The chopper made it's way through the dark skies above Paris. Carmelita was sleeping deeply with her head resting in Sly's lap. Bentley had just given her a sedative. Sly justified this action in his mind with that it was probably better to take the fight with Carmelita when they weren't high up above Paris streets. It was quite a long fall for a raccoon after all.
Would this really work? Sly was worried. The gang trusted in him, believed in him. And Bentley, despite all his intelligence, did so too. What if he was wrong? What if this plan couldn't, wouldn't work? Then he would just make everything worse. Much, much worse. He would probably even lose Carmelita.
Oh Carmelita. She was so beautiful, sleeping there on his lap. Sure, it was the sedative making her look so peaceful. She would be in a killing mood when she woke up. But still. This was a perfect moment.
The chopper started to go lower and lower. Sly saw the french countryside move past beneath them. Sly chuckled a little. Soon enough the whole french policeforce would be out looking for that clown Mugshot! Murray had done and excellent job playing big and stupid, Sly was really proud of him. But to escape the country they still had things to do.
-Are you ready back there Sly? Bentley asked through the intercom. -You know me Bentley, I was born ready! Sly answered. -Alright, take sleeping beauty adn follow us, we must meet up with the rest of the gang and get out of here.
We don't have that much time. -Of course. Are you ready with the explosives?
-If there something I know, it's explosives Sly! -Sorry, sorry...
As Murray landed the chopper just next to an old barn, right out in the middle of the french nowhere, Sly tried to see their escaperoute out there in the darkness. He could just barely make out the shape. As soon as the chopper touched ground, Sly threw Carmelita over his shoulder and ran across the field, away from the chopper and the barn. He looked behind him as he ran and he could see Bentley apting the explosives, and Murray lifting upp Bentley, wheelchair and all, and making a run for it. Gosh, it was incredible what speed Murray could get to when he was threathened to life!
On the other side of the field, hidden i the darkness, an airplane was waiting. Sly could make out a dark shape standing outside the plane. Mostly because the dark shape had a glowing cigarett its mouth.
-So you made it out alive, eeh?
-Where you hoping something else Dimitri? Sly asked with a big smile on his face. '
-Oh, no no no! Dearest Sly, I wouldn't want to see you dead for all the gold in the wo... Or well, you know... Dimitri grinned. -I know friend, I know. You're lousy thief after all. -Lousy? This is the finest silkshirt ever stolen!
-Stop with the joking and let's get the hell out of heeeere! Bentley yelled as Murray came running across the field.
-Right, right! Let's have a take off, yes? Dimitri said, dashing for the cockpit.
As the plane started to take off, the chopper and the barn exploded into a huge mass of fire. The plane shaked a bit, but it was already into nearly enough speed. As the plane took of up into the night sky, Carmelita mumbled in her sleep.
"-I do Sly, I do..."