A Thief's Honor [Book 2]

Ch.26 Dead Men Tell No Tales

They got the message late one Saturday night. Dimitri was calling in the favor Sly and Rae had promised him back in Holland. He'd gone ahead and booked the whole team passage under assumed identities to none other than Blood Bath Bay. Penelope was dressed in a skirt suit, a laptop on her lap; the Panda King was dressed like he belonged in France; Murray looked like a goth kid; Bentley was dressed in what seemed to be a wealthy cowboy attire; the Guru looked like he belonged at a sporting event; Sly was dressed like a pimp; and Rae was dressed in a tight mini dress with heels and a crop top leather jacket.

Easily the most lawless town on earth, Blood Bath Bay is home to a group of cultural hermits who doggedly maintain the ways of their forefathers. The cruise over gave the gang time to get the rundown from Dimitri. His grandfather, Reme Lousteau, was a pioneer in deep sea diving; he made a fortune looting undersea wrecks. Although, his luck ran short when a young cutthroat by the name of Black-Spot Pete stole, not only all his loot, but his precious diving gear as well. A broken man, Reme retried from treasure hunting and eventually started a family. Dimitri, growing up on his grandfather's stories, dreamed of one day recovering the gear. So that was their task. They've been called in to get their hands on this miraculous diving equipment. Not all bad, really, because if things go their way, the team might get a frog man out of the deal, which Bentley thinks will be a big help in cracking the Cooper/Vixen Vault. That Bentley, always thinking...

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Blood Bath Bay, the Caribbean Sea
7:48 PM

Sly and Rae exited the Safe House, the raccoon glancing back at the fox as she pushed some hair off her shoulder. "You sure you're okay, Rae?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, it just feels a little warmer than I would like here."

"It is a little warm out here, I'll admit... Maybe it's because it's such a small island."

"But even then, it's off the coast, isn't it? So then shouldn't that mean it should be colder?"

"Not necessarily." A voice spoke up through their earpieces.

"Bentley?" They both questioned.

"Blood Bath Bay is located near the median, which is right between the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, which means that it would be much warmer since it's a lot closer to the Earth's Core. Make sense?"

"In a weird, logical way, I guess." Sly said.

"Now that you mention it, everything actually makes more sense now. So this warm heat doesn't seem so out of the ordinary." Rae then said. "But in any case, aside from climate control, what's our objective?"

"I've marked Black-Spot Pete's position, so make your way toward him, then I'll fill both of you in on your mission."

"Roger that." The two replied before dashing off, heading for where Black-Spot Pete was.

When the two were near the old pirate, they grabbed their binocucom and contacted Bentley. "There he is, Black-Spot Pete." He said.

"I didn't think pirates could get that old; thought scurvy would get 'em or something." Sly noted.

"Don't lower your guard for an instant." The turtle warned. "All pirates are killers, plain as that, and they don't trust outsiders at all. In any case though, are your guy's pirate accents?"

"Argh! I forgot me number two pencil for the scantron test!" Sly said in a pirate voice, Rae swatting his arm.

"You idiot..." She scolded, but couldn't help chuckling a bit.