The darkness dwelled in every corner of Paris streets. The night was clear, and full of life. From the bars and pubs you could hear song, dance, and peoples lives and dreams coming crashing down. The thiefs of Paris were active tonight. This was the night of the yearly policeman ball. The criminials walked freely on Paris streets tonight, as long as they kept away from the opera house. There, the servants of the law danced, laughed, and allowed themselves to forget who they were for a while. Although one of the policemen didn't forget. He never did, and he never would. He was Sly Cooper, Masterthief.
Sly danced. Gracefully he swept his partner over the floor, her dress flying through the air. They danced as one, as if they knew what the other was thinking. And maybe they did. After all,Sly Cooper and Carmelita Fox had known each other for a long, long time.
Love starts with quarrell thought Sly. Yeah that was right. All the years he and Carmelita had known eachother he had mostly spent running away from her. She was the law. Societys Law. A law that masterthiefs never can befriend. Thiefs have their own law. Morals, codes. The Coopers only stole from other criminals. Afterall, what was the challenge in stealing from normal people?
Sly remembered. He remembered his upbringing. How his father had taught him The Art. The Art passed in the family. The Coopers, the greatest thiefs in history. Sly remembered the night, the painful night, when his family was slain before his eyes. The night when his adventures began. It was still painful memories.
Memories. Memories he wasn't supposed to have. Everyone thought he had amnesia. That he didn't know his history. They all thought that he believed he was a police. That he was a servant of societys law. Because that was what Carmelita had told him. She had found him, on the beach blown to pieces. He had let her believe that he had amnesia. And she had used the opportunity. Now he was her partner. And soon he would be her Partner.
He did not quite enjoy being a police. Since his gang split up, there were no real criminals to chase. There were no masterthiefs brave enough to hunt on The Coopergangs hunting grounds. And everything was The Coopergangs huntinggrounds today.
It hadn't ended when Sly disappeard. Enough youngsters were inspired. The Coopergang was mystic, hidden in shadows. The Best of the best. And who was to be the new leader? The young thiefs fought to prove themself braver, faster, stronger.
But Sly had yet to see a thief that understood the moral of the masterthiefs. But they did create some in the shadows the remnants of the gang, his gang, lurked. He would be back. They knew it.
All the light were on Sly and Carmelita. They danced in the center of attention. The eyes of hundred policemen watched Sly. He could feel the hear on the back of hisneck twitch. Old habits die hard, huh? The song ended. Everyone applauded. Sly bowed before Carmelita. Then he went down on one knee. "This is it", he thought.
"-Carmelita Fox, will you marry me?" Sly said as he produced a small diamond ring from a pocket.
Carmelita looked chocked. He had taken her by surprise. Just as he wanted too.
"Yes. Yes I will" She said, as she started to smile.
Sly put the ring on her finger, looked Carmelia straight in her eyes, and grinned.
Then the glassroof shattered.