Fragments of a Broken Timeline [Book 3]

Ch.24 Of Mice and Mechs

~We'd come to merry old Englend to locate our ancestors, Sir Galleth Cooper and Madam Guinevere, or Madam Gwen Vixen. They were gallant knights who first founded the Cooper and Vixen order, but unfortuantely, what we found was anything but regal. Sir Galleth had been reduced to performing in a circus as a jester, alongside Rae's ancestor, Madam Gwen, who was one of the trapeze artists, complete with ridiculous costumes. The villainess stench of Le Paradox hung over the entire area. We didn't know what was going on yet, but we knew it wasn't good. To make matters worse, we still had no information about Penelope. Bentley wasn't letting it show, but I know that deep down, he was pretty worried. Hopefully we would find some answers soon, but first, we had to go to the circus~

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"Okay, Sly, so first thing's first:" Bentley began as he contacted Sly on his binocucom. "You and Rae are going to need some more appropriate outfits to infiltrate the circus."

"Speaking of, Rae, where'd she run off to this time?" Sly cut Bentley off.

"I've already briefed Rae on her mission, and she's out going to grab the items she needs, though not necessarily in the same order as you." Bentley replied.

Sly paused. "...And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Bentley sighed. "Don't worry about it, Sly and just focus on your task. Rae's not going to run off again, she's made that very clear to me. For the time being, however, she wants to complete her assigned mission by herself." He said, brushing past Sly's minor concern. "Now then, I'm going to need some raw materials in order to make you and Rae an effective costume. The trick here is going to be finding some quality wood, leather, and metal. As for Rae, I sent her to go try and find some fabric, thread, and pleather, which is similar in quality to leather, but not as thick, though I am going to need both for your costumes." Bentley explained.

"Oh, sure. Anything else you need me to pick up while I'm out? You know, like eggs, milk...maybe some wax for your shell?" Sly said sarcastically.

Bentley frowned. "Just get going, Sly!" He fumed, quickly ending the call.

Sly chuckled as he stuffed his binocucom away. "Still never learns to take a joke... Ah well." He shrugged, leaping from the large bridge he had been perched at to go fetch the items Bentley asked for.

However, Sly wasn't exactly sure where he should go to get the items, so he began to scavenge the area. He ran around for a bit, not finding the materials he needed, which made the raccoon frown. Suddenly though, just as Sly was beginning to grow more frustrated, as he was perched on a tightrope in the small village, he perked up when he heard the loud squeaking of gears grinding together, glancing down to see a couple of robotic guards conversing with one another.

"Your bearings are grinding again. Sounds like you need some oil." The robot pointed out.

"Tell me about it. I had to take the kids to the beach last weekend."

"Man, I hate sand!"

"Oh yeah, it's the worst." The robot shook it's head.

"I wish it was breaktime; I really need a pint of fuel."

"Yeah, we should head over to the Tavern. I heard the new metal alloy in the mixers adds a nice tangy flavor." The robot said as the two shuffled off.

It was then though that Sly smirked. "The Tavern, huh? Well, now that makes my job just a little easier, doesn't it? Guess I'm heading out to go fetch me a drink!"