A Thief's Honor [Book 2]

Ch.12 Flight of Fancy

Bentley was obsessed. Every night, he'd pour over the blueprints to Dr. M's fortress, looking for a way to get into the Cooper/Vixen Vault. He soon came to the conclusion that there was no way inside unless the gang picked up a dedicated RC specialist -- an expert who had mechanic and piloting skills far exceeding his own. After a week of searching "techy chat rooms," he found someone who could keep up with him intellectually; a gear-head genius from Holland named Penelope. She politely declined our invitation to join the team, saying she only works for "the best." Apparently, her idea of "the best" was her boss, the Black Baron, a big time dogfighting champ up there in Holland. He's so good that he's even set up am international competition called ACES to attract worthy opponents. A few days later, she sent us a counter offer: If our gang could manage to beat the Black Baron at his own game, then she'd know we're not just a pack of jokers and therefore, worth her time. So...we got busy. With no time to lose, Bentley and Murray worked to put a dual piloted plane together while Sly and I got our pilot license the fastest way possible. We'd prove to this Penelope that the gang was up to the challenge, even if we were making it up as we went along...

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Kinderdijk, Holland
9:23 PM

Rae was fixing her pilot outfit, having decided to wear a brown, leather jacket with some fluffy trimming around the top, a black sleeveless top underneath; black, skintight pants with her usual belt, but the logo was hidden by her jacket; her black, knee high boots; brown gloves; and a pair of pilot goggles on her head, pulling her long hair into a high ponytail. After exiting her hotel room, Sly exited his to meet up with the fox, smirking at what she was dressed in.

"Nice outfit choice." He said, trying to sound flirty.

She chuckled. "That's cute. Oh, and I've been meaning to ask: Are you gonna make me stay in a room all by myself? I mean, it's not that I don't mind the seclusion, it's just..."

Sly smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulled her close. "I thought you'd never ask."

"Ahem..." A voice sounded in their ears. "Could we please stay on schedule here?"

The two laughed. "Relax, Shellicopter, we've got this under control." Sly joked, but could hear Bentley groan on the other end.

"Are we seriously gonna do this now, really?"

Sly and Rae laughed again. "Oh, you know it." The raccoon replied, the turtle sighing heavily.

"Just...get on with the mission before I really do crack my shell..."

"Alright, alright, we're going, Bentley." Rae cut in before ending the line between the three of them. "Come on, Jokester, we've got a job to do." She said, taking his pilot cap off only to pull on Sly's ear.

"Oww!! Hey, come on! That's not fair! That hurts!" He whined.

"Maybe if you weren't such a smartass all the time, I wouldn't have to play dirty."

"What, you want me to talk dirty too?" Sly smirked.

Rae sighed, frowning as she yanked on his ear again.