Ch9: Shootout at Seven
After Sly and I had made it out of the elevator, I immediately threw out a decoy and ran for cover, directly above the whole arena. I had a little bit of an idea as to have an easier time with the hulking menace. "Wha? My boys 'ave been yappin' about some dangerous dudes runnin' around crackin' skulls and... and... and dis is it? Yer the monkey wrench in my operation? Some scrawny rats with sticks! Eh... wait a second... I've seen that one stick before..." Muggshot growled, looking at Sly. He was actually falling for my decoy! 'Oh god! I can't believe how stupid this guy is!'
"Maybe when my father knocked your block off with it?" Sly asked Muggshot back. "Yer father? Wow... yer a Cooper? Y'know that Thingus Raccamagoocus 'ad a lotta nice pictures but WAY too many big woids." "So you wouldn't mind just handing it over?" "What are ya kiddin'?! You break into my place, steal my stuff, trash the joint. I feel transgressed and violated. LET'S ROCK!"
I could feel the ground shake as he walked on his fists, but still knew my goal: grab his guns and steal them so he couldn't attack us. "Sly! Turn the mirrors to deflect the chandelier's light onto those pillars! It'll fry his guns!" I exclaimed into the Binocucom, hoping it was quiet enough that Muggshot wouldn't hear it. I made my way over to his side, grabbing two guns off the shelf nearby and putting them in my small purse that Carmelita gave me.
I then made another leap and did a spire jump onto the edges of the chandelier, jumping to the middle of it and grabbing the two guns there as well. "AAHHHGHGH!" I heard Muggshot yell from below. "My beeautiful gun is destroyed! Good thing I gotta spare upstairs..." I heard him go up the elevator platform and then heard his confusion. "Wah?! Wh-Where'd my guns go?! Who took my guns?!" he growled.
"Oh? Looking for these silly thingies?" I asked Muggshot from up on the chandelier, aiming two pistol at him. "Hah! You don't 'ave the guts lady!" he growled, laughing angrily. "Maybe not... but I do have the brawn." I smirked. "A scrawny thing like you can beat me?! I think not!" he snarled. "Why not come up here and wrestle me then? I placed first in the high school wrestling competition back home. Against boys too. Waddya say to that, wimp!?" I sneered, getting him with the word wimp.
"I'LL SHOW YOUSE WHO DA WIMP IS!" he growled, getting on the elevator and climbing up to the chandelier with me. "Heh! Like I said. You don't stand a cha-" he was about to say until I punched him square in the nuts, making him loose balance. "OOF!" he exhaled, spewing some slobber on me. "Sorry. You're not my type," I smiled, kicking him with a roadhouse kick, sending him off the chandelier and into the ground, leaving a large crater as well as causing a small tremor. "Um... can you get anymore awesome, Sylvia?!" Sly exclaimed as he headed to the chair he was on to grab his section of the Thievius Raccoonus.
"I don't know. Wait until we get to the next place and I may just do that!" I smirked. "You... wimps..." Muggshot coughed as he fell unconscious. "Welp! That's two down. Only five to g-" before I could finish, I felt ANOTHER pinch on my ear. "SERIOUSLY?!" I yelled, grabbing the tracker and crushing it with my cat hands. "That''s number 18! Mother Fucking 18! I'm getting sick of you guys!" I left in a huff after that, Sly following suit.
We made it out of the building before Carmelita showed up, taking Muggshot to jail for us. It was then that I told Sly and the others about what happened on the rooftops. About how Carmelita said that Clockwerk wasn't the one that brought me here, but it was Interpol. And how they couldn't hope to send me back and that they wanted to keep tabs on my progress of this world. I didn't mention anything about how Carmelita knew what would happen and how the storyline was starting to suffer, since they'd just ask for some kind of guiding light throughout the whole extent of the series.
"I didn't even know Interpol had that kind of technology," Bentley frowned as we headed through the US on our way back to Paris. "I didn't know either. But... I suppose I should thank them..." I sighed. "If it weren't for them, I'd probably be dead just like my family... just like your family..." I looked at Sly when I said the last part, a weak smile on my face. "You know?" he asked. "Again... case file." "Oh. Right." I hated lying to him, but I didn't want to worry them. "Well, according to the case file, after a quick break, we'll be heading after Mz. Ruby," Bentley said. "Oh joy," I frowned. "Going after the voodoo mama? Mark down number one most disgusting place on earth."