Hiya! Now that we had that little bit of humor shoved in the story, time to get serious…about as serious as I can get…which isn't much, but, hey! Even I have my mature streak! Sorry I haven't been updating lately- I've been going to camps and such, so I've been out for a while.
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"Well, after much analysis of the blueprints, Penelope and I have come up with and absolutely flawless plan to break Sly out of The Darkness's lair!" Bentley exclaimed as he set up his projector for his usual slideshow of his plan.
"Here's the plan- I'll sneak into the HQ's cellar. From there, I'll proceed to the back and unlock the back entry way into the cellar for Murray, Penelope, and the Guru." The turtle clicked the button on the projector, and the picture swapped to what appeared to be a dark and dreary basement filled with random boxes and other shipping equipment, though throughout the entire space, snake-like trails coiled around the boxes in several areas.
"Simultaneously, Artemis, Nick, and Carmelita will take to the roof and use the skylight window above the chandelier in the main chamber and make their way down to meet us in that room. Stay out of sight until the rest of the gang shows up." Another click from Bentley's remote showed a luxurious hallway with lush blood red carpet that held gold trim, underneath was a pearly white marble floor. Many fine antique paintings and hangings lined the walls clear down as far as the picture allowed one to see.
"It may appear to be a grand hall of some sort, but don't EVER judge a book by its cover. Every three paintings down the wall, there is a tiny camera inserted into the fourth in the line, then the pattern continues down the hall. Fortunately, these cameras have no range of motion; they can only see what's directly ahead of them, and they don't have night vision, so the darkness would make a perfect cloak if need be we had to 'improvise' and be seen. However, those marble tiles are equipped with a sensor that deactivates whenever someone with a shoe print that matches one that is in 'The Darkness' computer file, including the deactivation chip inserted into the soles of each shoe, but is reactivated as soon as the print leaves that tile. We need to procure enough pairs of these shoes to go around for the team, and an extra for Sly, just in case we need to take that route back." A third click from the remote replaced that photo with one of the downstairs chambers, which, much to Bentley's and Murray's horror, resembled the Contessa's torture chambers in Prague; aged, warped brick lined the walls, and several rusty cells with thick iron bars lined either wall almost symmetrically, as if painted in some sick and twisted picture.
"This…this is the place where we can easily surmise that…that Sly's being…kept…prisoner." Bentley's wavering, nervous voice managed to issue forth. The uneasy knot that had been tightening in the pits of everyone's stomachs only grew tighter at the thought of what their friend was being put through.
(Meanwhile…)
What do you mean when you say 'he won't talk'?" Damian asked venomously to the two guards that had been keeping post on Sly's cell. The two said guards shuffled uncomfortably under their boss' glare.
"Err…well, yeh see here, boss- tha' 'coon's real tough inside. He don't crack so easily."
"I would have expected nothing less of a Cooper. Continue," Damian ordered.
"We ev'n threatened to beat 'im up, but he jus' mocked us, he did." The second guard babbled whilst trying with all his power to keep from urinating on the white tiled floor. Damian watched his two employees squirm under his steady gaze, satisfied with the fear that he could so easily inject into his lackeys.
"I see, in that case…" The said wolf slid his hand into the desk drawer stealthily, so smoothly that it went unnoticed by the two sweating guards. They knew perfectly well that when the boss don't finish a sentence like that, he'll be ending something else that's a hell of a lot more important to you than a sentence.
"…why don't I simply take you off the payroll?" Before the two guards could retaliate, or even think to do so, Damian slid a slick silver magnum out from his drawer, where he had been reaching. With unreal accuracy, he simply picked off the first one with one single headshot. Blood splattered the bleach white marble floor in a spray of crimson mist. The guard was dead before he even hit the floor. The second guard managed to take one step toward the wolf, but he abruptly stood and held the gun at point blank range to the dingo's neck. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger for the second time, letting the bullet lodge itself into the man's esophagus- an almost instantaneous death.
With the two corpses sprawled on the white marble floor, crumpled in a pool of their own blood, Damian curtly sat down at his desk again. He set his prize gun down and skillfully flicked out his cell phone from his breast pocket.
"Rodgers, have a janitor clean up in my study- Tony and Mike got…relieved of their duties."
(Back at the Safehouse…)
"Got any sevens, Murray?"
"Go fish. Your turn, Nina."
"Nick, you got any threes?"
"Damn you!"
"Ha, ha, ha! Suzuna, you got any-"
"No."
"But-"
"I don't have any fives. That's the third time you've asked. No."
"…Damn."
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You all knew I was going to end it on a funny note, weren't you? Am I that obvious? Most likely…
Sly: -opens mouth-
Me: If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all
Sly: -closes mouth-
Me: Grr…