Disclaimer: I do not own Sly Cooper or this song. Sly Cooper and other related characters are property and creation of SuckerPunch, not me. This song is also not mine. The song belongs to its creator, not me.Well welcome to my three or five part event. These will be the last chapters of the series, or not. I might decide to make more after the last chapter or make a new series, but I don't know. Enjoy.
Into Interpol, Part 1
To be your loveCarmelita was at Interpol and Sly and the gang would soon join her. They gathered in their apartment living room, huddling over Bently's computer.
"First Sly, you need to do recon. We need to know where she is and then we can go from there." Bently typed along on the lap tops keyboard. "Here is the schedule of the whole building staff. It is four fifteen now, so it looks like we're in luck."
"How so?" Sly, who was standing over Bently's left shoulder, asked. He was worried and angered. There was one person who came to his mind who could have done this, and his name was on the schedule.
"Well, because most of the staff is out of the building. They are either at home or on duty else where." Bently tried to explain. "For a ninety nine percent chance of a safe rescue, we need to leave now and get there in ten minutes." He turned to Murry. "Do you think you can get us there in time?"
Murry finished his bag of chips and tightened his gloves. "Let's do this!" And with that they were out the door and in the van.
While Murry was driving, Bently only had a limited amount of time to brief Sly.
"I need you to take pictures of all available entrances/exits on this half of the building." The turtle pointed to the blueprints on his laptop screen. "It is likely that if Carmelita had indeed been captured, the would have taken her to the interrogation rooms located there."
Sly pretty much knew his way around Interpol, having been there several times. The photos would serve as a guide for Bently, just in case anything unexpected would happen. And with Sly, this was almost sure to happen.
Eeeeeeeeeekkkkkk! The van jerked to a halt. "This is where you get out." Murry told Sly now that they had reached their mark.
"Show time." Sly grinned. "This is going to be an entertaining morning." He took to scaling the near by building. Murry had parked several buildings away from the actual Interpol Headquarters. Sly had to jump over the slick rooftops to reach his destination and entered in through the air ducts. He placed glowing arrow stickers on the inside of the air duct to lead the way back to the way he came all while taking pictures for Bently.
Let me be yours tonight
Hold me in yours arms all night
Leave the worlds far behind
Take me High,to your paradise
"Sly? Come in are you there?" Bently chattered away on the Binocucom. "Watch out. There are invisible security lasers up ahead three feet. You will need to crawl under them."
With out a word, Sly did as he was told and crawled flat on his stomach under the lasers. He was only millimeters under the lasers and had the singed fur to prove it. Looking into the rooms as he slithered pass them, there had yet to be any sign of Carmelita.
"Where is she!" Clenching his fist, Sly became angered. He had been crawling in all the suspected places to where Carmelita might be being held, but to no avail.
Murry was in the van playing on a hand held video game device when one photo Sly had sent Bently caught his attention.
"Hey, what was that?" Murry pointed to a over lap of the air duct.
Bently took a closer look. "Hey, Sly?"
"Yeah Bently?" Sly called back.
"Why don't you go back five feet. You will see an overlap in the ducts construction."
Doing as he was told, Sly turned around and examined the duct. There seemed to be some sort of latch on it. He picked the lock and was able to slide that part of the air duct back.
"Murry you are a genius!" Bently shoved his friend. "A secret latch! No wonder you have been crawling in circles."
The hippo did not much want any praise that had nothing to do with a fight or bashing skulls.
"Thanks Murry." Sly called in. He was now in a secret air duct that had access to exclusive rooms in Interpol.
Carmelita was still was waiting for the calico, Elle, to come back and throw more empty threats at her. But when half an hour passed, the fox decided it was time for a jail break.
You are the one I love
You are the one I need
You're the only one in my heart
Baby come save me
"Oh, I wonder where Sly is..." She muttered. "Probably still thinks I am sleeping at home. Oh, well." On a whim, Carmelita did something a little drastic. Arching her body forward, the fox did a forward flip and sent the chair she was handcuffed to crashing into the two-way mirror. Now, not only did the mirror break, but so did the chair, leaving her free, but still cuffed. She surveyed the scene, it did not look good. Carmelita knew that others in the office had heard her ruckus. Acting quickly, she pulled a bobby pin from her hair and went to work on her cuffs.
"There's no need for that." A voice called from behind the fox.
"Huh?" Elle had entered the room, gun drawn.
"I am always amazed at what you can do." He purred sarcastically. "A broken mirror and chair, Ms. Fox? Tsk, tsk." The calico edged in closer to Carmelita. "Now we really do have something to charge you with, destruction of police property."
Carmelita slipped the pin back in her hair. "You know, Elle, as I sat in that chair I had plenty of time to think about what I was going to do once I got free." Her devilish grin spread over her face.
"Oh, and what would that be? Go to the arms of your raccoon?" Now he was really pushing it.
"This!" Carmelita picked up a piece of mirror glass and rushed him. Elle let off a shot in the fox's direction, but the only thing he hit was her cuff, subsequently setting her free. "I am going to get you!" She slit his arm and made way for the door while the calico was distracted.
Nursing his wound, Elle managed to get off a few more shots at the fox.
"All available officers, there is an escapee in the basement interrogation rooms. Suspect is a female fox, raven hair, and is armed and dangerous." He called in over his walkie. "Former Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox and current interest of this Interpol branch. Stop her at all cost, but leave her alive even if it is just barely." Elle chuckled is his raspy voice. "Going to get you one way or another." He seemed very sure of himself.
The touch of your hand
Can take all my pain away
And the sound of your voice
Heals my soul, Forever I'm Yours
Carmelita dashed out of that door and into the hallway faster than Elle could turn around to see she was gone. She knew where that cat had taken her, Interpol's level 3 interrogation cells. "Up the four flights of stairs, out to the fire exit, and then make a left." This was what she remembered to be the way out of Interpol and onto the roof tops, where she needed to be. By now Carmelita knew the guards would be after her and she would have to be quick in order to not get caught. She was in the stairwell now and shouting was coming from behind her. The officers were gaining on her.
"Ugh! Damn that cat." Carmelita held her right above hip where the bullet grazed her and left a gash. It was gushing with blood and Carmelita was losing her focus. That, combined with her twisted ankle, courtesy of Elle, left her at a disadvantage to those trailing behind her. "The next time I see him, I'll give him more than a little scratch..." Still feisty, she managed to make it up two floors and would have to take her leave. Carmelita would not be making her escape through the roof top, but she was uncertain if she could make it there in her current condition.
"Up there!" Someone below her in the stairwell shouted to his fellow officers. He had seen the trail of blood that Carmelita was leaving. "No need to be in a rush." He pointed out the trail to the others. "She can not get too much further."
Baby, I love you and I can't live without you
I can't imagine how life would be without you
You make the world complete
You mean the world to me
They all shared in a laugh that Carmelita heard and fueled her to go on.
"Let's get going." The same officer started the pursuit up again.
"Uh." It did not take long before Carmelita had stumbled and lost her balance. She was about to fall and the other officers would have her for sure. "This is it." Was the last words she thought before blacking out.
CRASH!
You are the one I love
You are the one I need
You're the only one in my heart
Baby come save me
Sly was still in the air ducts, searching for any sign of Carmelita when he heard a crash some where up a head.
"Bently, did you hear that?" He called in over the com links.
"Yes I did Sly and knowing Carmelita, it was probably her who made the disturbance." Bently was checking over his data that had been collected so far. "From my calculation, and the pattern of the building, you should see a room to you left in ten yards. That is he most likely spot in which the noise occurred."
"Alright, should not take too long to get there." He checked for more lasers which only slowed him down.
"Oh, and what would that be?" Sly could barley hear someone ask up a head. He knew he was getting closer.
"This!" A second voice said. This was a familiar voice, he knew who it was.
"Hey, Bently? I know where Carmelita is. I can hear her." The raccoon made his final call over his binocucom, then went to silence.
BANG! A shot went off. Sly knew he had to hurry, Carmelita was most likely at the receiving end of the gun fire. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! More shots rang out into the air. Things were looking bad, painfully bad.
Sly checked into the room he had heard all the commotion from. Only one calico feline crouched in the dank pit of an interrogations room. He clutched his arm; Sly could see the blood pouring from the cats wound and onto the floor.
Carmelita did that? Sly though to himself. That is not like her. Elle must have deserved it.
"Um Bently, this situation is not looking to good." Murry nudged his buddy. "We might have to get in their and help Sly and Miss Fox out."
The turtle rolled his eyes for he had been thinking that exact thought.
"Only if we need to. Only if we need to..." Bently sighed.
Blips popped up on his laptop.
"Um, Sly if you can hear me, I am getting thermal images from the stairs." He called over the com system. "One blip in front of several others. I am guessing that Carmelita is the lone blip and that the others are officers." Bently drew a breath. "Things are not looking good, Sly. Carmelita is slowing down and the guards are right behind her! You have to hurry and dispose of the guards! You are running out of time! Hugh, hugh, hugh." The turtle began to hyperventilate. His little nerves were all worked up. "This is too much!"
Murry past his empty potato chip bag to the turtle.
Inside Interpol's ventilation system Sly had heard everything Bently had said, but he did not need to be told what was going on. Sly could see the guards in the stairwell and the blood all over the steps. Luckily for him, the vents ran along the stairs.
"Up there!" Sly heard one officer call to his pals. "No need to be in a rush, she can not get too much further."
This remark really got Sly going. He clenched his fist.
You are the one I love
You are the one I need
You're the only one in my heart
Baby come save me
How dare they! They will not live down those words when I am done here. The raccoon was all in a rage, that is, until he laid eyes on the exhausted mess that was Carmelita.
She drifted and swayed like a drunken sailor. There would be no time to stop the guards, Carmelita needed assistance now.
Sly dashed from the vent in the wall and caught the falling fox as she was about to hit the cement. His eyes softened, the exhaust was written all over her face. From the bullet wound and the twisted ankle, Carmelita had been through hell. A single finger brushed her soft cheek, the delicate angel did not stir.
Carefully Sly wrapped a scarf around her wound to stop the bleeding and the trail. He carried her into the nearest room.
"Bently, I am going to need a way out of here. You know I came in here thinking that I knew all the ins and outs of this place, but the mob behind us is making it difficult to focus. Just tell me how to get out of here." His words were humble, this was no time for his pride to get in their way.
The turtle rummaged over the buildings blueprints from its creation to most recent remodeling.
"No can do Sly, there is now not only the guards following you, but the S.W.A.T. team on the roof and on every floor! Even in the ventilation shafts!" Bently heaved into the potato bag.
"So then there is no way out?! Are you saying that we will just sit here and let the take us?!"
"Far from it, pal." Bently calmed. "According to early schematics, there is a room that might be of some use to you. To get to it you need pull up the carpet in the room directly above you."
Without warning the door behind Sly burst open. Nine guards and six S.W.A.T. members stepped in, barricades and all. Someone tossed a grenade full of knock out gas at Sly.
On instinct, Sly held Carmelita in his arms close to his chest. His invisibility was useless in all the smoke, so he set up a decoy cardboard cutout copy of himself. This would make the guards charge the decoy and let him slip away. In one final action, Sly tip the copy over to make it seem as though he was knocked out. As the officers went to cuff the fake Sly, the real one headed toward the door, crouched low under the smokes haze. With the door still open and jolted up the flight of stairs and made it to his destination.
You are the one I love
You are the one I need
You're the only one in my heart
Baby come save me
This time he would do things right. Sly locked the door after having laid Carmelita down. He took furniture from the room and barricaded the door.
"Okay, and step two?" Sly had used his cane to cut the carpet from its foundation, but all he saw was cement.
"You will need to blast the cement, but be quiet!"
Sly charged his cane and gave the cement a few good whacks. First cracks and the chunks broke away to reveal the entrance of a tunnel.
"As you may have already noticed, Sly, this room is shorter than the one you were just previously in. That tunnel will lead you to the second half of the room. Now the tunnel is short, so if you just slide Carmelita into it and then you follow, there should be no problems."
"Easier said then done." He retorted.
This day had taken almost all Sly had. His fur was full of dust from the, eyes red with irritation, the raccoon was not looking so hot.
Doing as he had been told, Sly pushed Carmelita in the tunnel. He would have to hide his tracks now, but being as resourceful as he was, Sly knew what to do. First he placed an old filing cabinet directly on the carpet above the tunnel. Next he laid in the tunnel and pulled the carpet over him before crawling into the next room.
Come and save me
Cause I want to be your love
So, I decided to just have some fun with this chapter. I will be finishing Trio Plus One with a bang! Ha ha ha... Just wait and see. Enjoy.