Medium, and pull Sly out of his captivity with the police."

"Alexia might be able to help," Carmelita added. She was trying very hard to hide the fact that she was about fall to pieces.

"Good, we set everything up for tomorrow," Penelope finished.

"That's right, Sly needs our help as much as we need him," Murray spoke out.

"Yeah, we all bros, all for one and one for all!" Dimitri added.

"I owe too much to Cooper to not save him," Panda King said.

But tomorrow would be too late for Sly. He refused to talk during his brutal interrogations. That was when the guards as well as Giovanni decided to persuade him. The dragged a struggling Sly to a tub filled with ice-cold water and would repeatedly dunk his head under the surface long periods.

"NOW TELL ME WHERE THE REST OF THE GANG IS!" Giovanni ordered.

"Go take it up the ass!" Sly barked.

Giovanni clicked his fingers and the guards began to beat him. He Sly took it in the face, in the stomach, and in the back. Despite his mental dexterity, his will power, his body was beginning to fail him. As he continued to give out insults as his answers to the questions Giovanni dished out, he got even worse treatment. By morning, he was a crumpled heap on the floor of his interrogation room.

"What more can we do?" Giovanni commented to one of his men. "This guy won't break. We administered a damn truth serum to him five times and he didn't say a thing other than that I should go buy another bakers dozen of doughnuts for myself."

Just then, the cops came bursting in. They arrested everyone in one big clean sweep. The only criminal in the entire building who didn't have handcuffs on him was Sly. Instead, he was on a stretcher to the hospital.

A few hours later, Sly woke up not in a hospital, but in a jail cell modified with a respirator and heart monitor.

"Greetings Cooper," a polar bear said. "My name is Chief Inspector Klondike. Seeing how you are being in good care, you will in fact be sent to a maximum-security prison, where you will be in the hospital wing until you fully recover. But that won't happen until tomorrow. You are of course in the local Interpol station, and since this place is crawling with cops, I doubt even you could get out of here. So you can kiss goodbye to your life of thievery, your friends, your possible girlfriend, if you have one, because for now on all you will be seeing are these bars!" Klondike then left, a smug grin on his face.

"Dammit!" Sly whispered to himself. "I need to get out of here."

That was when the beeping of the heart rate monitor came to him. For a few brief moments, he stared at the monitor. And then it dawned on him.

'I know exactly what to do! That trick from the Thievius Raccoonus might actually come in handy! I'll have to time it right so that these guards aren't around, leaving only those two doctors and that hot nurse.'

And so Sly planned out his escape, unknowing that at the hideout the plans to spring him from jail were already eing made.