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The Truth Will Set You Free
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Keywords oc 71234, sly cooper 1149, carmelita fox 632, bentley 246, murray 136, sandra cooper 13, slytunkhamen 4
When the gang made it back to the hideout, Clockwerk's furious cries still had their ears ringing. Even Bentley, who hadn't even left the hideout this go around, found himself shaking in his wheelchair. Once everyone was inside, Murray leaned against the door while both Carmelita and Sandra pulled the rough curtains down over the windows.

"Okay…" Sandra sighed as she sagged beneath her window. "Let's not do that again."

"Agreed." Carmelita said as she checked to see that her shock pistol had a round in the chamber.

"No argument there." Murray nodded.

For a good five minutes the gang just sat there, reveling in their success. Slytunkhamen was especially relieved, having been worried that he would not have escaped the prison. Once the realization of his rescue sank in, he stood, facing the group. He gave a deep bow, much to everyone's surprise.

"I thank you for freeing me from my imprisonment." He said as he slowly rose again. "I am in your debt."

"It's no big deal." Sandra replied.

"In all honesty, we saved you for a rather selfish reason." Bentley added.

"Your reason for freeing me does not change the outcome." Slytunkhamen replied. "Whatever it is you want of me, you will have it."

Carmelita stood up, walking over to the van and grabbing the cryptile from the time machine. She placed it on the table in front of Slytunkhamen, who stared at it in fascination.

"How did you get ahold of this?" he asked.

"That's unimportant." Sandra replied. "What is important is the character this stone depicts."

"He's our friend, Sly." Murray added. "We came to take him home."

Slytunkhamen gave a nod of understanding.

"I suspected as much when I saw Sand of Ra's Shepard's crook." He noted. "The similarities were astounding."

Sandra crossed her arms at Skytunkhamen's mispronunciation of her name.

"My name's Sandra." She muttered.

"Have you seen him recently?" Carmelita asked, completely ignoring Sandra.

Slytunkhamen shook his head.

"Recent events have made meeting up with Sly quite difficult." He explained "With the rise of the new Royal advisor and the disappearance of Princess Nefetari, Egypt has become quite a hostile place."

"We noticed." Bentley noted. "Though I have to admit, seeing Clockwerk as the Royal Advisor was a big shock."

Slytunkhamen turned on Bentley, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"You know of the Royal Advisor?" he asked.

Bentley rubbed his legs absentmindedly.

"Know of him?" He replied. "It's because of him I'm in this wheelchair."

Slytunkhamen's eyes narrowed and his face became grim.

"Does that bird's evil know no bounds?"

Everyone exchanged knowing glances before Sandra stepped forward.

"Maybe you should start from the beginning." She suggested. "Tell us how all this started."

Slytunkhamen nodded, then began his tale.

"The one you call Clockwerk came to Egypt from parts unknown a long time ago. He made a name for himself as a wise-man and was soon invited to the Palace. Within weeks of his arrival, he was announced to be the new Royal Advisor."

"No doubt he manipulated the Pharaoh to get the position." Carmelita snarled.

"Yes, but his crimes do not stop there." Slytunkhamen replied. "He began using his power to influence the Pharaoh's decisions. He increased taxes on the common people, had innocent people thrown in prison for even slight offenses, and many other horrible things. But, he will not stop there…"

"He wants to be Pharaoh." Bentley realized. "Not just a puppeteer."

"Correct." Slytunkhamen agreed. "The only way he will become Pharaoh is through marriage to the current Pharaoh's eldest daughter."

"Princess Nefetari…" Sandra muttered.

"But the Princess would never agree to marry him." Slytunkhamen stated with an air of confidence.

"Let me guess…" Carmelita responded. "She's in love with someone else."

Slytunkhamen gave a nod, and now his earlier comments about his beloved Nefetari made sense to Sandra.

"You two are lovers, aren't you?" Sandra asked.

Slytunkhamen nodded, a wistful expression on his face that the reminded Bentley and Murray of the times Sly would think about Carmelita.

"She is the most precious treasure I could ever have, and I never had to steal her. If anything, she stole me. We even spoke of eloping to Greece." His face fell as he spoke again. "But on the night we were to run away together, she was kidnapped. Sly believed the one you call Clockwerk is behind it and went to investigate. I have not heard from him since. I was going in search of him when I was captured."

"When I was sneaking through the palace, I heard Clockwerk talk about his plan to frame you for the Princess' kidnapping." Sandra added. "Odds are, Clockwerk hired someone to kidnap her, then set you up to take the fall. He goes and saves her, reveals you as the kidnapper, and she hates you and loves him."

"Ingenious…" Bentley mused. "Completely twisted and cruel… but ingenious."

"But now that I have escaped, his plan is in shambles." Slytunkhamen noted.

"Meaning he'll be scrambling to recapture you." Carmelita added. "And us as well."

That's when Bentley got an idea.

"More than that, he'll probably meet up with whomever is guarding the Princess." He said. "He'll find them, make sure they still have her, and if he does that-"

"Then we can put a tracker on the kidnappers to lead us back to wherever their hideout is and BAM!" Murray interrupted.

"Exactly!" Bentley concluded.

That's when Carmelita spoke up again.

"Just one problem, Bentley." She said. "Clockwerk knows Slytunkhamen's face, odds are he's seen mine, Sandra's and Murray's."

"And with the apparent likeness I share to the Princess according to Slytunkhamen, it probably wouldn't be a good idea for me to go out anyhow." Sandra added.

"He hasn't seen me though." Bentley replied. "I'll be just another face in a crowd."

Slytunkhamen looked skeptical.

"Are you sure that is a wise move, Bentley?" he asked. "If you are spotted, it is unlikely you will be able to get away fast enough."

Bentley smirked as he wheeled over towards the door.

"Trust me." He said. "I got this."

As Bentley left the hideout, Slytunkhamen went to follow him, but the other three stopped him.

"Don't worry about Bentley." Carmelita insisted. "He's the brains of the Cooper gang for a reason."

"But, without the use of his legs-" Slytunkhamen tried.

"He built that wheelchair with more gadgets and gizmos then my van." Murray interrupted. "If he says he can do it, he can do it."

"Trust in Bentley, okay?" Sandra asked.

Slytunkhamen was still reluctant, but sighed and settled into a chair.

"As you wish, Sand of Ra."

"It's-" she just threw her hands up in the air, groaning in annoyance. "Oh just forget it."



Bentley rolled through the streets of the city, avoiding the guardsmen out patrolling the area. He wasn't sure how long he would have to be out here searching for Clockwerk, but luckily he didn't have long to wait. Just as he turned a corner, he spotted a cloaked figure stalking through the streets. Though they had their face covered, the coppery brown feathers were a dead giveaway.

"Bingo." He let out.

Bentley watched Clockwerk go over to what looked like a fruit vendor's stand as if waiting for someone. Seeing an opportunity, Bentley rolled over towards the stand, his mechanical arms grabbing a robe and a turban as a disguise. With a little effort, he slipped into the disguise and rolled over to the stand.

"Can I help you today sir?" Bentley asked, doing his best to sound like an Egyptian (luckily he was better at accents than Sly).

Clockwerk looked at Bentley and then to the side, as if to make sure nobody was following him. Bentley had to keep himself from smiling. If only he knew.

"I have some associates of mine coming by." Clockwerk explained. "When you see them, make sure they get this."

He handed Bentley a scroll tied off with a red ribbon. The turtle took it with a nod, but Clockwerk kept a grip on it.

"Make sure they get it, and nobody else." He snarled. "Understood?"

"Understood, sir." Bentley replied as Clockwerk released the scroll. "I will make sure they get it."

With that, Clockwerk disappeared into the crowd as Bentley waited. Once more, he didn't have long to wait before a pair of dogs appeared at his stand. From their gruff manner and rough appearance, it was obvious these two were the associates Clockwerk had meant. One of them looked over at Bentley and snarled.

"You got something for us?" he demanded.

Bentley handed over the scroll, which the dog quickly snatched. As the two opened the scroll to read its contents, Bentley's mechanical arm slipped a tracking device into both of their belts. For good measure, he also slipped a bug onto their belts as well, meaning he'd be able to hear everything they say. With their scroll in hand, the two dogs flipped some coins towards Bentley and walked off. The turtle collected the coins and smiled.

"The bugs are placed." He smirked. "Now we'll know exactly where they are and what their plan is."

"Great job Bentley." Sandra told him. "Head on back here and we'll see what we find."



Sandra switched off her comm after delivering that final message, turning her attention to Bentley's display. Carmelita hunched over her shoulder, watching the red raccoon type away.

"You're pretty good at that." Carmelita commented as Sandra brought up the tracking screen and the bug's recording system. "I can barely make heads or tails of this set-up."

"Benjy showed me the ropes." Sandra explained. "I'm no hacker, but I know my way around a computer terminal."

Carmelita remembered Sandra using the name Benjy once before, when she had gotten upset about Slytunkhamen's capture and had broken down into an emotional rage.

You don't GET it Benjy!

"Is Benjy the brains of your operation?" she asked.

Sandra hesitated for a minute, her face falling visibly before she answered.

"Yeah…" She finally replied. "I probably would have been locked up long ago without him."

"If that's true, then why didn't you bring him along with you when you came to my office?" Carmelita questioned.

Sandra turned away from Carmelita, focusing on the screen before her. Carmelita sighed. She wasn't going to get any more information out of her. She stood up and walked towards the van, sitting down inside as Bentley came rolling in.

"Your bugs are working perfectly." Sandra called. "Got their positions on screen and the listening device on standby."

"Excellent." Bentley replied, shrugging out of his disguise. "Glad that worked because I do NOT want to go back out in this thing."

"Well, you're not supposed to have a bulletproof vest and a polo shirt underneath the tunic." Sandra joked.

Bentley tossed his turban playfully at Sandra, eliciting snort of laughter from the raccoon. Carmelita watched the exchange, shaking her head in confusion. The more she watched Sandra, the more confused she became. Like Sly, she was hard to read.

"They've stopped moving!" Sandra exclaimed.

The gang immediately gathered around the display as Bentley took control. He zoomed in on two blinking dots on the map Bentley had made of the city, and everyone was surprised by the results.

"The Sphinx?" Murray said slowly.

"They're in the Sphinx?" Carmelita added.

That's when Sandra perked.

"Not in." she corrected. "Beneath!"

She went for her knapsack, fishing around inside of it until she pulled out a rolled up paper. She then laid it out on the table in front of everybody, revealing a map of what looked like underground catacombs.

"When my gang and I were in Egypt back in my time, we used these underground tunnels to traverse the city without alerting INTERPOL or the grave robbers." She explained. "There are various entrances, but one of the largest areas is located here, underneath the Sphinx."

Bentley did a quick scan and added the underground map to his set-up. Murray looked at Sandra with a confused look.

"Wait, if you're from the future, how come you don't have that map on some sort of futuristic computer thingy?" he asked.

Sandra chuckled, shaking her head.

"My time is only about 110 years after your time." She said. "Technology isn't that much more advanced. Besides, call it a Cooper thing, but I like things I can tangibly hold over technological things."

Slytunkhamen picked up the paper map, studying it intently.

"The underground tunnels." he hissed, "How could I have forgotten? I used those tunnels as escape routes before I developed the Shadow Power Technique."

Carmelita patted Slytunkhamen on the shoulder.

"Don't be so hard on yourself." She told him. "Take it from people who have also lost someone. You tend to forget everything but them."

Slytunkhamen gave a nod, then continued to study the map. As he did, the listening system began squawking, signaling that one of the dogs were talking.

"Look alive people." Carmelita ordered. "Let's see what these brainless idiots tell us."

Bentley switched the bug on as Dog #2 began talking

"-Buyer wants us to double security on the Princess." The bugged dog reported.

"Are you kidding? What for?" another voice asked.

"He suspects trouble." The dog reported. "Says to keep a weather eye out."

"Whatever." The other voice decided. "For the amount of money this guy's paying us, I'll have security patrols doubled."

Bentley was scribbling down the conversation at almost lightning speeds. Everyone else was crouched around the device, especially Slytunkhamen, who was examining it curiously.

"What an odd little trinket." He said in wonderment.

A female voice then crackled through the speaker, catching everyone's attention.

"Please, just let me go." A young female voice that sounded like a more naïve version on Sandra begged. "I swear on Isis you'll get any money or treasure you want. Just give me back to my father."

There was the sound of metal on metal, followed by a frightened cry from who the group could only assume was the Princess.

"Shut up, or I'll make you." The dog warned.

Slytunkhamen's eyes widened as he practically leapt onto the table as the speaker was filled with terrified sobs.

"Nefetari…" he gasped

"The Princess." Sandra whispered.

Bentley grabbed the paper map from Slytunkhamen, then looking at his map on the computer. He noted the location of Dog #2 and circled it with a yellow marker.

"Now we know where the Princess is being held." He said with a smile. "Perfect."

Slytunkhamen did not share Bentley's excitement. In fact, the raccoon seemed almost desperate for action. He went to go for the door but luckily Murray intercepted him.

"That's not a good idea." He said.

"The longer Nefetari is there, the greater the danger she is in, and the sooner the Royal Advisor will get his treacherous talons on her." He rationalized.

Sandra came over and gently took her ancestor's arm.

"That won't happen." Sandra insisted. "But if you just go barreling in there, you'll only get yourself captured again."

"Bentley's gonna come up with a plan." Murray added. "His plans always work. Trust us."

Every fiber of Slytunkhamen's being wanted nothing more than to go and rescue his beloved Princess, but the words of Murray and Sandra rang with truth, so he allowed himself to be led back to the table. Dog #2 was done talking so Bentley switched off the bug, but then, Dog #1's listening device began squawking.

"What else will these guys tell us?" Bentley asked as he turned on the device.

"-Keep a close eye on this one." The dog ordered. "Boss says we may have trouble."

"You mean Slytunkhamen?" another voice questioned. "But I thought he was locked up."

"Well, apparently he escaped with some help." The dog explained.

"What help?" The voice questioned. "We've got his partner right here!

At the word partner, everyone got quiet.

"Partner?" Sandra whispered. "Do they mean-?"

That's when a very familiar voice spoke up on the listening device.

"You guys are definitely the dullest tools in the shed."

Bentley, Murray, and Carmelita all jolted forward in surprise.

"That's Sly's voice!" Murray shouted.

Bentley drew another circle on the map where the first dog was, his hand trembling as he did so. Carmelita just stared at the screen, her face a mixture of different emotions.

"Ringtail…" she whispered.

"Slytunkhamen is going to save the Princess, and he's going to stop you." Sly insisted, his voice laced with his usual cockiness.

"Oh shut your mouth, Ring-tail." The dog snapped.

"There's only one person who can call me that, and you're most definitely not her." Sly replied.

Carmelita hit the mute button, sinking into a chair. Everyone watched her carefully, afraid she'd break down at a moment's notice. However, she was an INTERPOL agent, and one of the best. She quickly gathered herself, wiped her eyes, and stood up.

"Our rescue mission just gained an extra participant." She stated simply. "So, what's the plan Bentley?"

Sandra gave a small smile.

"Toughest woman of her time." She complimented quietly.

Bentley ignored Sandra's remark, examining the map carefully. He muttered to himself as he traced his fingers across possible paths and plans. After about three minutes, he set the map down and adjusted his glasses.

"Okay, we know where these guys are holding Princess Nefetari." He began. "We also know they've got Sly prisoner as well. Getting them out is our top priority. However, we also have another objective. We need to make sure that Clockwerk takes the fall for this scheme and not Slytunkhamen."

"And how do you propose we do that?" Slytunkhamen asked.

"Simple." Bentley replied. "We get caught."

Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at the turtle.

"WHAT?!" they all exclaimed.

"Here me out." Bentley insisted. "Even if we save the Princess, we won't be able to pin this onto Clockwerk. He's been too careful to make sure that he's not connected."

"And getting caught will help to prove he's guilty?" Carmelita asked. "He'll just spin some tale to say we kidnaped Princess Nefetari."

"Yeah, and I doubt the words of captured criminals will be heeded." Sandra added.

"True, Clockwerk does have the Pharaoh's trust, but there is one he will trust more." Bentley countered. "The Princess."

"Still, I think it's safe to say she's been kept blissfully unaware of her true captor." Sandra countered right back.

"Which is why we're gonna show her the truth, using a little sleight of hand." Bentley went on.

Bentley opened a tab on his computer, bringing up a picture of Princess Nefetari. Everyone looked at it and were taken aback.

"Slytunkhamen, you weren't exaggerating when you said I look like her." Sandra muttered. "Put a little make-up on me and get me one of those Egyptian wigs and we could be twins."

"A fact we're going to exploit." Bentley explained.

Now everyone was catching on.

"Now I get it." Slytunkhamen commented. "Sand of Ra takes Nefetari's place in the prison while Nefetari pretends to be Sand of Ra."

"That way, when we get captured-" Murray began.

"-She hears the real story and can help us to expose Clockwerk." Carmelita interrupted.

"More than that, the fact that he will be presenting a fake Princess to the Pharaoh will definitely add fuel to the proverbial fire." Sandra finished.

"Exactly." Bentley replied with a nod. "That's the jist of Operation: Owl Bait. Now for the gritty details."

He grabbed the map again, pointing out two different paths he had drawn.

"Carmelita, Murray and I will take this path towards where their holding Sly. We'll cause a fuss so great that they'll have to send all of their men to stop us. While they're distracted by us, Slytunkhamen and Sandra will sneak into the Princess' holding cell. There, Sandra and Nefetari will switch places, then meet us back here with Sly. Once that's done, we'll need to go down."

"Sounds like a plan." Sandra commented. "When do we start?"

Bentley rolled up the map as Sandra took it, slipping it back into her knapsack.

"Right now!"



The secret entrance into the tunnels closest to Sly's position was conveniently located in a secluded alleyway. This allowed for Carmelita, Bentley, and Murray to easily access the tunnels without alerting suspicion. After all, they needed to be caught on their terms. The darkened tunnels were seemingly deserted, but as the group traversed the underground labyrinth, they could hear voices off in the distance.

"Double the patrols!" someone ordered. "I don't want so much as a snake to slither through these tunnels without you knowing it."

"Yes sir!" what sounds like a culmination of three or four different voices replied.

"That's our cue." Bentley whispered. "You two are up."

Carmelita cocked her weapon as Murray cracked his knuckles. They shared a nod, then rounded the corner.

"Hey boys." Carmelita called. "Do yourselves a favor and surrender now."

The guards all jumped in surprise at seeing Carmelita, then quickly turned to take her down. Carmelita took one out with a very loud shot from her shock pistol while Murray came charging at the other two.

"THE MURRAY WILL NOT LET YOU GET AWAY!" he bellowed.

His granite hard fists connected with the guards' faces and they fell like sacks of grain to the ground.

"OH YEAH!" He shouted, flexing his muscles.

"Great job big guy." Carmelita said with a smile.

"Definitely." Bentley agreed. "Someone had to have heard that, and reinforcements will no doubt be headed our way."

"Let's see if we can get them all." Carmelita smirked, reloading her pistol.



On the opposite end of the tunnels, two dogs were standing guard over the Princess' holding cell. The Princess was curled up in the corner of the barren room, trying to hide herself in the shadows as she sobbed. Over the sound of her terrified cries, the two guards heard a loud commotion coming from off down the tunnels.

"Did you hear that?" one asked.

"Yeah…" the other replied, "Sounds like a rescue attempt."

"Should we go help?" the first questioned.

"No." the other answered, shaking his head. "We have our orders. We stay here."

The commotion only got louder and the two could make out some of their own screaming in terror.

"REINFORCEMENTS!" One of the dogs in charge of the operation shouted. "ANY AVAILIABLE REINFORCEMENTS TO TUNNEL 17!"

The two guards exchanged glances.

"Should we?" the first one asked.

The other one glanced back at the terrified Princess, who seemed to flinch under his gaze. His eyes narrowed on her, then he turned away.

"She's not going anywhere." He told the first one. "Let's go."

The two guards disappeared down the tunnels, leaving the cell unguarded and the Princess alone. As they left, a patch of shadows shimmered, revealing Slytunkhamen, who was holding Sandra's hand. Once they were in full view, Sandra released Slytunkhamen's hand and shivered slightly.

"That was beyond unnatural." She muttered.

"My apologies for making you uncomfortable, Sand of Ra." He humbly told her.

Inside the holding cell, Princess Nefetari heard the two Coopers talking and called out softly.

"Hello?" she called. "Is someone there?"

Slytunkhamen approached the bars of the Princess' holding cell, eliciting a gasp from the Princess.

"Slytunkhamen?" she whispered. "Are you truly here?"

Slytunkhamen reached through the bars, caressing the Princess Nefetari's cheek.

"Yes, my beloved." He replied softly. "I have come to free you from this wretched prison."

The Princess seemed to relax as she was caressed by Slytunkhamen's paw, then Sandra came out of the shadows.

"By Isis!" She exclaimed. "My doppelganger!"

Both Sandra and Slytunkhamen shushed the Princess, then kept an ear out for any approaching guards. Luckily, Bentley's plan to draw their attention appeared to be working and nobody came running.

"My beloved, this is Sand of Ra. She is not here to harm you, but to help you."

"It's Sandra, not Sand of Ra." Sandra muttered futilely.

The Princess looked at Sandra with weary confusion as the latter examined and began picking the lock. After a few minutes, there was a definite click as Sandra smiled.

"You're home free Princess." She said as she slipped the lock out of place and pulled the cell door open.

Princess Nefetari exited the cell, embracing Slytunkhamen in utter relief. Sandra watched them hug, a sad expression on her face. After a few minutes, the two released and Sandra approached the Princess.

"We're not done just yet." Sandra explained. "We need to catch the one responsible for your kidnapping."

"And to do that, we will need your help, beloved." Slytunkhamen added.

"What must I do?" the Princess asked.

Sandra then smiled.

"How do you feel about the color blue?" she inquired.



Wave after wave of guards were falling by the truckload, some to Murray's fists, some to Carmelita's shock pistol, and others to Bentley's bombs. When not fighting off guards, the group would reference their map to make sure they were headed in the right direction.

"According to the map, Sly should be just around the corner." Bentley remarked as he dispatched a guard with his wheelchair's wheel attack.

"Are you sure?" Carmelita asked, letting off another shot.

"Positive." Bentley replied.

Murray didn't ask questions. Instead, he barreled down the tunnel, rounding the corner with fists raised. Carmelita and Bentley ran to catch up, dodging the guards that Murray punched, threw, and shoved out of his way. After a few minutes, the group could see a large group of guards standing in front of a large cell. One of them was holding a cane that all three of them recognized.

Sly's cane.

"That's our target, Murray!" Carmelita shouted. "Clear a path!"

The hippo gave a loud roar and ran towards the guards, who were all trembling and attempting to look brave. Murray attacked head on, swinging his fists wildly and knocking down guards left, right and center. Within about five minutes, all of the guards were down for the count and the cell was revealed. Murray plucked the cane out of the unconscious guard's hands with a defiant yank.

"That's not yours." He said.

Carmelita and Bentley joined Murray and the three approached the bars of the cell. It was incredibly dark inside and it was hard to make out anyone within the dark confines. Taking a deep breath, Murray grabbed the metal bars, pulling with all his strength until he wrenched the entire set-up free.

"Sly?" Murray called as the three cautiously entered the cell. "Sly? Are you in here?"

From the shadows, a raccoon-esque figure emerged, a shocked look on his face. His fur was a bit wilder than the group remembered, and his blue clothes were gone, replaced with an Egyptian wrap and headdress similar to Slytunkhamen's. However, there was no denying who it was.

"SLY!" Murray and Bentley all exclaimed.

"Bentley?!" Sly gasped. "Murray?!"

Murray grabbed the raccoon, hugging him tightly as tears came to his eyes. He also scooped up Bentley, who hugged Sly as well, albeit, not as tightly. Sly didn't even feel the tightness of Murray's grip, his brain still trying to process what was going on.

"What are you doing here?!" Sly asked. "How did you find me?!"

Carmelita, who watched the exchange with mixed emotion, approached the group with her pistol still drawn.

"It's a long story, Ring-tail." She stated simply, keeping her voice even and emotionless.

Sly stared at Carmelita, his surprised expression becoming even more so at the sight of his favorite INTERPOL agent and former partner. Seeing Sly's reaction to Carmelita, Murray set the raccoon down, then placed Bentley back in his wheelchair.

"Carmelita-" Sly began.

Carmelita held up a hand, not meeting Sly's eye. Pleasantries would have to wait. There was a job to be done.

"Not now, Cooper." She said. "Right now, we're in the middle of one of Bentley's operations, so listen carefully."



Sandra adjusted the Princess' wig over her wild hair, then smoothed out the skirt of the dress. Nefetari awkwardly tied Sandra's boot laces, creating loose and tangled knots. With the costume change, Sandra was now 'Nefetari', and Nefetari was now 'Sandra'.

"Are you sure this will work, Sand of Ra?" 'Sandra' asked as she straightened herself.

"Positive." 'Nefetari' replied, helping 'Sandra' tie the mask on her face. "Just remember what you have to do."

"Don't say a word, don't fight, and wait for your signal." 'Sandra' recite.

'Nefetari' gave a nod, then pulled the hood over the 'Sandra's' hair and handed her the cane. 'Nefetari' then walked into the cell, closing the door and slipping the lock back into place.

"Good luck, Sand of Ra." Slytunkhamen said as he took 'Sandra's' arm. "May the Gods watch over you."

'Princess Nefetari' gave a nod, then watched as both Slytunkhamen and 'Sandra' literally disappeared into the shadows. Once their footsteps, receded, 'Nefetari' sat down on the ground and let out a shaky breath. She was truly alone, weaponless, and helpless.

And that terrified her.

"Get a grip Sandra." She whispered. "Remember why you're doing this. This is for Sly. For Benjy… For Marcus…"

She clenched her fists and wiped away the frightened tears threatening to spill over.

"You can do this." she insisted.



Back with the rest of the Cooper Gang, Carmelita was explaining the basics of the plan as they cleared away the unconscious guards. Sly caught on pretty quickly, and gave a nod when Carmelita finished her explanation.

"Sounds like a good plan, Bentley." Sly commented. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

The gang cleared the last of the guards as Slytunkhamen and 'Sandra' appeared from the shadows.

"It is done, Bentley." Slytunkhamen stated simply. "And it is good to see you alive and well, Sly."

"You too, Slytunkhamen." Sly replied. "So what now?"

As he said this, a call came from deeper in the tunnels, and this time, it was obviously not the dogs.

"To arms men!" Clockwerk's voice called. "The Princess is down here somewhere!"

"Now we see if you still know how to fight." Bentley jokingly quipped. "Relaxing here in Egypt for so long, you may have lost your touch."

Sly smirked as Murray tossed him his cane.

"I'll make you eat those words." The raccoon promised.

Clockwerk and the palace soldiers rounded the corner, where the Cooper gang met them head on. Clockwerk didn't even seem phased to see them there. In fact, it was almost as if he'd anticipated their arrival.

"Well, well, well." He let out, smirking cruelly. "Looks like we've discovered the entire nest of kidnappers who dare to take out beloved Princess Nefetari! Capture them alive men! We'll present them to the Pharaoh!"

With that, the battle raged. Carmelita pistol whipped several soldiers, not firing a shot. It wasn't long before one of the soldiers managed to grab ahold of her arm and wrench the weapon from her grasp. It took every ounce of her strength not to break free from the brute's grip, but somehow, she managed. Murray ended up getting dogpiled by about a dozen soldiers before he could realistically go down, and had to fight his instinct not to send them all flying across the tunnel walls. Sly managed to go down next, having his staff caught by one of the soldiers and yanked from his grip.

"And I just got that back." He mused.

The soldier then used the cane to whack him upside the head, knocking the raccoon to the ground seemingly unconscious. However, a wink towards the gang revealed he was only faking it. Slytunkhamen stood between the soldiers and Bentley and 'Sandra'. His twin scimitar canes were raised in order to fight them off, but the Clockwerk stepped forward.

"Give up, Slytunkhamen." He ordered. "You cannot protect yourself as well as your two friends. Surrender now and don't make this any harder than it has to be."

Feigning indecision, Slytunkhamen hesitated before sighing and dropping his scimitars. 'Sandra' dropped her cane as well. Bentley just sat in his chair, playing the part of helpless cripple while simply raising his hands over his head. Clockwerk gave a sadistic smile as he nodded for a group of soldiers to take them all. Soon, the entire Cooper gang had their hands tied behind their backs, though Bentley's were simply tied in front of him.

"That was perhaps your first wise decision you've ever made, Slytunkhamen." Clockwerk taunted.

"You will not get away with this." Slytunkhamen threatened.

Clockwerk leaned in close and whispered into Slytunkhamen's ear.

"My dear raccoon, I believe I already have." He sneered.

He leaned back and addressed the soldiers once more.

"Spread out and find the Princess." He commanded. "She must be hidden in here somewhere."

The soldiers spread out to begin their search, leaving Clockwerk with the Cooper gang.

"And once they find her, I'll rescue her and be welcomed into the palace as the hero of Egypt." He boasted.

"You two-timing charlatan!" Carmelita spat. "The pharaoh will never fall for this. He'll see through your lies."

Clockwerk chuckled before taking Carmelita's chin in his wing.

"Poor naïve woman." He lamented as she pulled her face free of his grip. "I have the Pharaoh's trust. He'll believe anything I tell him. If I told him the sky was green or the Nile was purple, he would take my words for truth."

'Sandra' listened to these words, an expression of shock on her face. Still she kept quiet, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Soon, a soldier returned from patrol, a relieved expression on his face.

"We found her." He said happily.

Clockwerk put on a relieved expression as he turned to the soldier.

"Excellent." He said. "Escort these heinous villains to the surface while I go and free the Princess. Ensure they don't try anything foolish like an escape attempt."

The soldier gave a salute, then led the Cooper Gang away.



'Princess Nefetari' looked up as Clockwerk broke the lock on the door, pulling it open.

"My darling…" Clockwerk called softly.

'Nefetari' let out a soft gasp as she ran to Clockwerk, embracing him in apparent relief. Clockwerk wrapped his wings around her in a gentle embrace.

"You need not be afraid." He assured her. "Your captors have been arrested and will face true justice."

'Nefetari's' frame shook from what Clockwerk believed to be sobs. In truth, she was laughing.

"Come." He told her. "It's time I take you home."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Walk Like an Egyptian
The Truth Will Set You Free
After freeing Slytunkhamen from the dungeon, the team must work together to clear his name, as well as rescue someone none of them expected to see again.

Keywords
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