Hello. My name is Ross Cooper. son of the legend Sly Cooper. My father died four years ago from cancer. I have hope that one day we will meet again in heaven.
My mother is Inspector Carmelita Fox of Interpol. she has recently gone into a deep depression over the loss of my father. she is to say the least an alcoholic. my fathers friends have turned their lives into works of art. taking years to create. Murray has become a NASCAR driver. Bentley has become a well known scientist. My life is in shambles. What am I to do. I must get the gang back together for one last heist before I can fully take my fathers place. I want to create my own gang of criminals, problem being there are no master thieves left in the world. all criminals are just hardy thugs in the eyes of the law. I am an acceptation.
My family name has been denounced by the mob and we have been called cowards by the law for running away. I've been on the run since I turned eight-teen. I am following in my fathers footsteps. Before my father passed he told me to never forget what he taught me. My grandfather mentored me through my teen years until he thought I was ready to steal from a crooked cop, that turned into a mess. he was a mobster. they killed my grandfather. I escaped the clutches by hiding in a closet as they killed him.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
They killed him with three .45 ACP rounds into his head. I recovered my cane and searched the house. my Fathers belongings were hidden in his old room. I took his clothes and his cane. I carry two canes, the first Cooper since the 1800's to do so.
My Story begins here, in this house my Father used as a hideout for years. the same used to take down his old friend Dmitri.
The journey of one-thousand miles begins with a single step. my journey begins with two.