During the long trip, Carmelita started to think about all that have been going on the past few days.
'First I get the job of catching Sly and his gang, then a partner that ended up stabbing me in the back, locked up in prison only to find out the warden was a member of the Klaw Gang, and started using the eyes to hypnotise anyone there to do her bidding.'
As she thought about it more, she started to think of her accomplishments, and how they were possible in the first place.
'The only reason I had such a great arrest rating was because Sly, Bently and Murry literally stole evidence and set it on my desk only so I could arrest them. We may travel in different roads, but we always meet at one point or another.'
Looking to the others, she began to see how easy going they acted while traveling.
Murry driving while joking every once in a while about how he would join a racing circuit for vans and become a champ.
Sly reading over a file he had on Jean Bison, seeing if he had any weaknesses he could exploit against him.
Then there was Bently, working at his onboard computer, seeing if he could find a hideout close to Jean's bade of opporations.
They may not seem like it, but they are like a well oiled machine. They play at there strengths, and support each other in tough times.'
Thinking of her occupation as a inspector gone due to Nyla stabbing her in the back, she wondered if there was other bad cops in Interpol.
'Can I trust anyone that I worked with before? Should I become a thief like Sly and his friends?'
Suddenly she was brought out of her thoughts from hearinga seatbelt unclicking and seeing Sly carefully move from his seat and over to her.
"Hey Carm, pitty for your thoughts?"
Taking a breathe she looked to him, hoping he might be able to answer the question that she thought about since the day she met him.
"Sly, why do you steal from other thieves?"
A bit taken back, Sly was a little loss for words. Thinking about it, he came up with his answer.
"We choose to steal from other criminals because stealing from innocent people has no challenge. Thieves use what they steal for there own lives, I just want to bring them to justice, and honor my families name."
Taking in his words, Carmelita made up her mind.
Interpol wants to chase me for nothing, then I'll give a hell of a fox hunt they'll never forget.'
Getting a serious look, Carmelita looked to Sly and swallowed out of nervousness.
"Sly, I want to join your crew, permannently."
To say everyone was surprised was a understatement.
Murry suddenly hit the brakes and brought the van to a complete and utter hault.
Bently rolled his eyes to the back of his head and fainted in his chair.
And Sly, being the most surprised from her declaration, went slack jawed and dropped his cane.
"Did I hear you right? You want to completely leave Interpol and join us? The very gang you have chasing litteraly across the world?"
Keeping her determined look, she smirked at how with just a few words surprised everyone in the van.
"Yes. I might as well face facts that I neglected all these years."
Turning his chair around and got Bently to wake up, Murry was wondering somrthing.
"What facts?"
Sitting up, Carmelita looked to each of them, still holding her serious face as she began her explanation.
"No matter how I look at it, we traveled different paths, but ended up at the same intersection. You steal and bring down bosses on site. I went through the law, and by the time I get to the boss, you have him knockef out, ready to be arrested."
Thinking it over, the guys had to agree he was right.
Speaking up, Sly only had one question.
"Okay, but what brought all this up? Was it what Neyla did to you, putting you on the most wanted list?"
Taking a depressed look, Carmelita nodded her head.
"Yes. She used the law to make me a criminal. It got me thinking if she was the only one currupted in Interpol or not. So, I decided that if they want to arrest me, mind as well give them a fox hunt they'll never forget."
Looking to everyonein the van, she looked to them with hope in her eyes that they would accept her into the group.
"Please, let me join your group and teach me what I neex to know."
Looking to each other, Sly, Bently, and Murry started to have a silent conversation.
Seeing them nod there heads, Sly looked to Carmelita as she waited for a answer.
"Welcome aboard Carmelita Fox."
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