Disclaimer: I don't any Sly Cooper characters; they belong to Sucker Punch Productions.

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Alright, my laptop of fixed! **happy face** so now that it's fixed I can write and update my stories. I am wrapping up this story and this is the last chapter. The good news is that now that I have this story finished up I have a new one in the works. For a quick little summary, it's a complete branch off from this story. It's from Sly's point of view and is based on Phantom of the Opera. (I know I said that would be a oneshot but I developed it into an entire story.) In a nutshell, about half of the story is like P.O.T.H. and the other half is my own idea. And I'm sorry if the end of this story feels rushed, but I just really want to get this story over with and on to a storyline because I feel like people are getting bored/tired of this story line and I feel like I need to spice it up. So please read and review and let me know what you think or this and the small snippet I'm leaving of my next story.

Chapter 10: Partner in Crime and Revenge

"Give me just a minute and I'll have this door open in a second." My brother muttered as he attempted to pry a door open with a crowbar. My shoulder was against the wall and I was not in the mood to take a long time to get this done. I had finally recovered from my gunshot wound, gotten back down to the Australian islands, and I had persuaded my brother to let me go out and finish what I had started with a few months ago. He only let me go out on one condition, he would do most of the work and I would keep my mouth shut. He pulled back on the crowbar and nothing happened while my face dropped and I let out a small groan. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brother but the guy wasn't very light on his feet or very good at opening doors. I hit my head against the wall as this battle between Sitka and the door continued. After my last adventures in Cortex's main castle, I was a little wary of what would happen next. As much as I hated to admit it, I did feel safer with my brother with me on this heist and I could only hope that nothing bad would happen on this adventure.

"Sitka," I said after waiting what felt like an eternity, "can I see that for a minute? I'll see if I can open that." I pointed at the crowbar and he hesitantly handed me the bar.

"Don't hurt yourself; you're still not fully healed." He warned as he took a step back so I could take a crack at opening the door.

"I'll be fine. Look, I'll show you and easy way to open doors like this." He nodded and watched as I held the crowbar. I threw the bar to the side and simply pushed on the door and it opened with ease instead of pulling, "It's a push door Sitka."

"Show off," he muttered and I followed him through the door. He led the way through the corridors silently and we slowly tiptoed through the building. I kept my paw securely on the pouch that held the gems and crystals. After I was shot, there was a slight problem finding where the bag went. It was thrown from my possession after my mom slammed my head against the iron generator and Carmelita found it somewhere on the other side of the room. Thankfully she released them back to my brother and didn't keep them. I guess that she had a change of heart after having to arrest our mother or maybe she didn't want to do the paperwork. Either way, I got my stuff back.

Sitka stopped at a corner and peered around. Since I was the one who usually did jobs like this, I hated not seeing what was going on. I followed him after he snuck around the corner and I could feel my adrenaline pumping when I saw a few familiar things from the last time I was here. We stopped dead in our tracks and quickly stuck to the walls after hearing voices start to come into the hallway we were in. Our backs were pressed completely against wall and my breath was shaky when everything started getting louder. Even if we were in the shadows, my brother pulled us into a doorway to be sure we weren't caught. He kept his body pressed against the door and I looked around the room. It was nothing more than a supply closer filled with mops and a few brooms.

"Sitka," I whispered quickly. He quickly shushed me and I allowed myself to roll my eyes. I had noticed a door on the opposite side of the room and was trying to get his attention to look at it, but he was just as stubborn as I was and decided to ignore me. I quietly snuck over to the door and peered through the small peep hole in the metal. My heart could have pounded out of my chest when I saw that just on the other side of this door was the generator we were searching for. I stepped away from the door and tried again to get my brothers' attention.

"Sitka!" I whispered as harshly as I could. He waved me away and I could tell my temper was starting to flair, "Sitka!" I hissed out his name but only to be brushed away again. I looked around to find something to throw at him. My eyes locked on to a rather old tennis ball and I wasted no time chucking it as his head. It impacted his head with a thud and I watch him whirl around.

"What?" he hissed back after checking the door one more time. I didn't say anything but pointed at eh door I was standing next to. I stepped over the cleaning supplies and finally made his way to the opposite facing door.

"This had better be good." He mumbled before looking through the peep hole, "Is that the generator?" I nodded and he looked at the hinges.

"It opens from the other side but there has to be someway to get the stupid thing open." I muttered before running my fingertips along the edge of the door. I felt around for a key or switch of some kind and he did the same for the side he was standing on.

"Here it is, check the door and make sure there's no one on the other side." He ordered and I did what I was told. I stood on my toes so I could look through the small hole and I was relieved when I didn't see anyone. I gave a nod to my brother and her flipped the switch and we smiled when the door swung open. I followed him out of the supply closet and into the generator room.

"I'll spot, but get this done quickly without getting caught." I nodded and quickly scampered up the few concrete stairs to the generator. I searched my bag for the two keys I had to steal and opened the locks. I quickly opened the latch and started at the complex set of holes where I needed to insert the gems and crystals and everything else in.

"Alright Charlotte, what order do I put these things in?" I said into the earpiece. Charlotte was waiting in the car since she was never good at doing heists like this.

"Crystals on the top, gems next, then the shards, and finally the relics. After they're all in, close the hatch and lip the switch on the front. After that, run as fast as you can! You won't have that much time before the tokens you inserted override the system and it explodes!"

"Got it," I replied as I searched through my bag and pulled out the needed crystals. I quickly but carefully placed the heavy, lavender colored crystals in their correct slots. After all twenty-five were in, I went for the brightly colored gems. Five of the gems were colored and since they were more powerful than the clear ones, they went in first. After all thirty of the gems were in, the colored shards were placed in as well. The only thing left were the relics. The gold ones were put in first, and then followed by the sapphire one and finally the platinum ones. I shut and locked the hatch back so if any goons figured out what we were doing, they couldn't get the door open before it blew up. I slipped the keys in my pouch and pulled the switch on the front of the machine before bolting. I followed my brother as we ran as fast as we could before everything started going up in flames.

"Move, move, move!" Sitka shouted when we heard the generator explode and a ball of fire could be heard forming. He grabbed me by my wrist and we ran as fast as our legs would carry us. I could feel the heat start catching up behind us and my heart started pounding. We made a sharp turn to the right and came face to face with the only exit. He started to try and open the door and this time I could just stand around.

"Push Sitka! Push! All of the doors in here are push!" he shot me a brief annoyed look before pushing the door open forcefully. We bolted and in a few minutes, we were outside and quickly ducked to the ground and covered out heads. We were a good thirty feet from the building that was now exploding from the inside out. Even if we were shoulder to shoulder, it felt the heat become extreme and we both started to curl into a ball to avoid any type of burns. We lifted out heads and turned to look at the now burning building and I felt a small pang of pride.

I had worked for almost ten years to get to this point and now it was all over. Now, we could all get on with our lives and steal things other than gems, crystals, or relics. More explosions went off neat the top of the building and even if it was on fire, we couldn't help but give each other a high five. We decided to leave before all of the woods caught on fire and we wouldn't be able to make it out. We ran until we reached my car and I jumped in the backseat behind my sister while Sitka got in the drivers seat. He quickly sped away and by the time we got to the other end of the island, we all sighed and leaned back in our seats. All three of us knew that this was over, and things would look up from here.

I hummed quietly to myself as I took the boxes from the hallway and put them inside my apartment. We had gotten back to Paris a few hours ago and I was moving all of my stuff back into my apartment. After I had everything inside, I had planned on staying in Paris and not doing any kind of jobs for a few months. Since the incident with Cortex was over, I hadn't been as stress as I had been lately and I could finally relax. Since it was getting late, I had made the decision to just bring my stuff inside and get everything arranged tomorrow. I grunted as I lifted the last and very heavy box inside my apartment and locked the front door. The only thing I would do tonight would be to lock the two keys inside my now empty safe, and never look at them again. I strolled into my room and carefully looked at the floor. After I had gotten my safe back from the police a year ago, I had made a secret compartment in the floor of my bedroom. I sunk to the floor and pulled the floorboards up with ease and saw the safe sitting there. I pulled it up with a little effort and unlocked the complex lock on the front. I removed the keys from my pouch and placed them softly inside the safe. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I shut the door to the safe and placed it back inside its hiding spot.

"You know, that has to be one of the most strangest hiding spots I've ever seen you use." I heard Sly's voice at my doorway and I couldn't help but jump in surprise.

"Do you ever knock?" I asked while standing. He chuckled after I had closed the hatch on my hiding spot.

"It's more fun to use the element of surprise. Keeps you on your toes." I rolled my eyes and punched his arm after walking to where he was standing.

"Of course you do." I snorted a laugh and leaned my back against the other side of the door frame. Out conversation was abruptly ended when a large crash was heard from my living room. We both snapped our heads in that direction and I watched as Sly started to make his was towards the sound of the crash. I followed in suit and groaned when I saw the sight before us.

"Oh no," I walked pass the glass of my sliding door, which was only half shattered, and picked up a rock. I looked to the in tact part of the window and looked at the large blue letters written on the window.

'You will pay!' was written on the window followed by a lowercase by N surrounded by a matching blue circle.

"You know who did this?" Sly's voice asked from behind me.

"Cortex's niece, Nina." I muttered as I groaned again and slumped to the floor, "Guess what's not over." I muttered before shutting my eyes and thinking of what we would do next.

And again I'm sorry if this feels rushed but I combined two chapters in one since I wanted to get this story finished. I got the feeling that people were starting to get tired of this idea so I wanted to finish it. So, since this chapter is rushed, I've added a sneak peak to chapter one my next story as a makeup.

I watched in fascination as the mask of the mysterious man was swiftly ripped away and the crowd started screaming in horror at the man's face. It was so distorted and disfigured, it was hardly recognized as a face. I kept watching as the Phantom quickly grabbed the horrified Ramona by her waist and but the rope to the chandelier before kicking a lever which released a trap door. I watched as Ramona and the Phantom dropped twenty feet through the trap door and through a hole in the stage and quickly disappeared. I heard her scream before the sounds of a crashing glass smashed against the floor and the form and sounds of the young woman disappeared from the opera house permanently.