Since the event at the Paris Police Station Bentley had been keeping a close eye on Sly. He didn't really seem any different to Bentley, nothing like what his dad sounded like. Murray had a small change, he'd been ignoring super hero comics recently and developed a liking to car magazines and kept stealing them from random shops, his bed had become full of them. Bentley still hadn't bothered telling either Sly or Murray about his strange dream about the metallic bird, it just felt random and pointless to him especially with more real and important events going on in his life. All three of them were busy packing their backpacks for the feild trip the next morning.
"This is going to be so cool, do you think they'll have cars there?" Murray asked excitedly.
"I don't think so Murray, its the Mus e du Louvre museum, they're far from vehicles" replied Bentley.
"Still, vehicles or not this is going to be great, who knows what could happen" Sly added.
After packing their bags they hit the hay and were sleep in seconds.
The next morning Bentley woke up early and got dressed. He then went to get Sly up who got busy combing his fringe. Murray was awakened by Ms. Puffin on the speaker. *COULD ALL STUDENTS PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY DOWN TO THE MAIN LOBBY IN LESS THAN FIFTEEN MINUTES, THANKYOU*
He fell out of his bed along with several of his vehicle magazines he had been reading. He yawned and looked up to see Sly and Bentley were almost ready. He got on his favourite blue t-shirt (a bit too small for him) and grabbed his backpack.
"Are we all ready to go down?" Bentley asked.
"Yeah just let me get my cane" Sly said grabbing it from under his bed.
"Why would you need that?" asked Bentley confused.
"I take it wherever I go, have you not noticed?"
Bentley just nodded slightly and they made their way downstairs.
When they reached the main lobby it was a bit of a shock. The Police were standing with Ms. Puffin at the main doors. Orphans began to whisper as they made their entrance 'look its the Cooper Gang', 'what a name,' Murray just stared at them, intimidating them in the process, Sly however wasn't interested he had his eye on the Police who were also spying on him. The gang slipped into the crowd and out of sight as Ms. Puffin made a quick speech.
"Okay class, once i'm done talking, we'll make our way to the coaches and then we'll be off to the Mus e du Louvre museum. Please take great care to not damage the fine art, thats all lets get going"
The Orphans quickly headed to the coaches outside. The gang all got on the same bus. Sly took a seat near the back and Bentley quickly sat next to him.
"Whats the rush Bentley?" Sly laughed.
"You seriously don't want the police sitting with you, do you?" Bentley cleverly responded.
"True, I'll beat them to a pulp if they stare at me any longer"
Bentley laughed weakily then looked away from him. Ofcourse the real reason behind him sitting next to Sly was to keep an eye over him, he needed to be careful. Murray on the other hand was sat next to a random Orphan chatting mindlessly to him about cars. Once all the children were sitting down Ms. Puffin took the register. Everyone was there so they started up the coaches and got moving. Along the way Sly began to talk.
"So Bentley, what do you think we could do when we get the museum? any places to mess around? got any plans?"
"No not really, is it not a day for relaxing Sly?," Sly's casual smile dropped.
"Well thats a bit of a let down, I was really hoping for an adventure, us three"
"Well one Murrays in a world of his own over there" he pointed at Murray still chatting on about cars to the poor orphan next to him "and two" he continued "you really haven't been yourself lately, you've been colder, darker any real reason behind this.." he was really tempted to ask did it run in the family but he just stayed quiet and let Sly answer.
`"What do you think" he replied almost laughing at Bentley "I've been interrogated, threatened to be sent away under a Policemens eye and I've been watched constantly .. oh and I've been trying to stay cheerful for you and him" he pointed at Murray. Bentley took a long pause, now believing the accusations made by Lucius to be true he quickly built up some courage.
"Ok.. Okay then Sly, we'll improvise a plan once we get there, I promise" and patted him slightly on the shoulder.
"Thats more like it" Sly responded. Bentley couldn't tell if he was being cold or just pleased he just knew if Sly did have some dark evil side deep within him then it had be eliminated. He couldn't become like his father.
Murray ofcourse hadn't noticed anything going on behind him he was still on about cars. The Orphan sat next to him had gone mad and without saying anything got up and moved. "Hey hey hey, where you going?, ahh screw you anywa........ OH MY GOD!!!!" he cried out at the top of his lungs. The bus screeched to a halt, Bentley and Sly looked at him confused.
"What wrong Mr Hippo?" Ms. Puffin called from the front.
"Uh nothing sorry"
The Orphans laughed, "settle down" Ms. Puffin raised her voice. Murray however didn't care, he had spotted the love of his life. It had amazingly tinted windows, the thickest tyres he'd ever seen, they could probably never be slashed or burst, Police were shooting at it the bullets just bounced right off, it was a Camper Van! it was sat outside a Police Station, it looked at though it was being modded up for the Police Force.
"I have to get a closer look" he said quietly to himself and started scheming.
At around half eleven the Orphans arrived at the Museum. As Sly, Bentley and the rest of the Orphans were getting off the bus Murray was already undergoing the first stage of his own plan. He kept down as everyone passed off the bus and waited till the Bus Driver began to drive off down the road.
"Hey Wait!" he shouted to the Bus Driver, the bus calm to a sudden stop.
"Jesus Kid, didn't yer hear your class getting off"
"Sorry I had my headphones in," he quickly got off the bus, he was just round the corner from his fellow classmates. To fool the Bus Driver into thinking he was going back and not trying to run off, he started walking back but as slowly as possible. The Driver didn't take anything out of the usual into account and drove off. When Murray was out of the Bus Driver's sight, Murray hid in the bushes waiting for the class and staff to go into the Museum so he could get past them. "Okay staff and class, are we ready to go in?" Ms. Puffin asked. Sly was already peering inside for any sign of hiding spot to ditch the group.
"Okay, there seems to be no problems, now we need a quick register just one more time," Murray heard her from the distance and began to panic, he couldn't think straight, 'I'LL JUST QUICKLY RUN BACK INTO THE GROUP AND FORGET ABOUT THE VAN, SEEMS A BIT RISKY. NO NO NO!!, I'M NOT GONNA GET A CHANCE LIKE THIS AGAIN, I'M SEEING THAT VAN NO MATTER WHAT THE COST!' and he stayed out of sight.
"There's no real need" one of the staff members called out "we've done a head count, no missing people. Murray felt relieved, what a lucky miscount. Ms. Puffin put her register away and everyone followed her inside. When everyone was inside Murray legged it down the road that they'd came down, in a frantic search for that unique Camper Van.
Sly and Bentley were inside looking around. Bentley felt relieved that Sly was more interested in the 'fine' art than a pointless Operation. "Hey Bentley, wheres Murray?" said Sly looking around. "I saw him hiding in the bushes outside the museum, maybe he had other plans"
"He could of shared it with us"
"Okay pal, we'll take that" A Cop grabbed Sly's cane.
"What you doing, didn't mummy ever teach you its wrong to steal from kids?" mocked Sly as he went for his cane.
"No can do mate, you've nearly knocked over everything in here since your arrival with this stick," he walked off into an office with the cane in hand.
Sly was fuming, looking around quickly he grabbed Bentley and hid out of sight.
"What are you doing Sly??" Bentley replied angrily.
"Ermm, that guy just took my cane, what do you think"
"Why drag me into this"
"Because your my friend right? I need all the help I can get, your the brainy one, I've already found an airvent right next to us which might lead to the office, I've got our grappling hook in my backpack and lots of other things to help us get around, can you not navigate for me?"
Bentley sighed "Okay, fine just don't be stupid if you want your family heirloom back." Sly pulled out the screwdriver from his backpack and began to unscrew the airvent.
"Won't people see this?" Bentley asked trying to find faults in his plan.
"No, were hidden here, no ones going to see it" Sly replied putting the entrance to the vent aside "turtles first."
Bentley looked around then crawled inside follwed by Sly.
Meanwhile Murray had been making his way around Paris quite well, he couldn't see the van, but he could see the Paris Police Building towering in the distance, just behind a few small buildings. He headed across the road and was just about to get a good glimpse of the Van when a Police Officer came up from behind him.
"Why aren't you in school?" he asked suspicously.
"Day off" Murray lied.
"I didn't hear anything about this from my kids school"
"Well maybe I don't go your kid's school, whats there name?" he asked rudily.
"What! never mind, go on."
Murray quickly headed around the corner to see the van. It was still being tested, he could overhear them.
"It's completly bullet proof" one of the police officers confirmed "It's controls look completly normal"
"So what, it looks like it couldn't get two feet off the ground when really its like a super-modded vehicle" the Sergeant laughed to himself.
"Pretty much, the army are making things like these allover the place. Heres one for Paris, fast as hell 0-60 in 3.5 seconds, Tyres are 'Super Swampers', the armours tested and bullproof, it has installed system navigation, it has a jammer so people can't track it, a jet engine in the back a.."
"Okay okay I get it .. its world war three in a can" the serge replied "sheesh, at least the thing has a normal ignition sequence and oh look keys to go with it!" he joked. Murray gazed in amazement, he began to scheme carefully...
Sly and Bentley had carefully navigated their way through the vents. Sly launched his grappling hook above him and climbed up to the next level of the vent, Bentley grabbed onto the rope and was pulled up. They could see a light at the end of the tunnel. The bright light ahead of them was infact another air vent entrance this time it was directly above the office where the cane was. Within seconds Sly already had his trusty screwdriver and was unscrewing the vent, once that was unscrewed he placed it queitly aside and pulled a rope out of his bag.
"Think you can lift my weight?" Sly asked Bentley.
"Most likely, your as light as a feather, you know." No one was around in the office Sly swung on the rope towards his cane he missed he swung back and got ready to lunge again for it, he swung again this time he was to high. "Lower me down further down Bentley." Bentley checked the remaining rope, there was nothing left.
"B-b-but Sly we're all out of rope," he looked at Sly who looked on helplessly at his family cane, pointlessly reaching out, he had to help. He gulped and started lowering himself down. "Bentley are you sure about this" Sly said worrying for Bentley's safety.
"I made you a promise Sly, ofcourse i'm not about to break it."
"O..Okay Bentley your a good friend." They shared a smile then got ready to take another shot at the cane.
"Three .. Two .. One .. GO for it Sly." He swung at the cane with all his might his stomach turned. He went directly over the cane and in one grab he had hold of it.
"Pull up" he said keeping a strong grip on his cane.
Bentley pulled with all his little turtle strength.
"Err Bentley can you hurry up" said Sly "this rope isn't looking to good." The rope was starting to tear. Bentley pulled harder than ever before, Sly was just inches away from the vent, he could here the rope slowly tearing away there wasn't much time left. He got his right hand up on the edge of the vent, Bentley held his hand down to Sly's left hand. Sly lifted his left hand up with all his strength and got hold of Bentley's hand just as he let go with his right. Bentley wasn't about to let go of his best friend, he got up on both his feet and began to pull backwards. Sly was now nearly up. He was nearly up and had his right foot on the vent and managed to pull himself. Bentley let go as Sly got up and he landed with a crash, Bentley and Sly looked at each other exhausted, there was a long silence then the rope just snapped at random then Sly and Bentley just burst out laughing.
Murray was ready to steal the Camper Van of his dreams. He made his way through an alley way right next to the Police Station he was looking for an open window to get into the station. He spots a possible candidate but it leads into an office. He peers over the bushes to spot some men sat in a room full of smoke, this was going to be tough. He listened in, he needed to recon if he was going to sucessfuuly steal the van.
One man was there laughing "I don't know about you two, but this modded up super van sounds like a load of bullsh--"
"Its lunch time" another man quickly interupted him, "lets get going." Every single person was now out of the room and it was all clear. Murray charged at the open window and with all his determination flew through the open window. He landed with a crash and quickly scrambled off the floor and into a nearby toilet.
"What was that?" A man called from the hallway, with no response he left it and moved on down the hallway. Murray was now initiating the next phase of his plan 'The Distraction', he located a nearby firearms left on a desk and a fire alarm. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it was going to break his chest, he could hardly breath. He had come this far so why would he stop, the thought was running through his head. He had to do it now before he ran out of time. With a fearless scream he let loose with the rapid fire gun in his arms all around him, causing massive destruction, he then smashed the glass and set off the fire alarm. He dived out the same window he got in with, smashing it in the process. He made a fast recovery off the ground and dived over the hedge where he reconned and then quickly made his way back down the alley way as fast as he could, not looking back. All the cops had ran inside to check to see what was going on. He could see the keys still inside the Camper Van, no one was around he legged it with no hesitation out into the open and dived inside the van, he hadn't been spotted. He turned the ignition and prepared for a fast getaway.
"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus" Murray cried looking at the controls. He clutched his hand onto the stick shift and pulled the handbrake. It was faster than any usual van. A message came up on the radio 'Police Force in hot pursuit, within thirty yards, twenty-nine yards. Activating Propane Tank Engine.' Murray screamed for his life as the engine roared. He was doing ninety on a normal road in third gear! 'Auto-Control engaged.' The Auto Driver had super-reflexes, passing every car with perfect timing and speed. 'Helicopter in Pursuit, blacking out signal.' Onboard the helicopter the pilots were confused.
"We lost him" they radioed in. The sergeant only had one chance left "all ground units stay in hot pursuit, all available units join the pursuit"
Murray checked in the side mirror, there were three Police cars gaining fast. Another message came up on the radio. 'Straight road ahead for the next half-mile, full power activating.' The gear stick itself moved straight into sixth gear and reached over one hundred and fifty M.P.H in seconds. Murrays voice was lost as well were all the police units. At the station the Sergeant was in a right foul state.
"Continue the search" he informed his officers "Inform the public, were not resting until we get it back. The Military will chop my balls off otherwise."
Murray was far from the Police. The Camper Van had found a hiding spot and Murray had covered it. He got back inside "How far am I from that museum place thing?" Murray asked the radio. 'Please state a name.' Murray was thinking "erm give me some names of em around here". 'Mus e du Louvre museum?' "Yeah, yeah that one." 'Two Miles.' "Oh god, I'm so busted." 'Would you like me to call for a taxi?' "Oh my god this so cool..."
Ms. Puffin and her class were in the central gallery. She had already informed the officers to be on the look for the missing three and guards were scattered allover the place. Sly and Bentley had caught on and had to find the right place to drop out of the vent.
"Well this is great" said Bentley sarcastically.
"Calm down Bentley sheesh .. I'll think of something for us since your always so scared and all.." he quickly responded. "Well sorry if i'm fed up of getting presurred into pointless things"
"Pointless things? its all for the experience, can you not see that?"
"Its always too risky, its what you are Sly, a risky pointless person"
"Haha, too risky for you, but not for my family, i'm proud to be a Cooper"
Bentley laughed under his breath "I wouldn't be"
There was a small silence. Sly had heard him. "What was that?"
"Oh nothing it doesn't matter" said Bentley now regretting saying it.
Sly raised his voice "no no go on what were you going to say?"
"It wouldn't matter even if I told you" Bentley turned away to move on quickly but Sly grabbed him and held him against the air vent wall.
"I don't care tell me now, whats wrong with my family?" Bentleys head was spinning he couldn't think straight.
"It doesn't matter, let go of me!" Bentley shook himself free and landed with a crash on the airvent floor. Ms Puffin heard it from a few metres off.
She knew it was them. "There in the vents, men. Get them out now." She called in through the walkie talkies.
"Oh nice going" said Bentley getting up. Sly pushed him back down and again it shook the vent. Bentley began to laugh histerically at Sly. "Look at the great Cooper, just like his daddy."
"What" said Sly completly confused.
"An aggresive being, ready to hurt anyone who gets in his way. What a monster."
"My dad, aggresive? Hes not a monster! but I know who is"
"Who?" asked Bentley "your not trying to change the subject are you?"
"No, I'm just saying, A metallic owl is worse than my father." Bentley began to remember the dream but he wasn't about to be side tracked. "A metallic owl?? Okay Sly, nice excuse. I don't think a metallic owls worse than him."
"Just shut up Bentley, your so negative, your such a let down, at least I knew who my dad was, and you have nothing on him. I'm proud of him."
Bentley got up, grabbed Sly and threw him on the ground. "At least my dads not a killer!" The vent began to give way. Both Sly and Bentley felt the ground cave in beneath. They immediatly grabbed onto the air vent, they were now dangling thirty foot beneath a marble floor. Sly could feel himself losing his grip, he fell. The last thing he remembered was a sudden rush then Bentley caught him in midair, he was still hanging on just, his cane had fallen to the ground. "What did you mean killer?" Sly asked dangling helplessly "This is might be my last few moments, tell me now!" "Okay then, okay Sly .. he killed Lucius foxes wife, your dad did... hes a killer." Sly's world, darkened on him. He could feel his stomach churning. The world slowed down, he felt himself falling, Bentley had lost his grip. He could hear voices from the past few weeks of Murray and Bentley and those last words "KILLER" "KILLER" "KILLER". Murray walked in as they hit the floor. He gasped in fear as blood flooded the floor.
Ms. Puffin walked in at the time. "Where have you been you little fu-- ahhhhhhhhhhhh" she screamed at the top of her voice as Bentley and Sly lay there not moving. Murray fell to his knees.
Okay, sorry for taking so long. Recently I've been making some new plans for a second series. Just a few more Chapters then a new series of the Cooper Gang busting out early from the Orphanage (yes both Sly and Bentley are okay) and also a villian rises from the dead...