Escape

Tybalt Longbow sat in the helicopter that was now flying to a secure prison in the northern part of France. He was handcuffed to a railing with both hands he blankly stared out the window and into the night sky. But in the confines of his mind, he plotted.

'I will get you Sly Cooper, and Carmelita too! As well as your little friends. I swear on my own soul I will get out of this and get at you again! Just wait.'

In fact, Tybalt didn't have to wait. There were three guards and two pilots. Suddenly, one of the guards took the butt of his assault rifle and smacked it into the side of his partner's unprotected head. The guard went limp. The third guard reacted by yelling, "TRAITOR!"

The guard leapt at the traitor. Meanwhile, the pilot of the helicopter pulled out his firearm pulled the trigger on the co-pilot's head. The third guard eventually lost his struggle when the door of the chopper opened and he was thrown out.

Tybalt gaped. And then the two men grinned at him. They both removed their helmets.

"Did ya think we'd let our brother get carted off to prison," Mercutio said with a smile.

"And with everything you had done for us in the past years?" Lawrence grinned, flying the helicopter.

"Honestly, I didn't imagine that you'd guys would pull of a jailbreak BEFORE I made it to jail!" Tybalt said. "Now Mercutio, do you mind if you get these bracelets off of me?"

Mercutio complied. "Sly n' the gang got away, and we don't know where they are nor where they will be."

"It's okay brothers," Tybalt said with an evil smile. "I'll just bid my time. And then when we find them, I will give them a false sense of security. And then WE STRIKE!"

The End

A/N: I know I know. This ending sort of sucks. But the original ending, I couldn't pull it off because it seemed way TOO awkward. So keep in mind that there will be a SEQUEL to this fic. NS.