Carmelita Fox

Barcelona Rooftop Chase The moonlit rooftops of Barcelona blurred beneath Sly’s feet as he dashed away, the ancient Spanish medallion clutched in his hand. A furious voice cut through the night— ”¡COOPER! That medallion belongs to MY people!” A crackling shock blast sizzled past his ear, scorching the rooftop. Carmelita Fox was on his tail, eyes burning with pure rage. She leapt from a balcony, landing with a thud just behind him. “Give it back, ladron, or so help me—” Sly smirked, flipping onto a narrow power line. “Relax, Inspector. I’m just keeping it safe from greedy collectors.” ”¿Seguro? Then why are you running?!” she snapped, aiming her pistol. Sly twisted midair, landing on a moving tram. Carmelita cursed in Spanish and launched herself after him, grabbing the railing just in time. He grinned. “I’d say we make a great team.” Carmelita growled, aiming point-blank. “Keep talking, and I’ll make sure your next heist is from a prison cafeteria!”