New Agendas for the Cooper Gang
Sly made it to his apartment complex. Instead of using the elevator, he instead climbed up to his floor via a drainpipe on the other side of the building and cautiously made his way to the window of his study. He knew he would have to tell the gang, but now was not the time, and all he needed was a good nights rest and a shower. Noticing that apparently nobody was home, Sly took off his cloths and threw them into the wash and dressed up in a clean uniform. He switched on his laptop and quickly scanned his address book for Bentley's email address. He then quickly typed out a message.
Bent, I just broke out of jail. Listen, I need you to set up and assemble the entire gang for an emergency meeting ASAP. Tell me when you are ready. Something big is happening. Sly
He had just finished typing his message when he just realized it. He didn't get his cane back!
"Oh shit!" he silently yelled at himself. "Shit, shit, shit! The cane!"
He then heard the front door close. Sending his email, he crept out into the living room.
Carmelita and Alexia had fortunately managed to retrieve Sly's cane from one of the evidence lockers. After about an hour of cruising around town making sure that they weren't being followed and trying to find Sly, Alexia dropped Carmelita off at the apartment. She then went up to the apartment, and headed for her bedroom. She was rather tired and figured she a good night's rest would make her feel better. Hopefully, she would wake up to find Sly making breakfast like he usually does. She then heard a noise behind her and she turned around to find Sly standing in her bedroom doorway.
"Oh thank god your alright!" she practically cried out as she enveloped him in a hug and buried her face into his chest.
"Shhh, it's okay, I'm alright," Sly said, trying to calm her down.
"How the hell did you get out of there anyway?" she asked, calming down.
"Trick from the Thievius Raccoonus," Sly answered. "I meditated my heart rate so that it seemed that my heart stopped."
"Had you waited longer, me and Alexia would have had you sprung out!" Carmelita muttered, but in an amused voice.
"By then it probably would have been too late," Sly said, suddenly perking up mentally realizing what he just said.
"Who cares," Carmelita muttered, probably not paying much attention to what Sly just said. "Your out, you're free, and I have you all to myself."
She grabbed Sly by the collar and kissed him, and then leaned back, pulling Sly with her onto the bed. Well, what happened from there doesn't need to be said.
The next day, Bentley called.
"Hello?" Sly said as he picked up the phone.
"Listen Sly, I have the gang assembled," Bentley said. "You can tell us what you need to tell us when you get here."
"Okay Bent, we'll be there in an hour," but then Sly looked over to Carmelita, who gave him a kiss once more. "On second thought, better make that two hours time."
"Alright guys, the reason why I called for an emergency meeting didn't come until last night," Sly began, sitting down next to Carmelita. "Dimitri, Panda King, you guys probably won't be familiar with 'em. Guys, Tybalt's back."
"Who the heck is Tybalt dude anyway?" Dimitri said, noticing that everyone else's face (Except Panda King, who was confused.) went pale.
"Tybalt Longbow is a ruthless son of a bitch who holds a grudge against the entire Cooper Gang for ruining his wedding," Sly said.
"I'm rather appalled that you did that!" Panda King butted in.
"Actually, it was rather the like the situation with your daughter," Sly continued. "He…"
"…He threatened to off Sly if I didn't marry him," Carmelita finished. "I was supposed to have wed him a few years before I became a cop, but I didn't want to marry the bastard. So I ran away. My mother was a cop, but my dad was a mob lord. He practically sold me out to the Longbow family so he didn't go bankrupt. That was the reason I took up my mom's way of life. When I learned my father died, I didn't go to his funeral, nor did I cry. He was an ass. A sleazy next to nothing criminal to me."
Everyone looked sorrowfully at Carmelita. This was the first time Dimitri and Panda King had heard the story and it was very obvious that they were very deeply affected. Sly had heard this story quite a few times, but he was still moved.
"Okay, guys," Bentley said, finally interrupting the awkward silence that had followed. "We'll have to hold off all our operations till the heat dies down. Sly getting out of jail in a rather assaulting manner and Tybalt probably keeping tabs on everything around town is really gonna limit how we act. We'll have to limit our actions to just normal lives. That means our daytime disguises and such. So for the next couple of weeks, just lay low. Panda, you go back to fireworks shop,you and Dimitri have a bit more freedom because Tybalt likely has no knowledge of you guys, and Dimitri, you can go back to your dive shops and nightclubs. We'll all continue with our lives. Meeting adjourned."
It was a rather long silent car ride back to the apartment. But Sly finally started a conversation when they entered the apartment.
"Listen Carmelita," Sly spoke, as he stepped in front of her. "Whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you. And about last night…"
"Sly, I'm just worried," Carmelita whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I nearly lost you before. When you took the blast from Dr M, when I nearly married that creep, and just last night when the cops arrested you."
"Carmelita Montoya Fox," Sly interrupted. "Before anything else stands in my way, I want you to know that you are the world to me. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life. That's why I ask this…" He got down on one knee. And pulled something out of his pocket. It was a diamond ring. "Carmelita, will you complete me and become my bride?"
A stunned Carmelita couldn't help but whisper a 'yes'. She admired the ring that Sly put on her finger for a few seconds before releasing a totally different reaction than what Sly had anticipated.
As if out of the blue, Carmelita suddenly lunged at Sly, throwing him onto the couch in a more energetic repeat of what happened last night.
A/N: And thus ends a running gag I've put into nearly every story I've written. Those who've read every story starting with Changing Paths should know. It's appeared like twice in Unwanted Union. Anyway, help the author please! I need votes on whether I should have a third installment so that I know how to end this!