A/N: Okay, last chapter was kinda short and was really just meant to help people confused by chapter 18 and let'em sort of wet their feet again while the characters figured things out on their own… Now that everyone is up to speed, we're in Paris at Bentley's Lab… they're going to the time machine and … what's this? Someone is there already. What's going on? Why didn't they mention anything about this in the alternative time loop? What's going on here? We're about to find out everything… Btw, there's an "Easter Egg" joke in here for Proforce. He'll know it when he sees it. XD

-K

Chapter 20: Avoiding 'Loop' Holes

The Laboratory was empty but there were still signs of a forced entry. The main room was a massive warehouse and in the center, Bentley's Temporal Machine was running. There was a velvet drape on the floor that was recently used to cover the platform and a metallic arch over the unit. The last set date on the machine's automatic timed activation controls was set to a strange date… the day before Carmelita's first dream occurred.

Bentley wheeled his way to a door at the far end of the room and Carmelita followed. They left the warehouse section and moved into a plush carpeted area. It was very home-like and passed two bedrooms. Carmelita noted that one was his and one was obvious Penelope's room. She started to ask but Bentley put a hand up.

"We were both too shy to go as far as we wanted to go; I think that's been cured now and you don't have to worry about it," The turtle told her coming to a rolling stop. He put his hands back on the wheelchair, turning to head into a room at the end of the hallway. There were security monitors set up on a wall, making use of a cluster of flat panel screens. He tapped some keys then waited, watching a screen.

"Oh my goodness," He murmured softly. Carmelita fumbled to get her glasses out of her shirt pocket and placed them at the bridge of her nose. Bentley replayed the security clip and her jaw parted. On the monitor, she and Bentley crossed the area, she stood up on the machine's platform and Bentley punched a few buttons. After a moment, Bentley wheeled his way over to the platform and the two of them had teleported out, together.

"According to the time stamp on this security tape, this happened an hour before we arrived here. How is that possible?" Bentley inquired to himself. Minutes later, Bentley and Penelope came into the room with Carmelita, holding a shock pistol. Penelope and Carmelita approached the machine's platform, there on the screen, and took their positions unquestioningly. Bentley wheeled his way over to the controls, which could be witnessed from Camera 3, then he punched in a few buttons and wheeled his way over to Carmelita and Penelope.

Another flash and all three of them disappeared. Seconds later, Bentley appeared on the machine's platform, alone. He wheeled his way off the platform and to the control panel, then punched some buttons in on the controls. He wheeled his way back to the platform and took his position just as another person walked into the room, coming into the camera's view. It was yet another version of himself. The two spoke for a moment as they boarded the machine's platform. In a few seconds there was a flash and both of them were gone.

"Do any of them realize that they were all just there seconds before?" Bentley wondered softly. "This is amazing. We've apparently come on a day that happens to be an important junction point in many loops. I have to wonder if half of them even realized that they're all showing within minutes of one another. This is simply amazing."

"What in the hell is going on? Is this planned or coincidence?" Carmelita asked, growing frustrated. "I'm not following this and it's really bugging me. What are they all doing and why are they working together instead of rescuing Sly? Does this mean we've failed and these are all the attempts we try to fix things? That last one, you seemed to show up just in time to meet yourself, or maybe that was a coincidence too?"

"I don't know. I would have to pull up a log of each trip from today, to see who went where and when?" Bentley turned to face her and frowned thoughtfully. He placed a hand on her wrist and looked up at her, gazing through his glasses with an almost painful expression. "Carmelita, please. There must be an explanation. I know this is confusing and all I ask for is that you hold it all together so we can get through this. I know there is a lot going on but please… For Sly?"

She nodded slowly, "For Sly. But this is making my head spin; I don't understand any of it."

"It could be a whole mess of things," Bentley said, shaking his head slowly. "It doesn't necessarily mean we fail and re-try a bunch of times."

"Well what else could it be?" The vixen muttered on the edge of another emotional breakdown. This was getting too confusing and she was struggling to follow what was going on.

"It could be a Mobius Strip Scenario with the cross section of a prism and each prism strand, each of which never crosses back over itself since light doesn't bend under normal circumstances, is shining in a different direction so that it's side by side but not overlapping directly." Bentley gave a half shrug.

"What in the world did you just say?" Carmelita asked. After a moment, she lifted her paws and shook her head. "Simple as possible, please."

"There's a book by Professor 'Robert Brown' that you'd probably be able to read; he's a good author," Bentley mused in an almost thoughtful manner. "I doubt that's what is happening here. It was actually just a joke to humor myself so I do apologize. It's when several replaying loops of time all sprout off of one central loop so that they're all different loops in their own right but they all spawn off the first one, replaying into infinity, together."

"Stop, I'm serious. You're explaining this for someone who has a degree in quantum physics. I'm an Inspector, not a rocket science engineer. Let's just go and rescue Sly and Penelope and the rest of them so we can be done with this." She started to walk out of the room, heading back towards the lab area. Bentley wheeled his way out of the security room and followed her down the hallway.

"Say you're driving to work on Monday. It's a short cut through a local neighborhood because you know the main highway is shut down due to construction work. But you're going down the road and some idiot on a bike is in the middle of the road. You honk and they just ignore you. Not only that, someone's walking to work, further up the road, right in the middle of the road…. The biker seems to be going slow so they don't run over the walker who has the audacity to be walking down the middle of the road."

"Okay," Carmelita mused with a very slow nod. "I'm following so far. I'm not sure what this has to do with anything but I have a feeling you'll get to a conclusion that will make a lot of sense for being so confusing… so… continue."

"The next morning, you wake up and can't find your keys. You look everywhere but finally, you just head out to the garage, get your bike and ride to work. You know the street construction up on the main highway should have ended yesterday but taking a bike that route can be dangerous. So, you opt to go through the neighborhood route and set off to work. There's someone up the block, who's jogging in the middle of the street where the road seems to narrow into a one way section. You hang back a little bit and yet someone drives up behind you, honking like a jerk, follow me?" Bentley asked at the end.

"So far, go on," She replied.

"They're honking and you're not in the mood to take crap from anyone, so you stay in the middle of the road and let them honk all the way to work. But the next day, you get up for work and you go out to your bike. You've tried finding your keys again but this time, you didn't look as hard. You were in a mood to just forget about it and not drive. You know you put the key to your bike lock on the kitchen table the night before but it's not there. You don't think to look under the garage floor mat, where you normally keep it, because you know for a fact it was on the kitchen table when you went to bed last night. So you walk to work. You even leave a few minutes early and take the back route through the residential area but some car up the street is beeping at a biker and you can't help but be annoyed."

Carmelita blinked. She suddenly understood. "All three times, I never bothered looking over my shoulder and all along, I was in the car on Monday, on the bike on Tuesday and walking on Wednesday. But all three people, all three times… they were me and I was really going to work at the same time without crossing paths with myself directly."

Bentley grew excited that she figured it out. "Exactly! On Monday, an Inspector is given a week's worth of cases. Each day you got into the office, you began a new case thinking the other ones were solved when in reality you went from work to three different jobs all at the same time, because you were really waking up on the same day, over and over… Or whatever the reason may be… there were three of you in the same place at the same time making variations of the same mistakes in different directions. That's the basic idea in laymen's terms. That's not what's going on here," Bentley told her.

"How do you know?" She asked, opening the doors to the warehouse section, once more. The door rolled to the side and up ahead, the machine sat in a perpetual state of waiting.

"Because sometimes it was just us going to the machine, other times we had Penelope and yet another time it was just two of me. There's a method to this madness," he said, wheeling out towards the controls. "We'll find out as we go. Let's hurry." Carmelita nodded and took her place on the machine's platform. Bentley punched some numbers in then wheeled over to the platform.

"How does this thing work, anyhow?" She asked. "Keep it simple."

"Time space is a straight, linear line to the naked eye. It's a string of yarn and it travels forward just like linear time," Bentley said, waiting for the machine to self activate. "If you can manage to bend that yarn so that the ends met, you could take a step and go from point A to point B with a single step, therefore going faster than the speed of light can physically travel. But if you can bend yarn and fold it over itself, you could travel backwards or forward on it, instantly. Time space can take you backwards or forwards and you do it instantly. It's all about what you do with that yarn once you figure out how to manipulate it."

"You can stop right there," Carmelita said, lifting a paw. "Now, when will we show up and how do we go to Prague?"

"A week ago and… we have to find our transportation the old fashion way," Bentley replied. Particles began to swell and glow all about them. Carmelita reached up and took her glasses from upon her muzzle and put them in her shirt pocket. Bentley could see the worry in her face and said, "Relax. We're inside of a temporal bubble. I have an image buffer matrix built into this machine so that if we accidentally arrive in a time or destination where we appear inside of something solid and it kills us, the machine will automatically know to warn us back in time a minute before we leave, with a warning tone. It'll tell us that it's not safe to travel. Image buffering matrixes are very useful. I employed them to help keep Sly alive the first time he hunted for Clockwerk when we set out to steal the Thievious Raccoonus back." (A/N: Remember his image machine at each waypoint in "Sly1: and the T.R.":D)

"Like I said," Carmelita repeated, "You can stop right there. Don't get in over people's heads here. Okay, so you've thought of all the bugs, that way we don't arrive in the middle of a busy street in the past and get run over two seconds later… That's all you had to say."

"Sure," He muttered, folding his arms. The machine hummed softly and the particles spun about them, as if orbiting their bodies. The swirling clumps of light fluttered and twinkled, revolving rapidly. "It might tickle a little bit," Bentley said… his words were growing thin and his voice echoed a bit as the very sound waves began to break down; beginning to shift before the matter itself.

Carmelita's ears flattened and she clinched her paws into fists, tightly. She felt as though she were spinning. Her stomach ached but it was empty. A pressure grew at the base of her throat. She would have thrown up if she could but there was nothing in her to come out.

A sharp sting could be felt in her ear, where the bullet had passed through. She suddenly felt exhausted and disjointed as though she were falling. She clinched her eyes shut for a moment only to feel the sensation of cold wind against her face. Prying her eyes open, she could feel the awkward sensation of her eyes being dry from falling through cold air. She squinted to protect those amber orbs and lifted her paws to feel through the void.

The world formed around her and she descended upon it at a rapid rate. She could see Paris beneath her, only to realize that she was falling so very slowly, it was like living in actual slow motion. The roof of Bentley's lab was beneath her and she was descending upon it, falling through the sky. She fell so incredibly slow that her descent felt anything but fatal. She crashed upon the roof, absorbing the impact and collapsing to her hands and knees in an incredibly slow collision.

Finally, time sped up and she flopped over, onto her back, panting softly. She lay there in the cool air, on the Lab roof and the world was quiet. She was now laying two stories above the time machine, outside. Her fur had a burnt smell to it but she was bitter cold. The rubber on her shoes felt gooey as if she'd just marched through the hottest desert in the world with them.

Carmelita sat up, rubbing her eyes. Bentley was a bit luckier. He was sitting up in his wheelchair, watching her sympathetically since he didn't have the legs or ability to help the vixen to her feet. She reached into one of her pockets and drew out a cell phone. It operated on a local cellular frequency so that the clock built into the screen would show current time based on satellite. The numbers changed over and the date changed, as if she'd just passed through several time zones. She smiled… it worked. They were here. A moment later, the cell phone's screen displayed a strange image.

"What's wrong?" Bentley asked, peering over her shoulder at the device.

She gave his question some thought then finally answered, "My cellular telephone is telling me that my SIM card is detecting someone on this network at this identification number and it's deactivating my cellular service on this particular phone. I won't be able to make calls. It keeps people from hacking in and using someone else's number and information at the same time."

"That's why I have several Pre-pay TRAC-phones in my duffle, just incase I go a short time into the future. I keep them charged with minutes and I have two satellite phones," Bentley mused, looking around the area. He took his Binoc-u-com from his gear and zoomed in on a newspaper stand across the street. A grin touched his lips then he passed the binoculars to her. She saw what day of week the newspaper was and grinned.

"I can hardly believe it. We're here, we made it and we're okay!" She exclaimed. "We're going to save them; this is more than I could have ever asked for, Bentley." Seeing physical evidence helped Carmelita to associate with everything that had happened. She'd been asked to understand time travel for the last day and now that it happened the reality of it helped her mind to comprehend the fact of the matter.

Bentley smiled at the verity of their success. He wheeled to the edge of the building and said, "We've got to hurry to Prague. We only have this week to make sure everything happens differently. Let's find transportation and get this show on the road!"

"Agreed," Carmelita nodded. She walked to the edge, glanced down to the ground then leapt off the side. She leisurely performed a somersault. Her feet connected with the ground and she immediately dropped into a crouch to absorb the impact of the landing. Bentley used a rocket controlled booster on the bottom of his chair, added with the shocks he'd installed on the two larger wheels.

Just as they landed on the ground, the door of the Lab began to open. Bentley snatched Carmelita by her shirt sleeve then used his other hand to hit the booster, dragging her around the corner quickly. Bentley and Penelope from the past came out the front door, each holding a set of train tickets. Once they were out of the area, the remaining Bentley, sitting besides Carmelita Fox, sighed in relief.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"No changes can be made until we get to Prague," Bentley explained. "If we alter one detail, the effect could have a profound impact, including some sort of chain of events that keeps the whole team from arriving in Prague. That could change everything. I don't want to cross paths with ourselves unless we absolutely have to… and I'd like to wait until we get to Prague before we let it happen." He began to wheel his way into the front doors and approached a coat rack by the door.

Bentley took a jacket off the stand and pulled it on. He leaned forward in the wheelchair then smoothed out the fabric. The turtle shifted his weight and turned to face her with a nod. "It's going to be cold, heading into Prague. I didn't bring a jacket last time and I won't make that mistake again. Ready? And remember, we cannot cross paths with ourselves until we're in Prague."

"You've already seen two of yourselves together, using the time machine," Carmelita said, reminding him of the security footage from earlier. He nodded slowly in agreement then shrugged.

"Like I said," He reiterated, "There are certain moments we cannot alter, to ensure we all wind up in Prague and begin certain things the same way. However," Bentley said to her, "We have to ensure certain things happen completely different so that we don't have the same fated death waiting for us. Some occurrences have to change completely, but all of us getting to Prague… that must happen without a hitch, so let's not cross paths with our doppelgangers until we're in the Czech Republic. Let's find a method of transportation."

"Agreed," Carmelita said. "Let's get a move on."

The two of them hailed a taxi cab and headed for the local airport. It wasn't a long drive but once they arrived, Carmelita realized that they were low on cash. She was able to pay the fair but it was quickly decided that they wouldn't be able to afford plane tickets. Bentley gave her a grin and with her help of getting his chair out of the taxi's trunk, they headed into the airport.

"What, you have a healthy bank account and plan to use a credit card?" She asked, quirking a brow at him, concerning his grin. Bentley just shook his head and gave her a wink, "This is the brilliancy of time travel, Inspector."

"Again, are you using credit or something?" She grumbled.

"Credit cards and bank accounts are too easily linked to someone. When you have access to a vault with an excess of four-point-nine trillion dollars, not counting artifacts and non-coin related currency, you stop using anything but cash. It's true, I failed to bring money with me but I have a better idea," Bentley told her. He sat up in his wheel chair, opening a jacket to show her that the interior jacket pocket was empty. He then pushed his sleeves up his arms. "As you can plainly see, there is nothing up my sleeves or inside my pockets."

Carmelita narrowed her eyes, lowering her ears. She smirked then replied, "Yeah, I see, Turtle. What's the trick, here? And do you realize, that technically makes Sly Cooper the single wealthiest man on the planet? Bill Gates of Microsoft weighs in at over 65 billion in personal net worth but 5 trillion, not counting possessions? At liquidation, he'd be worth at least 10… I've seen the inside of that vault, remember?"

"Watch and learn," Bentley said, taking out his PDA and stylus. He wrote down, 'Monday, one hour before noon, left interior pocket, Air France. Two tickets.' Carmelita watched him and quirked a brow. Bentley put the PDA back into a compartment on his wheelchair. "I wrote a memo to myself after we live through this. Now… ready for the magic?"

"I guess," She replied with an unsure voice. Bentley opened his jacket again and this time, there were two plane tickets in the interior pocket. He pulled them out and waved them in the air with a broad grin. She blinked twice and exclaimed, "That's unbelievable! Bentley, that's amazing! Doesn't this technically mean we survive to go back and do that task for ourselves?"

"If we're smart… our general future hasn't been written yet," He explained. "…if we succeed, we'll be able to do this for ourselves… it's a paradox in itself. Anyway, let's go get ready for our flight out of here. The time on the tickets is for twenty minutes from now."

"I'm really impressed," Carmelita conceded. She glanced down at the shock pistol on her hip and frowned. "I can't carry weapons on public flights without a valid badge. Can I leave it hidden here and somehow have it wind up in Prague?"

"Tricky but not impossible," Bentley replied. "Go into the lady's bathroom and hide it in a heating duct. I'll make a note of it to be placed in Prague in a similar location."

Before Carmelita could walk towards the bathroom, a gentleman approached her and offered a paw. "Salutations," he said softly. "You may call me Raúl Sergio Poliandro my dear."

"That's nice," Replied the Latin Vixen with a sharp narrowing of her eyes. "Is there something I can do to help you?"

"Neither of you belong here. I could easily say you're breaking a universal law but who am I to stop you or tell you that you're wrong; I'm simply here to tell you that fighting Supernatural beings with time travel is very dangerous."

Bentley wheeled his chair towards Carmelita and the slender yet muscular canine. His overly perfect frame was the type of body that Bentley used to tape his head to, when posting his photograph online, years ago. Carmelita, however, was not impressed. She folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "What you're doing is getting in my way," She told him.

Raúl simply waved a paw and everyone in the airport stopped in their tracks. They were all suspended; frozen in time. Bentley and Carmelita glanced about themselves, blinking in shock. A single euro was levitating above the ground besides a person who had dropped it. A pigeon was flying into the rafters above their head and it was frozen in mid flap. Poliandro approached an elderly woman nearby and knelt down in front of her.

The smooth speaking, well chiseled canine pulled the woman's untied laces out from under her other foot then tied her shoe. Carmelita quirked a brow watching the man who stood up a moment later and turned to face her and Bentley once more. "She would have stumbled on her laces," Explained the man. His English was very distinctive and pronounced. And yet his name suggested that he was not British at all.

"What are you doing here and what purpose do you have flaunting your supernatural abilities for us?" She finally asked.

"You're disrupting the natural flow of time," Said Raúl, adding, "Temporis is my playground. Trust me when I tell you that you cannot defeat me. If you shoot me, I will stop your rounds and pluck them from the air. When you least expect it, I will place the frozen round an inch from your nose and release it. And yes, I work with The Sire on occasion, but he is no friend. What is your quandary, concerning that man?"

"He's working with a demon who seeks to be brought to life," Carmelita replied, unfolding her arms and placing her paws on her hips. "Karla Chintzy, the half-breed feline fox, is working directly with this freak to attempt to seduce Sly Cooper to bare a true-blood Immortal Master Thief for Sire and this Demon to manipulate. They seek artifacts around the globe that will conjure the spirit of this evil and they will place it into the body of a finished Clockwerk, so that he can rule in the Physical realm."

The canine tilted his head, pondering the possibility of what she spoke of. "You speak of the resurrection of the serpent of evil, The Devil himself. In some religions, it brings about the end of days. It is the first signaled step in a long line of steps that brings this world to its ultimate conclusion. Time will not cease but it would no longer matter," Raúl mused thoughtfully.

"So are you like, a guardian of time or something?" Bentley asked the question but it didn't quite come out the way he wanted to word it. He ran his fingers back over his head, as if sifting through hair that wasn't there then he rephrased the inquiry. "Are you a guardian of time or is the control over time something you simply have a supernatural grasp over?"

Raúl frowned thoughtfully, shaking his head slowly. "The latter, dear turtle. I would, however, decimate any man who sought to re-write history. The outcome of changing the past is devastating. What is your reason for visiting the past, you two?"

"We were attacked while trying to put a stop to this 'Nagan' Joker," Carmelita replied flatly. Her ears laid back upon speaking the name. Poliandro nodded slowly in return then reached a paw to touch his lower lip for a moment.

"You cannot return to the present with any time altering information concerning the past or future. That means no betting or gambling or playing the loophole for personal gain," The dog told them, before adding, "That means no one here tries to take over the world. No one here tries to make any serious changes. Now, everyone wants to go back in time to change a mistake. Tell me the truth, what is your intention?"

Carmelita Fox shook her head slowly with a sigh. "Stop our group from being killed. Then we're going to help them stop Clockwerk, The Sire and Karla Chintzy from becoming successful in their endeavors to bring about the Revelations from occurring. I fought Chintzy in some sort of Limbo world. I know how crazy this chick is. I've seen the battlefield of bodies. I know they're serious and we've got to hurry."

"This sounds rather serious," Raúl mused with an airy tone. "I do not 'show off' my abilities and I am certainly not 'father time' or any of that jargon. I am simply a man with a large responsibility. I will try my best to keep an eye on you. This argot is not something I am used to and every idiom that I've fed you is something that I will hope you both forget. Am I making myself clear?"

Bentley ushered Carmelita off, towards the bathroom, to hide her shock pistol. "Are you telling me that you want us to forget you ever said anything to us and in return, you'll allow us to finish our business?" Asked the brainy tortoise.

"That is what I mean to say to you both," Said the canine with a slow nod of his head. "But if I catch either of you abusing the power of time itself, you'll both be very sorry." And just like that, time returned to its normal speed and Raúl Sergio Poliandro was gone. Once Carmelita returned, without her shock pistol, she glanced around.

"Where'd he go?" She asked. Bentley simply shrugged. It was awkward knowing that they had someone watching them who had the ability to stop objects and life itself. Fortunately, the two of them still had a full 19 minutes to get ready for the flight. "Arrogant son of a gun, wasn't he?"

Bentley took a long slow breath then said, "I think he realizes the severity of our plight. If we fail time itself becomes meaningless and the power of time cannot stop a pure power of evil because evil is an infinite half of the balance of life."

"So instead of helping us, he's just going to let us help ourselves?" Carmelita asked as the two headed through the security section of the airport. "I mean, if all of time could possibly be worthless when the world falls into the hands of evil, or whatever, doesn't he have the responsibility to help us?"

The tortoise shrugged slightly, causing his entire shell to shift upwards for a moment. "He took on the responsibility of ensuring that no one abuses time travel to take over the world. If they do it through means of a linier sequence of events, it happens on its own and stopping time forever doesn't change anything, it's just… It's all messed up, let's not cause too much trouble," Bentley told her.

"Whatever that means," Carmelita replied, stepping through a turnstile and handing over half of her airline ticket. The other end was stamped and handed back to her. The two of them stepped into the accordion-like tunnel that led to the airplane and they took their seats. "I'd better not have to fight that pink bitch again."

"We'll try our best to avoid that, when we get to Prague. Expect things to be difficult," Bentley mused. "Every bad guy has a backup plan. If we put an end to their tyranny with one fell swoop, expect for them to play by a different set of rules. I expect this to be exceedingly difficult. First thing is first, upon arrival, we have to find and destroy the new Clockwerk Hate Chip. Maybe we can find something of use on location at the bank that will help us stop Karla early on. However, we can't take her out right away."

"Why in the heck not?" Carmelita asked, narrowing her eyes.

Bentley fastened his seatbelt and his wheelchair was locked into place against the wall in a spot in the first class section designed for wheelchairs. He then turned to her and said, "Because she helped to keep us alive at certain moments. She wanted to obtain our trust and so letting her keep us alive becomes a vital instance that cannot change. We have to find a way to stop her without killing her or you'll wind up fighting her in Limbo again. You in a coma becomes a time consuming thing… if you stay awake the entire mission, our resources improve and our probability of success increases by about Twenty-Five percent."

"I see you've thought about this," Carmelita replied softly. "Then it's settled. Our first work of secular sabotage is to destroy the Clockwerk hate chip. I don't steal things, but I have no problem breaking it into a million pieces."

The plane began to head out to the main part of the tarmac, coming around to the fourth strip of runway, facing west. It was time to get this show on the road. Very soon, she would see Sly again and the rest of his group. They would all be alive and she knew this. It was time to psyche herself up and prepare her emotions so that she could stay as professional as possible.

They were about to embark on an adventure that, until now, was only written about in fictional stories. They were about to re-write history, more than for their personal gain: They were about to save the world from the force of evil, itself. Who knew if they would die trying or not… who knew if, when this all concluded, they would have the memories of this adventure erased from their minds. They could only hope that they managed to do things correctly and guide their doppelgangers through this journey so that they never even realized that anything happened and that they never had a reason to go back in time to begin with.

Carmelita was a nervous wreck. But she had her 'game face' on and was ready to stay professional until this entire thing concluded. For now, she could do nothing but sit and wait. The flight would take several hours…

A/N: LoL, I plan on giving them hell. It's going to take everyone to stop the plans of someone as sinister as the entity of evil, itself. He has many faces with which to fight them… Sly's Clone, Clockwerk's maker, Clockwerk, Karla… The Sire. They have to stop them all or they're all doomed! Stick around for chapter 21, a return to action!

-Kit