Sly's Thoughts in Prison
The exit is not far from me right now, only 10 metres away, I could make that in under 2 seconds which means I could escape if the door is already 15 seconds into it's 20 second closing cycle. These leather strips are digging into my chest a bit now, stop thinking about them Sly, the pain will go away once you ignore it. Think of something else, something happy. Oh, that night was glorious between you and me Carmelita. I wish we could do something like that every night but no. I guess your pregnancy isn't going to allow for that. Is the pain gone yet? damn still there. Where was I? Oh yes. What should I do to raise a child? I can't ask my dad because he hasn't had me yet and wouldn't know anything. I can't ask Bentley, Murray or Penelope, they were raised in orphanages and I don't want my child to grow up in that dark and grungy place. It may have worked on me but I don't consider that to be the ideal model for aspiring thieves.
What if he is a boy or she is a girl? I don't even know the answer to that. What do I teach first, pickpocketing, jumping, sliding, street smarts? No, Sly, you're worrying too much about it right now, when the day come you will be able to figure that out, you've still got a big steel door and 100 feet of dirt to escape from. Ha, steel. It's a steel door and I'm the thief trapped inside. Such an expert wordsmith you are Sly. I could survive as a bard back with Galleth, singing tales of thievery across the country. Ha ha, it was a good joke Sly, but seriously, that door isn't going to be moved by your jokes. I guess neither is time so just sit back and relax in this not so comfortable bed while being tied down with leather straps and zip ties around your wrists and listen to the sound of your voice. Yep, the sound of a smooth talking criminal. No wonder Carmelita fell for you superfly Sly. Oh wait, there's Dimitri talking through me again. Such a sad ending for him. He'd lighten the situation up a fit. Just the sight of his clothing is enough to get a crowd of their seats and bursting with laughter. Maybe that's a little too insulting to his fashion sense, he got some things right but maybe I should say his style was avant-garde to put it kindly. Wait a second, if Dimitri is coming through me then maybe I can talk back! Don't be so stupid… Dimitri! Are you out there?... nothing, at least no one will ever know I tried. Luckily Bentley doesn't have some sort of mental mind reading device or even that annoying Chinese guy. He was a real piece of work, same with those other thieves.
Do I have no competition whatsoever now that Le Paradox and Clockwerk are gone? Maybe that is le paradox, I thought getting rid of those 'thieves' would be a good thing for me and make be better. But in the long run, is anyone else going to be better off? Who is my son or daughter doing to face? The challenge has been wiped away by me for all who follow to have the easy path. But the easy path isn't challenging, it isn't that fun or honourable either. Just another thing that I have inadvertently stolen from others, I am just too good of a thief, stealing when I don't even know about it. Or is that just ignorance on my part? Am I too focused on protecting what the family name is and rejecting what the future holds? What legacy would I leave to my children? I could tell tales of defeating Clockwerk, Clock-la, how Arpeggio went through all that work to revive clockwork so he could be immortal, only to be killed off before getting the chance. The Cooper vault, now that's something I'll need more time to think about, why not now then Sly? You have no other choice but to think right now so might as well do it now. Should I tell them straight up about it's location? Maybe not, they'll have to earn that right just like I did and have to prove themselves in the gauntlet to get to the inner sanctum. What should I build there? I know that Bentley repaired it for me with Penelope. I have no special move that I can pass on like the ninja spire jump or rail slide. I'm just another Cooper.
Sly, don't be so down on yourself. You've done heaps of stuff that will be remembered greatly by your kids and their kids and their grand kids. You have defeated Clockwerk! You've come back from the deepest depths of grief and loss and from the furthest regions of time. But I have yet to come back from this little contraption. That's nothing for you, in no time, the gang will arrive and break me out of here and you will be able to continue on the Cooper name as the best thieving family in all of history! But I've got raise a child now. That's what I mean Sly, you have to keep the line going by turning this child into the next greatest thief in the world. Thanks me for pointing that out, I was more thinking in terms of myself. You are a bit selfish Sly to think of it like that because when that child comes out kicking and screaming, that child is what you will care for the most, not yourself, not anything else. But that will be in 9 months time, I have plenty of time left. Look at yourself; you're clearly not the same. You have been captured more times in the last week than you did before you're long hiatus. You need to know when it's okay to stop. I'm not stopping, how could I even suggest such a thing? I am a thief!
Sly! Just stop arguing with yourself, how could you even do that? Great, now I'm asking myself questions when I will provide the answers as well. Entrapment is such a cruel thing to have but then again, Penelope was right when she said it is a great place to think about yourself.
In Another Nearby Cell
These walls cave into me again; now that I'm here they will crush me like a toothpick. They will show no remorse for what I did to them and they will make sure I know it. But I know it already, I know many things, too many things to etch out on these freshly painted white concrete walls. Should I think of an excuse? They'll never buy that. Now that Bentley, Murray, Carmelita and that wallaby are coming after us. Who knows what Bentley is going to do to me? Staying in the cell might even protect me from his dastardly plans. He's probably been plotting this moment ever since i tried to show him what he could be instead of what he is. He's probably got some huge contraption that's very efficient in providing maximum pain over the maximum time. Facing Bentley is going to be difficult unless he has a change of heart but I give a 99.7% chance that he won't be coming with flowers and a box of chocolates. Let's see, if they left at the indicated time which was… 7:40am I think. And the distance being about 900km south. The speed limit in the motor ways is 130 km/h so dividing it out gives an answer of about 7 hours. They will arrive at around 3pm if they follow the rules.
But they are gang of criminals, they won't follow the rules. They probably are rushing over at the highest speed possible. Now that calculation is going to shave off a couple of hours at least, they should be arriving now then. Wait, no. That's a bad thing; I'll have to face Bentley sooner than expected. What am I going to say to him? Sorry that I betrayed you for money and power, that I've been such a blind and stupid fool that only looked out for herself and never for others. It's a start, the start of the end. What words can wash away the past when you have a time machine? Do I look past the past and convince him of the future that we still may have. Oh Bentley, I should have never done that to you in the first place. I want to cry but all my tears have been used up. All of them! Bentley will never take me back when he arrives. He will just move onto the next cell and act like I don't exist. If death is truly impending on me from that turtle, I would not like to be near him when his frightening death contraption takes me whole with frivolous indifference, knowing neither friend nor foe.
Time is against me, when has it not been so? In minutes they will arrive and the tiny heart in my body will pump with adrenaline as the wheelchair glides past my door. If he stops, the worse shall be assumed. I which case I must prevent my demise. Get up Penelope! Okay, stand here by the door. When the door opens inwards it will protect me from his field of vision. I'll climb up onto the top and go over the top and out, if he is alone he won't spot me leaving. If the others are standing outside then I have no choice but to surrender. I'll accept what is coming to me anyway; I'll pay the price for my actions which no jail shall give adequacy to. Wait, have I accepted that I'm dying? You are alive right now and you are going to make the most of it. You give it your best shot to win back Bentley, the perfect piece of poetry shall be my weapon while his will be bombs and saws and whatever other infernal devices that he'll thrust towards my tiny body. But it won't be enough this time, the pen shall be mightier than the sword once again for this brief moment then I'll never refer to it again because frankly, it's completely false. I'll take a Japanese samurai sword over a ballpoint pen in a fight any day of the week. Now poetry, I don't know where to start with the words but the structure, a Shakespearean sonnet shall be the foundation where I'll build the best make up in a relation ever!
Lyon, France. 1:31pm. 28th July 2013
"Have you set up all of the blocks yet?"
"They're in place now sir."
"How about plain clothes? Are they in place?"
"They're stationed all around the building sir."
"Are the teams stationed like I have planned?"
"All teams are go sir."
"Perfect, This is going to be very loud as they try to get inside, they'll have the police on their tail like a dog chasing a cat, they'll arrive here and we'll get them just like that."