Carmelita was on the run in Prague, having escaped from the Contessa's personal prison. She'd found that the warden had actually been a member of the Klaww Gang. She'd also been abusing her authority to steal from criminals.
At the moment, Carmelita had stolen something important, the Clockwerk Eye, along with a tank. Problem was, she didn't know how to work the controls too well, and there was another tank after her. The driver of the other tank was firing at her, aiming for spots that would disable her vehicle.
There was a few possibilities that came to mind, as another shot hit her tank, which messed up the controls bad enough, that Carmelita couldn't even use the breaks, even if she knew what they looked like, causing her to crash.
Her body was in pain, from both the wreck, and what she'd just been through, while under the Contessa's treatments. Her hand flew to her pistol as the hatch opened, revealing the face of the hippo Murry.
He looked at her.
She looked at him.
Murry looked over his shoulder, before looking back at the fox. "Listen, Carmelita, I don't know if you've noticed, but you're in the middle of a warzone, with no allies. One side wants you as a puppet to take the fall for their crimes, one side wants to frame you for crimes you're actually innocent of, and as for the third, they just saved your life."
"What do you mean?" Carmelita asked.
"As much as I don't like you chasing us, Sly's first priority, even before going after the Eye, was setting you free," said Murry.
There was an explosion nearby.
"Either the Contessa's guards or Neyla's mercenaries will get you if you stick around here too long," said Murry. "The three of us have figured out a way out of here. Come with us, and we might be able to help you to clear your name. Failing that, we can bring down the rest of the Klaww Gang and stick it to Neyla. She's a dirty agent for sure, using us to do her dirty work, and then having us arrested afterwards, not to mention framing you for being in cahoots with us."
"But, if I do go with you, that would be conspiring, and aiding and abetting, and all the other stuff," said Carmelita.
There was another explosion near them.
"Okay, that's getting too close for comfort," said Murry. "Sorry about this."
The big hippo moved too quick for Carmelita to do anything, as he knocked her out with a punch. He then took her pistol, the Eye, and then slung her over his shoulders. "Well, at least you could say that you went unwilling."
A while later, Carmelita awoke with a headache. She realized she was in the back of a moving van.
"Not that I'm complaining, but you should have cleared this with us first," said Sly's voice.
"I'm with Sly on this one," said Bentley's voice. "Abducting her wasn't a good idea."
"It was the only thing I could think of," said Murry's voice. "The shots were getting too close, she had the Eye, and she was pointing that pistol at me. Besides, given that she was framed, maybe she'd help us get back at Neyla for getting her arrested."
Carmelita checked herself for her pistol. It was missing.
"Looking for this?"
Carmelita looked up, to find Sly looking at her, holding her pistol.
"I'll keep a hold of this until you're better," the ringtail said, as he pulled it back. He then passed her a bottle of water and some fruit bars. "It's not fine dining, but it will help if you're hungry."
"Um, thanks," said Carmelita. She took a sip of water, and a bite of the fruit bar. "So, are you trying to recruit me into your gang?"
"It's an idea, but I'm not going to force you to do it," said Sly. "A temporary team-up is a distinct possibility, given that you are on the outs with Interpol at the moment, thanks to Neyla's lies about you."
"You had a hand in that, you know," said Carmelita.
"Making you look like a dirty cop was never my intention," said Sly. "You've been worth my respect, and while tricking you is one thing, I've never wanted to harm you in any serious manner."
"So, what's the plan?" Carmelita asked.
"Heading to Canada to deal with Jean Bison," said Sly. "He has a number of Clockwerk pieces. Take them, we can ruin him, just as we've ruined the others."
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