Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SLY COOPER!
Welcome to the start of this new story of mine! This story has been plaguing me for months now and I'm finally writing it out. This will focus on Sly's father and his mother. Hopefully I will write more Sly Cooper fanfic, but at the moment here is the story I give you.
I hope you enjoy!
An apology for any spelling or grammatical errors missed within the story.
So...Where do I begin?
I'm pretty sure you've heard of me, and if you don't well it's time for us to get acquainted. The name's Connor, Connor Cooper. Though by the good forces of INTERPOL I've been dubbed as many other things, but we'll get to that later.
As a Cooper I follow the family business and that business is thieving. My family isn't just normal thieves mind you we're master thieves and as master thieves we make it our rule to steal from other thieves. There is no honor, no fun, or no challenge when you steal from ordinary folk and when you steal from a criminal well...You get the drift at least.
Now I shouldn't be credited with all the work, after all I got two best team members who help me out with my heists.
The first is Dr. M, who is the Brains of our thieving gang. Now he and I aren't close really. While he's got the smarts to get past the security and make our plans, there are times when I give my two cents in and that usually ends up with us either compromising over the plan, making only one of us happy, or changing the plan entirely until we're both happy. Dr. M is someone I consider a friend though and without him I wouldn't be able to slip away from the scene of the crime.
He's saved me a number of times.
Then there's Jim McSweeney, the Brawn. Unlike me and M, Jim and I are close...Brothers almost really. He's the guy to turn to when you need a few guards out cold on a good heist night. I've never seen someone fight like him and to be honest he makes a pretty good sparing partner, if you don't mind having a pair of tusks rammed into your side.
I can't ask for a better team than them and we've been heading towards the top for a good few years now...As long as INTERPOL doesn't stop us.
The law and my family aren't exactly chummy if you know what I mean, in fact they do like to throw a few nicknames here and there for me. That "Thieving Ringtail," that "No good Cooper," or the "dirty rat with a stick" are a few that seem to be the favorites so far as well as being the most appropriate ones I have to mention. For law abiding officers they have a rather creative way of calling me out.
One INTERPOL cop in particular seems to have made it his mission to end me and my crew.
That cop is known as Emilio Tapia Fox or rather Inspector Fox as he likes to be called. While it is a problem to have this guy chasing after my team, just ticking him off makes the job all the more sweeter. Seeing him so angry when we manage to pull off a heist makes our night.
Rather seeing any officer throw down their gun and scream out, "COOPER!" Makes us all grin.
My team is at the top of our game and now all that's left to do is a big heist. Stealing something so huge that it could be considered the biggest accomplishment for us, but what? There has to be something that we could pull to make us the greatest band of thieves ever. I look forward to whatever it is we decide to do, who knows maybe Inspector Fox might actually catch us...
...Maybe. Ha.
Greetings from the writer, hello!
A short start, but there will be more to come I promise you! This gives you a bit of insight on what Connor is like, still playing around on how I really want him to be like. Thank you all so much for reading and hope you continue to read on!
