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Rooftops and Ringtails

Make a Thief Out of You
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Keywords oc 71253, sly cooper 1149, carmelita fox 632, bentley 246, murray 136, sandra cooper 13
Paris France, 110 years into the future.

The Cooper Van arrived in the future with a mighty crack and a flash of light. Once the light died away, everyone looked around hoping for a glimpse of what the future looked like. However, they were disappointed to see that not much had changed.

``Are you sure that we're in the future?'' Murray asked. ``I thought it would be more... Y'know, futuristic...''

Sandra just shrugged.

``What can I say? The more things change, the more they stay the same.'' she remarked. ``The rich live it up, the poor search for scraps, crime runs rampant, and the police get stricter.''

The van passed what looked like a telephone pole, only it was made of metal, and there were no wires running between them. On the pole was a holographic poster with Sandra's face emblazoned upon it with the word WANTED above it.

``Looks like wanted posters of telephone poles are still a thing.'' Sly remarked.

``Those are Central Connection Units, or CCU's'' Sandra explained. ``Think TV, the internet, and telephone all mixed into one single transmission.''

Bentley looked at another one of the CCU towers in fascination.

``Good to know some things have changed.'' He commented. ``Does the CCU have phone robots?''

``Nope.'' Sandra said with a cheeky grin. ``Those helplines were discontinued, replaced with an A.I. system that can actually help you rather than send you around in circles or tell you how to make a shrimp cocktail.''

Bentley raised an eyebrow at that last comment and Sandra gave him a wink. Then she noticed where they were and called out.

``Stop!'' she quickly shouted.

Murray hit the brakes hard, sending everyone shooting forward. Luckily, everyone was wearing their seatbelts and Bentley's chair had been locked into position in the van. As everyone recovered from the sudden braking, Sly turned to Sandra with a slightly annoyed look.

``A bit more warning next time.'' He said.

``Sorry.'' Sandra replied, unhooking her seatbelt and snagging her time machine from Bentley's. ``But we're really close, and I don't know if anyone's watching the place. Getting spotted by Garrett would be bad, but if the intruders are staking the place out, that'd be even worse.''

She opened the door to the van, slipping the watch around her neck.

``We can stash the van in this backstreet while we take a look at the warehouse.'' She explained. ``The security cameras in this area never work. It's why we chose to use a warehouse in this part of the city.''

Everyone unbuckled and climbed out, but Sly stopped Murray from leaving the van.

``Hold up big guy.'' He said. ``I need you to stay with the van this go around.''

``Aww...'' Murray groaned. ``But why?''

``Because, we don't know what's waiting for us, or even who we're dealing with.'' Sly rationalized. ``We may need to wait a quick escape, and I can't think of anyone I'd rather have behind the wheel if that's the case.''

Murray's spirits slightly lifted with that, and he gave a nod.

``Alright, Sly.'' He said. ``I'll keep the van running for you guys.''

Sly clapped the hippo on the shoulder, then joined the rest of the group. Together, they slipped over to a corner, allowing Sandra to gently peek around it.

``Alright, there aren't any guards and the street's deserted.'' she reported. ``Just be careful.''

They made their over to a section of the sidewalk marked off my holographic police tape.

``The police have been here.'' Sandra commented with a note of relief in her voice. ``Good.''

Bentley eyed Sandra curiously.

``How does the police investigating one of your safe houses classify as a good thing?'' he asked.

``Because that means Garrett got the S.O.S call I sent after we got attacked and came looking. Knowing how fast he is when he so much as hears the name Cooper, then the chances of my friends being alive just went up.''

Sandra practically sprinted up to the police tape, the rest of the Cooper gang following suit. As they got closer, they could see the large door of the warehouse, which appeared to have been literally torn open. The sight made Sly, Carmelita, and Bentley all pause.

``Dios Mio.'' Carmelita swore.

``What could have done this?'' Sly wondered.

``I haven't seen this kind of destruction since our battles with Clockwerk and Clock-la.'' Bentley commented.

``Just wait until we get inside.'' Sandra warned. ``But be careful. Pass through that tape and a silent alarm is sent straight to the police, and odds are, directly to Garrett.''

Sandra went to slip underneath the holographic tape, but Carmelita grabbed her shoulder.

``What are you doing?'' the Inspector asked.

Sandra looked at Carmelita in confusion.

``I'm going inside.'' she replied, as if the answer should have been obvious.

``You're about to interfere with a police crime scene.'' Carmelita clarified.

Sandra tilted her head.

``So?'' she asked.

``What do you mean, `so'?'' Carmelita demanded.

``So, what makes you think the thought of interfering with a police investigation will stop me from crossing that tape and finding out what happened to my friends?'' Sandra asked. ``Or have you forgotten what my last name is?''

Sandra gently pulled her arm free and slipped underneath the tape. Sly approached it next, facing Carmelita.

``You've seen what I'm willing to do for you, Bentley, or Murray, and what they're willing to do for me.'' He told her. ``We'd literally risk life and limb for each other, so crossing a police line is no big deal.''

He too slipped under the line as Bentley came forward.

``Besides,'' The turtle added, ``considering what you've helped us do already, crossing a police line is the least of the crime's you've committed.''

That threw Carmelita for a loop.

``What?!'' she exclaimed.

``Well, think about it.'' Bentley explained. ``You let two known associates of a wanted criminal roam free for three years. You aided and abetted said associates into returning Sly to the streets. You helped to break another criminal out of prison. Now you're aiding not one, but two Coopers in their criminal endeavors.''

Bentley hit the thrusters on his chair and he went flying over the tape, landing safely on the other side. He turned back to Carmelita with a knowing smile that rivaled Sly's trademark smirk.

``Coming?'' he asked.

Carmelita stood there for a minute as Bentley's words sunk in. Finally, she let out a resigned sigh and slipped under the tape. She rejoined the others, who were looking around the warehouse. The entire place looked like a warzone, with bullet holes and gouges that could only be described as claw marks.

``Holy Frijoles.'' Carmelita whispered. ``You weren't kidding before.''

``Nope...'' Sandra muttered, her attention on the ground as she scanned for clues. ``The RV's gone, meaning it probably got impounded.''

``I don't see anything slightly indicating this is a murder scene.'' Sly commented. ``There's no blood, no chalk outlines... Do they even do those anymore?''

``Sandra!'' Bentley called out before Sandra could answer.

The red raccoon turned so fast she may have given herself whiplash. She spotted the turtle over by what the gang could only guess what some sort of futuristic computer terminal. There was a red light flashing in the corner of the screen that resembled a phone being crossed out.

``One missed call...'' Sandra said as she walked over. ``From whom?''

``I don't know.'' Bentley replied as he rolled in front of the holographic keyboard. ``The terminal's password protected. I can hack into it, but it would be easier if I could use your username and password to get in.''

Sandra quickly supplied the necessary information.

``My username's FoxyRingTail937, capital F, R, and T.'' she recited.

Sly snickered slightly at the username while Carmelita raised an eyebrow at Sly's reaction. Bentley typed it in then switched over to the password bar.

``Password?'' he asked

``NSPCTRGRRTT29158303, all caps.'' she answered.

Bentley gave a whistle at the code.

``Impressive. That one would take a while to crack.''

Sly, however, started to laugh even harder. Carmelita finally asked.

``What's so funny, ring-tail?'' she insisted.

``Her password is Inspector Garrett, and I'll bet the numbers are his badge number.'' He said in between bouts of laughter.

Sandra gave a shrug, not even bothering to deny it.

``You're good Sly.'' She told him.

Sly wiped his eye, his laughter dying down.

``You are definitely my descendant.'' He replied.

The computer terminal dinged, drawing everyone's attention.

``Alright, I'm in.'' Bentley called. ``Bringing up the missed call, now.

The screen brightened immediately, and was then dominated by a picture of a male wolf with grey and white fur. He had bright blue eyes, and was wearing a dress shirt with an INTERPOL badge pinned to his left pocket.

``Garrett.'' Sandra said. ``He called me not long after I was sent away.''

``That's Inspector Garrett?'' Sly asked, examining the picture curiously.

``Yep.'' she replied. ``Inspector Garrett Lupine, head of the INTERPOL Cooper Task Force.''

Sly turned to Sandra with a surprised, and slightly excited, look.

``We have a task force?''

``Yep.'' Sandra replied with a happy nod.

``I can't believe you two are happy about that.'' Carmelita said with a shake of her head.

The two Coopers both gave an identical shrug, then rested their respective canes on their shoulders, more proof they were related. Sandra's attention then returned to the screen, where she squinted at the date next to the missed call, then at the date in the bottom right corner of the screen.

``That can't be right....'' She muttered.

``What do you mean?'' Bentley asked.

``Look at the time difference between the missed call and today's date.'' She pointed out. ``If it's right, then that means it's been two months since this call was placed.''

``Two months?'' Carmelita asked. ``But that's impossible.''

``Yeah.'' Bentley added. ``You were only in our time for about a week, and we were only in Egypt for a few days.''

Sandra pulled her time machine out from under her hoodie, holding it in her hand.

``Those missing weeks must be from when I was stuck in the Time Stream....'' She surmised. ``Benjy said there were some flaws, and he was in a bit of a rush when he set it...''

``We can worry about that later.'' Sly interrupted. ``Right now, why don't we see what your Inspector has to say?''

Sandra nodded and Bentley hit the play button. Of course, the first thing it played was Sandra's voicemail message.

``Hello world, if you're calling this number and you don't recognize my voice, then hang up because you've dialed the wrong girl. If you do, then you're one of three people. If you're the first two, you know what to do to get ahold of me. If you're the third, then I have this message for you. Better luck next time Inspector Garrett. Feel free to leave your usual rant about throwing me in prison and destroying the key after the beep. X's and O's!''

Sly was on the verge of laughter once more, and this time, Bentley was right alongside him. Even Carmelita couldn't hold back a snicker. The laughter died when the line beeped and a deep somber voice came onto the speakers.

``Sandra, it's me. I don't know where you are, and your gang is too stubborn to tell me. Heh, gotta give you credit on choosing loyal friends if anything. Still, I know you'll eventually return here, and I know you'll be worried about Benjamin and Marcus.''

``You know me so well, Garrett.'' Sandra muttered.

``I don't know why I'm even telling you this, but here it is. They're alive. They're pretty banged up, but they're alive.''

Sandra practically sank to the ground at those words. Tears of relief made her eyes go misty.

``Thank Heavens...'' she sobbed.

``I don't know what's going on, or who attacked you, but I can promise you I'm going to find out. I can also promise you that your friends will get the medical help they need. They'll be kept under 24 hour guard, meaning that neither you, nor whomever attacked you, will be able to get to them.''

Sandra sat up, wiping her eyes.

``See Bentley?'' She said. ``Garrett showing up was definitely a good thing.''

``I can see that now.'' Bentley commented. ``But your friends are still in police custody.''

``Better police custody than dead.'' Sandra replied.

``Sandra, I'm standing in your warehouse, looking at what I can only describe as a warzone. I'm begging you, don't go up against these guys. Don't go looking for vengeance or a chance to get even. You'll just get yourself killed. Come turn yourself in. I give you my word that I won't let whomever did this get to you, or to your friends. Just turn yourself in and let INTERPOL deal with these criminals, for your own sake if nothing else. Please...''

There was the second beep, indicating the end of the message. Once it was over, Sandra picked herself up off the ground, a serious expression on her face.

``Sorry Garrett.'' she said, ``But these guys hurt my friends. This is personal now.''

Bentley switched off the terminal, turning his chair around.

``Do you need anything from here, Sandra?'' he asked.

Sandra looked around the trashed warehouse, shaking her head.

``No, I'm good.'' she promised.

``Good, because we better get out of here and figure out a plan.''

Sandra cracked her knuckles, walking towards the door.

``Don't worry guys, I'm coming.'' she swore.

...

The gang established a safe house right in the middle of downtown Paris, in an old apartment building with its own parking garage. After taking a quick look around to make sure nobody saw them and there were no cameras or bugs, they all gathered together to discuss the net steps.

``Alright.'' Bentley started out. ``I'm sure we all know the drill by now. We're gonna need some reconnaissance on the area before we make our move. Sandra?''

Sandra pulled out a map of downtown Paris, spreading it across the table.

``We've got three targets we need to focus on.'' Sandra said, pointing towards a building circled on the map. ``The first is here. Le Hospitalier centrale de Paris. It's the closest hospital from INTERPOL headquarters, meaning if something went wrong, Garrett would be there in a cinch.''

``We'll need to figure out what kind of security INTERPOL has on Benjy and Marcus, as well as any possible escape routes.'' Bentley explained.

Sandra moved her finger across the map to the second circled building.

``Target number 2 is the police Impound Lot.'' she went on. ``Along with recovering my friends, we'll need to recover the RV as well. That thing has been our home for years, and frankly, Marcus would kill me if I let it sit in that lot.''

``Sounds like Marcus and `The Murray' have something in common.'' Murray commented.

Sandra smirked, then moved her finger to the final target.

``And finally, Inspector Garrett's office is target number 3.'' she reported. ``Considering how long it's been since the attack, there's no doubt in my mind he's begun an investigation, and has gotten enough info to at least give us a place to start with these intruders.''

``Reminds me of when you stole the file I had on the Fiendish Five all those years ago.'' Carmelita commented.

``Only, this time, you're on the other end of the heist.'' Sly commented right back.

Carmelita grumbled, hunching in her chair.

``Don't remind me.'' She muttered.

Sandra stood up, grabbing her cane and turning towards the window.

``Well, come on Sly.'' She said. ``We got some reconnaissance to do.''

Sly smiled happily, snagging his cane and his spare binoc-u-cam (his old one had died when he was stuck in Egypt and was currently charging) and following Sandra out the window. Carmelita watched them, shaking her head.

``What's happening to me?'' she wondered aloud. ``I'm sitting here listening to a plan to break multiple laws, and I'm not placing anybody under arrest.''

Bentley wheeled over to her, placing a hand on her arm.

``I know this is hard for you, but you made your choice when you said you'd help Sandra.'' He told her. ``I'm sure you were aware of what helping someone with the name Cooper entailed.''

``I know, and I didn't even hesitate to agree.'' Carmelita sighed. ``Sly must be rubbing off on me.''

Bentley smirked.

``Well, you did date him for 8 years.'' he reminded her.

That earned him a playful push from Carmelita, as well as a small smile.

...

Sly and Sandra ran across the rooftops, jumping from ledges onto lampposts and back onto the roofs. After a while, it turned from a normal trek across the city into a full-fledged race. The two raccoons streaked across the rooftops, Sly managing to get ahead of her for a bit, until she utilized her Piston Pole Vault to get ahead of him. By the time they arrived at the rooftop across the street from the designated hospital, the two of them were panting lightly, leaning against their canes.

``Man...'' Sandra giggled. ``I haven't had somebody race me across the rooftops that wasn't trying to shoot me with a shock pistol.''

Sly chuckled too, thinking back to all the times Carmelita chased him, whether it was through Mesa City, the Kun Lun Mountains, the Canadian wastes, or just around Paris. He also remembered the first run he ever took, back before the Fiendish Five murdered his parents. His father had him on his shoulders as they raced across Paris, Sly's childish squeals echoing through the night.

``I've had my fair share of Shock Pistol chases, but I do have a fond memory of running with my dad.'' he laughed. ``What about you?''

Sandra's laughter died away as she settled onto the rooftop.

``I never really got the chance to run with my parents.'' she explained. ``They died in a fire when I was 6. I was away at the time, playing Cops and Coopers in the woods outside my home.''

Sly looked over at Sandra, his smile fading. So she was an orphan like him.

``It's alright though.'' Sandra suddenly said, her voice trying to sound cheery but failing miserably. ``From the coroner report I stole, they inhaled the smoke before the fire got to them. They never felt a thing.''

Sly went and sat down next to Sandra. The mission could wait for a moment. Right now, he just wanted to learn more about his Great-Great-Granddaughter.

``So what happened to you after the fire?'' he asked. ``Were you sent to some orphanage?''

Sandra shook her head.

``The police are much stricter than they are in your time, Sly.'' She reminded him. ``If they knew I existed, they would have thrown me into the nearest juvenile detention center. Luckily, we were so off the grid that nobody even knew the Coopers had a daughter, giving me the chance to run.''

She leaned back, looking up at the starry sky.

``I ended up on the streets with nothing but my cane, your hat, and the Thievius Raccoonus.'' she went on. ``It was hard at first, but by the time I was 10, I could pretty much fend for myself.''

Sly gave a nod. Then another question popped into his head.

``So when did you start building a gang?'' he asked.

Sandra snorted.

``Believe it or not, I didn't really have any plans on building a gang.'' She admitted. ``It just sort of happened.''

Sly raised an eyebrow and Sandra smiled, explaining her story.

``I met Marcus first. I was...'' she trailed off, confusion crossing her face. ``15? 16? I never really bothered to keep track of my age. But yeah, I was teenager, and I was watching this street fight, and this HUGE black bear comes out wearing nothing but a pair of bright blue shorts and a pair of fingerless gloves. He was the reigning champion of the block. Marcus Maximus he was called. Anyway, he was fighting this upstart contender and completely wiped the floor with him.''

``But?'' Sly asked, urging her to continue.

``But, said contender wasn't exactly a gracious loser and stole all of Marcus' earnings.'' Sandra replied.

``And let me guess, you stole them back.'' He surmised.

``Yep.'' She nodded. ``My first real heist, I guess you could say. Left a calling card and everything. I returned the money to Marcus, who was actually living in the RV that would later become the Cooper Gang home.''

``Really?'' Sly let out.

``Uh-huh.'' She replied. ``He won't tell me where he got it, or how long he had it, but it was his home.''

``Sounds like Murray when he showed up with the van one day.'' Sly recalled.

The two chuckled, then Sandra continued.

``Well, Marcus of course thanked me for returning his money, and he even made me some food for the road as a thank you.'' She went on. ``Unfortunately, just as I was about to head out, the contender appeared with an entire platoon of his buddies. I'm literally surrounded by the heavily armed goons, and I'm sure I'm about to be seeing stars.''

Sly whistled.

``How'd you get away?'' He questioned.

``Marcus grabbed me by the back of my hoodie, yanked me back inside, barricaded the door and gunned the engine.'' Sandra replied with a chuckle. ``Definitely a smart move on his part. Those guys were armed, and all we had were fists and a cane. He got to safety and after that, we just stuck with each other. Figured fate wanted us together so why fight it?''

``So you got yourself some muscle.'' Sly declared.

``Nah, I got a freaking tank with claws.'' Sandra corrected. ``Trust me, you do NOT want to see Marcus angry. Or hungry. Or scared. Or basically upset in any way, shape or form.''

Sly's thoughts drifted to Murray and how the hippo's temper always seemed to increase his strength, especially when one of his friends was involved. Sly could still hear Octavio's bones cracking from Murray's punches after the former had hurt Bentley and knocked him off his wheelchair. Thinking about Bentley brought Sandra's second gang member to Sly's thoughts.

``And what about Benjy?'' he asked. ``How'd you meet him?''

Sandra smirked.

``He actually found us.'' She replied. ``It wasn't long after Marcus and I became friends. We found ourselves being hunted by just about every mob bounty hunter on the payroll.''

``Wait, what?'' Sly sputtered.

``Oh yeah.'' Sandra realized. ``That contender Marcus beat and I robbed? Turned out he was the mob boss' son.''

Sly winced, remembering a certain bulldog he'd dealt with on multiple occasions, and how he couldn't even step foot in America without drawing that dog's ire.

``So, he convinced dear old dad to put a hit out on you.'' Sly guessed.

``Eyup.'' She replied with a curt nod. ``It was a bit of a wake-up call actually. We managed to get ahold of the notice for our capture, and all it said about me was that I was a red raccoon with a `funny stick'. No name, no nothing.''

Sly's eyes became the size of dinner plates.

``They didn't know you were a Cooper?!'' he exclaimed.

``Nope.'' Sandra shook her head. ``My laying low had led not only the police, but the criminal element as well to forget the Cooper name. Not even my calling card rang any bells.''

``Ouch...'' Sly winced.

``Tell me about it.'' Sandra replied. ``I was more upset about that then I was about the hit out on us. I knew I couldn't let the Cooper name fade away for good, so Marcus and I came up with a plan. We would rob the mob of all they had and leave their bruised bodies for the police.''

Sly looked skeptical.

``That doesn't sound like much of a plan.'' He admonished.

``It wasn't.'' Sandra admitted. ``And frankly, it failed miserably. We barely made it passed the front door before we were taken down.''

``Sounds like the Italian job Murray and I tried to pull back when Bentley was still in the hospital.''

``Yeah, the mob boss separated us, drawling on and on about how much he was going to make us suffer for insulting his son, then locked us up.'' She went on. ``I was trying to figure out a plan when something got dropped into my cell.''

Sandra fished into her ear, pulling out a very futuristic earpiece. Sly looked at it for a minute before handing it back to her.

``At the time, I had no idea what it was until I heard murmuring coming from it.'' Sandra explained as she slipped the earpiece back into her ear. ``Eventually I realized what it was and put it on, only to here this very annoyed voice with the thickest Australian accent I've ever heard shouting at me.''

She immediately began talking in a HORRIBLE Australian accent.

``It's about bloody time ya figured it out, ya dill! Now, do ya wanna git outta dis lurk, or nah?''

Sly laughed loudly while Bentley, who had been listening in from Sly's earpiece, groaned.

``That was even worse than Sly's Italian accent...'' he commented.

The two raccoons ignored Bentley, Sandra completely caught up in her tale.

``After a bit of translating, I realized he was trying to help me.'' She explained. ``He opened the door to my cell, and I followed his directions straight to Marcus. Once we were back together, Benjy formally introduced himself, and offered us a deal. He would help us bring down the mob if we freed him first.''

``Freed him?'' Sly repeated, confused.

``Mob had a hold over him.'' Sandra simplified. ``Apparently his family crossed them when he was really little and... well, you know how well that usually goes. The only reason they spared him was because that guy is scary smart.''

``How smart?'' Sly wondered.

``Like smart enough to hack into the Kremlin security system while rewriting Beethoven's unfinished symphony.'' Sandra replied.

Back in the hideout, Bentley's eyebrows shot up. Sly was also surprised.

``That's... scary smart.'' Sly told her.

``He's got an eidetic memory, an IQ of Holy Cow, and wanted nothing more than to actually be challenged, something he wasn't getting while under the `employment' of the mob.'' Sandra described. ``So, we busted him out, and with him, we took down the entire operation. I personally got to crack the mob bosses skull with my cane.''

Sandra smiled at the memory.

``After that was done, we hightailed it out of there, but not until I left a note for the police.'' She added.

``What did it say?'' Sly questioned.

``What else? The Cooper Family Lives.'' Sandra suddenly started chuckling again. ``The news headlines blew up after that. All over the world, papers all said the same thing. THE COOPER FAMILY LIVES!!''

Sandra stood up with this big grin on her face after that.

``It's been years since that day and we've been together ever since.'' She said happily. ``The New Cooper Gang, as Garrett dubbed us. We've traveled the entire world, bringing down organized crime, robbing master criminals blind, and hitting the occasional private collection or public museum. We've had high times and low times, but no matter what, we've always been there for each other.''

Her face growing serious once more, she turned towards the hospital.

``Which is why I'm not gonna let them go to jail.'' She swore. ``Not while I'm still breathing.''

Sly's expression also grew serious as he stood as well.

``Right.'' He agreed. ``I think we've sat here long enough.''

The two raccoons examined the hospital building. The distance was too far for a jump and there were no lamp posts to do the Ninja Spire Jump. More than that, the police patrolled the streets in droves, their flashlights eliminating the darkened streets. Sly pulled out his binoc-u-cam, focusing on the building.

``Wow...'' Bentley whistled. ``They have this place locked down tighter than Murray's pants.''

``Murray wears pants?'' Sandra interjected

``That's beside the point.'' Sly told her. ``I could get us across that jump with my paraglider, but without enough height, we'd just get grabbed by those officers on the street below.''

Bentley got a smile.

``I think Sandra has a way around that little problem.'' He told his friend.

Sandra grinned, then grabbed Sly's arm.

``Hold onto my cane, and try not to scream.'' She requested.

Sly was a bit nervous, but did as Sandra told him. The red raccoon grinned, then held on as well.

``Now flying, Air Cooper.'' She quipped.

She pressed the button and the two were sent flying into the air. The sudden ascent caught Sly off-guard, but in true cooper fashion, he quickly recovered and pulled out his paraglider. With the controls in one hand and Sandra's cane in the other, he glided them across the street towards the hospital. Once they were close enough, he released the paraglider and the two Coopers hooked onto the ledge of the building.

``You're going to have to tell me how you did that later.'' Sly told her.

``I know.'' She replied.

The two got a more solid footing on the ledge, then peered through the window.

``What floor are we on?'' Sandra asked.

Sly squinted into the window, peering over at the directory hanging on the wall.

``From the looks of it, the 4th floor.'' He answered.

A police officer passed by the window and the two Coopers quickly pulled back, hiding in the space between the two windows.

``Police inside as well.'' Sandra hissed. ``This place really is tighter than Murray's pants.''

``We're not going to be able to get them out of the hospital undetected.'' Sly hissed back. ``There are just too many guards.''

Sandra and Sly shimmied across the ledge towards the other end of the building, looking for another building to jump to.

``If we wait for them to be sent to actual prison, it will be even worse.'' Sandra explained as they walked.

``Then we'll have to hit them in transit.'' Bentley suggested. ``I'll start searching for their hospital release time.''

``Thanks Bentley.'' Sly replied. ``We'll take a look at that impound lot next.''

There was a lamp post within gliding distance of the hospital and the two Coopers quickly took the escape route provided. Soon, they were safely away from the heavily guarded hospital and headed towards the police impound lot.

There were a few guards patrolling the area, as expected, as well as a heavily locked gate. Behind said gate, Sandra and Sly could make out row after row of impounded cars and motorbikes, each outfitted with a parking boot. Sandra took Sly's binoc-u-cam, scanning each car until she focused in on a very large, very brightly colored RV with more add ons then a tank engine.

``There it is.'' She smiled. ``The New Cooper Gang RV.''

``Man, I am picking up some serious readings off of that RV.'' Bentley said with a note of surprise. ``That thing is packed with more technology than I would've thought possible.''

``Benjy got bored.'' Sandra replied with a shrug.

Bentley accepted the excuse as Sandra examined the fence surrounding the lot.

``From the looks of this place, it shouldn't be all that hard to get in.'' He surmised. ``There's a loose bit of fence over there that Murray could bust through easily.''

``Question is, will he be able to drive the RV?'' Sly asked.

``Can he drive a stick shift?'' Sandra asked right back.

Both Sly and Bentley blinked in surprise.

``Cars still use stick shift here in the future?'' Bentley sputtered. ``I thought everything would be automatic by now.''

``Everything is automatic, and that's what makes stick shift the perfect anti-theft device. I don't know how Marcus managed to get the RV in stick shift, but he did.''

``Well then, you have nothing to worry about.'' Sly assured her. ``The van is a stick as well, so it shouldn't be too hard for him to drive.''

Sandra handed the binoc-u-cam back to Sly and the two ran off to their final destination; INTERPOL headquarters. As they got closer, Sly couldn't help but feel a serious sense of Deja vu. It only got worse when they reached the ledge right across the street from Inspector Garret Lupine's office.

``Wait a minute...'' Sly let out, realization dawning. ``That's Carmelita's office.''

Sandra smirked.

``Of course.'' She replied . ``What other office would the head of the Cooper Task Force use?''

Sly thought about that, and it did make sense.

``Besides, your little route into the building still works.'' Sandra went on. ``Up to the roof, through the air duct, down the elevator shaft and through the hallway.''

``Really?'' Sly asked.

``Yep.'' She nodded. ``I drop in there all the time and leave him little gifts, especially on Valentine's Day and Christmas.''

``Then why do we need to scope this place out if you know how to get in?'' Bentley asked.

``Because Garrett always hides the hard copies of his case files in different spots every time I break in, and frankly, we don't have time for me to go through every draw to find the right file.''

``Right...'' Bentley relented. ``That's a good reason.''

Sly handed Sandra the binoc-u-cam and she focused its sights on Garrett's office. The wolf was sitting at his desk, a large file in front of him and a small computer terminal open in front of him. On the screen was what looked like one of the nurses from the hospital.

``I need to get closer.'' She muttered.

Before Sly could stop her, Sandra leapt from the roof, hooking onto the ledge right beneath Garrett's window. Pulling herself onto the ledge, she perked her ears to listen in on Garrett's call.

``I'm sorry Inspector, but there haven't been any visitors for Mr. Marcus or Mr. Benjamin.'' The nurse told him.

``Nobody...?'' Garret asked, worry laced in his tone. ``No new nurses going in to check on them, no new officers coming to ensure they're secure, no strange shadows appearing on the cameras?''

``No, Inspector.'' The nurse replied sympathetically. ``I'm sorry.''

Sandra carefully peered through the window, watching as Garrett ran his fingers through his fur. He looked tired, stressed, and just all around bad. He hung up on the nurse, looking down at the file again.

``Damn you, Sandra...'' he muttered. ``Where the heck are you?''

Sandra wanted so badly to go in there and tell him she was right here, even if it meant getting a shock pistol in the gut. But, if this plan was to work, she needed to remain missing. Garrett finally gathered up the file, placing it in a locked file cabinet before walking out of his office. Sandra watched him go, then swung back over to the rooftop where Sly was waiting.

``He's been looking for me...'' she told him. ``He's actually worried about me...''

Sly placed a hand on her shoulder, using his other hand to lift Sandra's chin.

``Then what do you say we make sure that this plan goes down with a bit of a Cooper flare.'' He suggested. ``Make sure he knows your back.''

Sandra looked up and smiled.

``He'll be chasing me across the rooftops in no time.'' She declared.

Sly nodded, and with that, the two Coopers headed back towards the hideout, ready to begin the next step in their operation.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The Truth Will Set You Free
Make a Thief Out of You
Sandra and the Cooper Gang arrive in the future, where they must scramble to locate Sandra's missing team, as well as find out who it is that nearly killed them to begin with.

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