Sly twirled his cane in his hand nervously. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before, it's just that..... Bentley isn't the type to hold down on his own, you know? He's always been like that, since they were little. And, especially now, since he's in a wheelchair. It bothers Sly. Sure, he can still do everything (except for walking) he has done in the past, before he went crippled, but that's not it. Bentley's not weak, but he wasn't strong either. The little guy was just barely strong, he couldn't do most of the things Sly could, it just didn't fit.

But tonight was different. Bentley had went into a bar and had to get information from one of the thugs about the Crystal Jewel they had been planning to steal, only to find out someone else had it. Sly wanted to go, but Bentley beat him to it, saying there was a code he needed to break from the last location they went to and only one of the thugs had it. Sly could've done that, all of it, but Bentley refused and did it himself.

Now, it's been a hour and still nothing had come up from the last time they heard him. Sly feared that the turtle was being hold back into a bar fight, or worse. He could've been held as some type of key to one of the thugs and one false move from Bentley could.......

Gulping, Sly pushed down this thought, as it would lead to another panic. He tried to ingore the 'What if's' in his head, but every time he did, a scene of Bentley being hold down with a knife played in his head. Bentley, the small turtle, against at least three build-like-a-brick, tough, and mean-looking thugs. Yeah, that was not a pretty sight for Sly. Worse part of it, is that Bentley bruise easily.

Sly cracked a nervous smile as one those Happy Campers moment played. A hippo, no bigger then Murray, named Steve thought it would be fun to pick on little Bentley while his two best buds were away. When Sly had found him, his eyes went wide with horror when he saw that Bentley was covered in bruises. They didn't go away until later on.

That memory burns in his skull.

He tried his best to stay by his side, but somehow, the turtle always end up getting hurt. Well, no more of that. Sly thought, eyes set in determination. Next time, he WILL protect Bentley, him and Murray.

Suddenly, the doors to the van open, revealing the green turtle. He was smiling, but Sly could spot tears brimming in his corner eyes.

"It's a go." He said. Murray nodded and started to drive once again. Out of his corner eye, Sly could see a big red and blue bruise on his arm. It was a painful reminder of what Steve had done to him when they were little, but that was just one bruise, unlike the bruises Steve had put on him.

Sly gritted his teeth. Yeah, next time, he will protect his best friend, live or not.