Fragments of a Broken Timeline [Book 3]

Ch.9 Go West, Young Raccoon

~We arrived in the wild west looking for our ancestors, Georgia "Belle" Vixen and Tennessee "Kid" Cooper, legendary outlaws whose bank robberies were some of the most daring in Cooper and Vixen lore. When we arrived, however, it took some time to locate the two, and we eventually found them too...in prison. Their arrest was the handy work of the local sheriff, who celebrated by posting up his own picture all over town. Geez... And here I was thinking Sly had an ego... Anyhow, we needed to bust Tennessee and Georgia out of jail, but after some furious calculations, Bentley determined that the best way to do that was from the inside. Christ... Looks like Sly and I are gonna have to let the law catch us this time, not that I'm any more excited about doing that either... This might be a bit of a challenge...~

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Year 1884:
Wild West

"Sly, Rae, they're already rigging up nooses for Tennessee and Georgia, so we don't have time for a complicated plan." Bentley explained to the two through the binocucom after having set out for the mission. "All my data points to one thing: The quickest route inside that prison is to get yourselves arrested!"

"Get ourselves arrested, really?" Rae raised an eyebrow.

"Look, we trust ya, Bentley, but I'm not sure about getting locked up in this town." Sly chimed in.

"Sorry, you guys, but it's the only way we're going to reach them in time. There is also another problem: They're holding both Tennessee and Georgia in the maximum security wing. To get yourselves thrown in there, you're gonna have to gain "Outlaw" status, so you need to make sure you build a rep before they catch you, otherwise they'll throw you in with the common criminals."

"Ugh, you mean like jaywalkers and litter bugs? Not gonna happen." Said Sly.

"Actually, around these parts, it's more likely to be goat thieves and tabacco spitters, just saying." Rae cut in.

"Right, but for starters, why don't you two try defacing all those posters of the sheriff around town? That oughta put a burr under his saddle. Get it? Because we're in the old west?"

Rae sighed. "Please stop..."

Bentley cleared his throat. "Well, anyway, I'll just let you get started..." He then disconnected.

There was a long silence between the two for a few long minutes, until Sly cleared his throat. "Sooo, uh...you wanna--"

"I'll go get the paint and a brush. Just meet me by the first poster." Rae then turned and walked off, Sly sighing once she was gone.

"And we're back to this again... Great..." Sly made his way toward the first poster, muttering to himself. "It's like she's keeping her distance from me, but why? I mean, she's not threatening to kill me or anything, so that's something, I guess, but still... This cold shoulder thing is starting to get old real fast..."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't been such an asshole to me in, not only Paris, but Feudal Japan as well, we wouldn't be in this situation, now would we? So it all boils down to your own stupidity."

"Whah!?" Sly gasped, turning to see the fox. "O-oh, hey there, Rae! When, uh...when did you get here? That certainly didn't take you very long..."

"I found a couple of open paint cans with a brush near a building that was being painted, so I decided to help myself. Anymore stupid questions?"