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Chapter 3: Shock
Sly and Carmelita ran on the rooftops escaping the Interpol police choppers. Sly knew that his safe house wasn't far away so he had to lose the police before he and Carmelita got within its distance.
"I know that this might sound odd of me to ask," Sly paused from running, Carmelita listened."but now you are a criminal as I am and your safety comes before my own that is why I need you to go to this address," Sly handed the lovely fox a small piece of paper. "and wait there until I can shake off theses helicopters and police and make it back to you." Sly knew Carmelita wouldn't give into the idea with out a fight but to Sly's surprise she slightly nodded and kissed his cheek.
Carmelita took off running in one direction as Sly led all the police in the opposite direction. Sly watched as Carmelita disappeared into a crowd of civilians and continued to mislead Interpol's finest. The raccoon jumped off the building and headed west toward the harbor Carmelita had mentioned in her earlier threat. All the police copters followed him as ran through narrow alleys and climbed on the fire escapes of nine apartment buildings all the while he lost every police cruiser that was after him.
The young vixen was shoved and bumped by a countless number of people as she tried to make it to the resident written on her paper. She had been running for nearly thirty minutes trying to lose the people who were once her allies. Carmelita looked over her shoulder, she was no alone and closing in on a decent looking villa in the center of town. She saw that the windows were dusty but upon further inspection she saw that there were lights on in the house. Carmelita took a deep breath not knowing where she had been sent to. She walked up the three steps and knocked on the door hoping that whoever answered the door was not offended by her dirty clothes and unkept hair. Carmelita heard foot steps approaching and straightened her back as her heart raced furiously. The door knob turn and the door open, Carmelita mouth dropped when she saw who opened the door.
Sly was now had only six yards between him and the water. I HATE the water, Sly thought as he stopped at the shoreline. Police cars and helicopters surrounded the beach, sending all of those who were on it into the parking lot.
"You have no where to go!" Someone in a police helicopter shouted at him.
Sly knew they were right. He couldn't swim and now had no place to go. A evil grin crossed his calm face. Anything for the ones I love, I suppose, Sly thought to him self imagining the look on Bentlys face when he would open the door of their hideout. He tipped his hat off to the police force and did something no one, not even Sly himself expected him to do. Sly jumper off the pier and into the water as his last resort. Sly knew if he could swim far enough and stayed under long enough the cops would think he drowned.
Minutes past and the police didn't see Sly Cooper resurface. "I think he drowned." The chief of police called in to his scuba squad. Everyone now thought that the master thief, Sly Cooper, drowned in the bay, but what they didn't know was Sly had used his slow motion, invisibility, and his fast motion thief skills to create an illusion of him falling into the water when actually he was running across the water and making his way back to his hideout where he expected to find Carmelita, one of the only three people he would do anything for.