Gyaaa! Too much homework! That's why I haven't updated. That, and I will admit, I've had serious writer's block with this particular story. The fact that no one seemed to mind that I hadn't updated this fic didn't really help motivate me, either. Well, I'm back, so to those of you who wish I would disappear…I won't. Heh…here ya go.
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"What in the hell…?" Any trace of Damian's calm demeanor dissolved into what looked like a snarling ball of rage to Sly as he watched the wolf pound on the numbers on his cell phone with a fury that vaguely reminded the raccoon thief of the time that Bentley's computer got a virus and he threw a fit for days until he found a fix for it. "What is going on?...WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE WAS A BREAK-IN?...WELL, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE FOR? STOP THE INTRUDERS!" With an irritated flick of Damian's wrist, the phone was flipped shut. Another flick sent it into the inner breast pocket of the wolf's jacket. He spun on his heel to march toward the elevator, pausing only to throw a cold glare over his shoulder at the –now smirking- raccoon. They both knew perfectly well who broke into the headquarters without needing to even look at the method of entry or what they were after. The only people with a motive to break into the headquarters: The Cooper Gang. "This means nothing. You and your little friends will fall under my power." With those last words, Damian continued to the elevator he came from. Once that it was only Sly that inhabited the cell, his grin faded into nothingness at the thought that, though his friends were more than capable of pulling off a heist without him (though that thought irked him a bit,) how were they supposed to know where he was, or even if he was alive? He could only hope that Bentley's computer prowess would come through as it had so many times in the past. Although…he wasn't entirely sure that there would be any digital trace of him here to even begin with.
"Hey, Sly! Over here!" Wait…no…no, that couldn't be right. He was hearing things…but…her voice was so…real…but Damian said that she was dead! He even threw him her old ID and shock pistol! "Sly, I'm over here, you dumbass."
Then again, she always was so very blunt.
"Carmelita…?" It was her. There was no denying it. There she stood on the other side of the bars from him, her adorable grin plastered on her face. He tried to return the expression, mainly out of relief that she was alright, but the bruise that ran diagonally across his face reminded him that it was there with every tug of his skin. His girlfriend's grin dissolved into a concerned frown as she rummaged in the dark with the key that she had managed to swipe out of Damian's desk drawer after the wolf had left his office. It had been a pain in the ass to shadow him to the basement, but well worth it in the end.
"What the hell did that sick bastard do to you?" The vixen whispered as the cell's key turned inside the lock with a solid click. The barred door opened with an echoing creek of rusty metal hinges, and Sly staggered out of that damned cell, thankful to finally be free of that prison.
"Not that much physically…but he told me that you had died, and that you had been killed. He had your shock pistol and your ID had blood on it…and I-" To stop him from rambling on in his frenzy, she shushed him with a gloved finger to his lips. Her gentle smile was more than enough to soothe his doubts and uncertainties, easing him into that lax state that he was always in when he was with her.
"I'm here, in the flesh (and fur, but so are you) so forget any demented things he told you; we all came to rescue you and put an end to this gang's madness and that is all there is to it, alright?" For lack of something intelligent to say, he nodded his head dumbly. "Good, now let's meet up with the others and settle things once and for all."
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It's not much of an offering, and it is a rather pathetic attempt considering how long I've been away from the Sly Cooper section of FanFiction, but I don't exactly feel too welcome in that area of the website anymore, aside from a few friendly reviews. But I'll still finish this story, and then…we'll see.