"I'm sure you would need a hair cut considering your hair is getting a bit long. Let me give you one for free. Sly, just point out when you want me to stop." The Director says as he turns around with the pair of scissors interlocked in his fat fingers. Penelope looks at her luscious blonde locks, fearing that this will be the last time in years before she posses such beautiful hair. She is momentarily saved by a ringing on the tablet of the Director. He is receiving a video call.
"You are so lucky right now, you know that." He mutters with anger.
"Almost the exact same words I said before." She mutters to herself. Remembering, and regretting, that moment near the canal.
"Shut up Penelope." He lets out with fury before calming his persona; he faces the camera away from the two occupants of this prison and receives the call.
"Hello."
"Mr. Director, I believe you know who I am." The voice says, Sly and Penelope are attentive to this voice, but for different reasons. One is of elation and hope, the other is hope mixed with being scared.
"You? Get off my coms right now!"
"Your plan didn't work out so good and now I'm coming to get you."
"Maybe you could say hello to your friends just before I kill them both." He bluffs as he turns the camera around to show Penelope and Sly.
"You're not going to do that, you couldn't even beat a child at poker with that kind of bluffing." Bentley replies confidently. He has won this battle.
"True, but while you may be so close, you are yet so far away. I am only metre away while you are crawling at a snails pace out of a tunnel that it blocked at both sides. You might as well give up now and turn yourselves in."
"Not a chance." Bentley replies with Murray being seen in the background driving along.
"At least you can watch this." He says as he turns the camera toward Penelope and gets one of the assistant to hold it. As they are working this situation out so that he can get the best shot. Bentley looks at Penelope all helpless and tied up. Does Bentley feel a sense of pity for her? No, it is what she has coming but it sneaks up on him like Sly often does, he quells it inside. Bentley doesn't want to see it from the other side of a computer screen. He wants to be the one applying the pain. If cutting hair is the worst he can do, then Bentley will have things that are at least 100 times more painful.
"I'll try and match your hairstyle, okay." He says to Bentley as he walks backwards towards Penelope brandishing the scissors. But the director walks too close to Sly's feet and they trip him up.
"You think that's funny?" He asks as he picks himself up.
"I take everything that I can get." Sly jokes half seriously. But the director has had enough of it and the pair of scissors are thrust towards the chest of Sly but they stop just as they are about to hit him. Sly doesn't even flinch. The director sucks in the deep breaths and looks for a reaction, absolutely nothing. All that work yielding no results. It's just like at school, all that work exposing those thieves not even being worth the effort. It is a feeling he doesn't want to feel again.
"If you really want to make an impression, try not to do the things which I expect you to do." Sly cheekily jokes. He is really making the most of his time now, making the Director as riled and pent up as possible all in view of Bentley, who has just exited the tunnel. The bright light enters the cabin of the van.
Joey is not far behind, they see the cars that are backed up onto the on ramp so they can't go up that way, Murray has an idea and it involves breaking stuff. He readies the red button as he pulls the van up against the metal railing that divides the two sides of the motorway. The big ram pushes forward and tears off the metal railing form it's hinges, causing it to fly across the road and hit the wall on the other side, causing more metallic sparks and shrapnel from the remnants of the railing to break up. They fall across the road, causing the drivers on the other side to pull on the breaks, in effect, creating a clean path for the two cars to follow. Murray goes through the gap and a slow speed until he is onto the ramp Joey is more careful not to scratch carbon fibre with steel and ruin this bodywork. He makes it through with Carmelita exasperated at his Joey's unwillingness to dent the car as it could mean they don't take enough risks. They rev the engines onto the off ramp and find themselves back where they started. They travel back into the roundabout and see the bridge with a truck loading the skips onto its trailer to unblock the arterial road. Half of the road is unblocked and it's the gap they need. Murray races over the bridge and past the truck and row of skips. But the light disappears as they enter a dead straight tunnel. That means they are only a minute or so away from Sly. They know it's not over yet; the police have been crafty in their tricks, almost too crafty for the police. Carmelita suspects it's not the police figuring out this operation but the Director himself.
And she'd be right.
The Director meanwhile is going nuts at the road blocks being moved away. Sly is taking it all in, it is like the Director has completely forgotten about them in the room. Penelope is also enjoying her former boss going crazy as well. They keep it to themselves and try to hold in the barrel of laughs that wanting to come out of their mouths. They can both see each other trying to do this and without hand to cover the mouth it looks like an awkward sight. Their mouths looking like they are about to spill over as the breath escape through their noses. They are happy for each other, if they are about to be tortured then feeling great and happy is the way to go. But they will stop this torture as long as they can stall for long enough so that the gang arrives and breaks them out. It should only take a minute or so.
"Turn off that thing!" The director shouts at his assistant. She turns it off but that isn't enough for the director who takes it and throws it to the ground sending showers of glass and semiconductors around the room. A tiny shard lands right into Sly's cupped hands. He discretely sees the piece and knows that this is the opportunity. The time for action is now. Slowly he runs it along the bottom leather strip to create a score on it, but not to break it. He repeats for the other two pieces, being careful to allow the Director a glance.
While he is busy breaking himself out. Penelope works on distracting him, she can see the slight rubbing of the hands along the strips.
"Weren't you wanting to cut my hair earlier or were you just to chicken to do it to a girl. Let's face it, you were never really in charge while I worked for you, more like you came begging for my services." Penelope says, conscious of stringing it out to give Sly the maximum amount of time.
"That is complete and utter lies." The Director replies, still in his aggressive state.
"I'll tell you what is though, it's that you won't achieve… whatever it is you're trying to achieve and we'll win." Penelope retorts back.
"Winning? Is this really about, winning? If you think it is about winning, then you are grossly mistaken. It's about getting thieves off the streets, it's about taking thieves away. I don't like having my stuff taken, neither does 99.99% of the general public. I'm doing them a favour by bringing you, Sly and every other thief in existence to justice." He explains with fury, his mouth is only centimetres away from Penelope.
"You've got some bad breath there, what you have for lunch? Stinky cheese?" She says, wanting to cover her nose but can't, her chest moves in and out form the change in breathing from her nose to her mouth to avoid the mouth.
"The smell of my breath is not going to be what you will be wincing about next." The Director warns.
"I highly doubt that." Penelope says. Seeing that Sly has decided to break out of his leather casing having made the scores and ripped them apart by flexing outwards until they snapped. The Raccoon is right behind the Director but he sees nothing.
"I think you will be more concerned about the fact that Sly Cooper has just escaped." Penelope says casually. The Director is having none of it.
"That is not happening, I will make you suffer and he will renounce his ways." He warns again. Showing his hand where the pair of scissors was, but they are not there.
"You lousy rotten thieves!" He shouts, ready to punch someone.
"You're right about the third part, but not the first two." Penelope corrects, over milking the situation.
"That's it!" He says, releasing his fist towards Penelope, on a collision course with her head. A force that it shall not survive. The arm continues its course, only to be stopped progressively by an unseen force. The Director tries with all his might to force his arm down but the arm doesn't go any further. Saved again, someone wants her alive and unharmed.