Carmelita Monologue

It was after the Ringtail showed up that it happened. I thought he came back after I went back to bed, and I was not too happy about that. I picked up my shock pistol ready to subdue him, and arrest him right then and there for trespassing in addition to larceny. But then I smelled a stench that wasn't mine, and saw who had broke into my apartment. It was Penelope who had arrived with her time machine! Before I could take action, it was a repeat of my unwilling adventure in the old West! I was sent to back to the age of pirates, where an albotross had me tied and thrown in the brig. I wanted to show him that would be the biggest mistake he's made today...

Back to the current moment, where Sly was still carrying Carmelita to the safehouse.

"Cooper! Put me down! I can walk, you know."

It wasn't until they reached the safehouse that he did so, and sat her in a chair.

"You're welcome," said Sly, taking a seat himself in a chair next to her.

"Why should I thank you," Carmelita said, "when it's your fault that I'm in this mess?"

"I'm not the one who sent you back in time with my time machine," Sly pointed out.

"Not the point," Carmelita gritted through her teeth, seething. But then her expression of anger suddenly got mixed with embarrassment, as a blush formed on her face.

It didn't take long for Sly to realize why, as the scent hit his nostrils, which he found that it burnt them a bit. Then he also stated to feel embarrassed and uncomfortable knowing what she just did. But he didn't say anything, but Carmelita noticed his expression, which changed hers into a slightly more worried one.

Oh, he smelled that. I know he got the worst of it when I tried to interrogate him, but now is not a good time for this to happen.

Then, at that moment, the safehouse door opened, and Bentley wheeled himself inside. A few wheels in and his face suddenly changed expression, as he entered the zone of the stench.

"Sorry about that, Bent," Sly said, "before we traveled here, all that was left to eat at our safehouse back in Paris was that chili Murray brought in, so I helped myself to it. I just hope Carm here doesn't hate me too much for that one."

Bentley cocked one eyebrow, "Well, go easy on it next time, it's like a fox's musk during mating season," he said as he fanned the air with his hand. "We have a job to carry out, and Carmelita is needed for this one. Carmelita, you have to go on top of the lighthouse to take down more of Red Rum Roger's fleets." He wheels himself out of the safehouse for Carmelita to follow after him.

Carmelita started at Sly, puzzled and questioning of his previous actions, "What was that?"

"I was cutting you a break," Sly replied. Carmelita, of course, looked unimpressed.

Everyone assumed their position in their mission with Carmelita standing at the top of the lighthouse. She took out her repaired binocucom to communicate with Bentley.

"Look how huge that is!" She said, as she saw what appeared to be a large ship headed their way, "And I thought Le Paradox's blimp was big."

"Forget about the size, Carmelita," Bentley replied, "Look who's piloting it!"

Carmelita zoomed in her binocucom to see Red Rum Roger and several Sinister Seagulls piloting the machine.

"It's that double-crossing bird-brain," she growled, "and he's with MORE bird-brains. So you want me to shoot him and his little crew out of the sky?"

—"Precisely. Just watch out for any cannonballs, though."

On the flying ship, Red Rum Roger looked outside and noticed Carmelita on the lighthouse.

"Hey! There's one of those Cooper wenches! Blow 'er out of the water, you sea pups!"

"Aye, First-mate Roger!" His seagull commerade responded, causing Red Rum Roger to sigh in disappointment of not being a captain.

The ship will began to fire cannonballs, which Carmelita avoided as she shot and skillfully took them down.

"Nice work, Carmelita," said Bentley, "But it's not going down like I hoped."

—"Is it possible they were flying on autopilot?"

"Most likely," Bentley replied, "they literally ARE bird-brains and can't even bring down a sail. Looks like you'll have to destroy that machine's engines. My scan shows that there's eight of them and it will take a few shots to even blow up one."

—"I love it when something's hard to explode."

"Now you must hit each engine six times before they go into flame."

"What in the name of Davy Jones is going on?!" Roger panicked, knowing he was losing altitude, "What? We're going down?! Gotta get this Jolly Roger down by the facility so de captain can patch it!" Unfortunately for Roger, he went in too shallow and heading straight toward the facility. Roger started screaming as the ship began to descend in the wrong place.

"Not there! Mayday! Mayday!" Were his shouts as his machine exploded upon impact with the building on the island.

"He certainly isn't a sea dog," laughed Bentley, "Sly can do way better. Great going, Carmelita. We should be safe from the skies from now on."

Meanwhile, Henriette had just finished up her portion of the job.

"That wreck almost be a waste of me time," she said, looking at the scraps of metal she had collected from the ocean, "Methinks I missed a lot." Henriette saw a sword on the beach. Out of curiosity, she ran to it and picked it up. She tried fitting it into the scabbard she found in the sunken fleet, and it fit like a glove. "This be it! This be the sword I was looking for! Wait 'til I show Murray!"

Job Complete

"Interesting," Bentley pondered back at the safehouse, "It appears that her suit can generate steam or mist, which will prevent some knowing if we can pickpocket the mech."

"Not bad, Penelope," Sly said, "Not bad at all. But we're still going to put you in your place."