Chapter One: The Heist Gone Very Wrong
By: Too Lazy
Revised-June 14, 2006
First Sly Cooper Fiction! Please be kind in the reviews if you review it! Plus a virtual cookie to the person who knows who the stature is.
Paris, France. What was not to love about her? A city of love, wine, surprisingly starry nights, and home to some of the greatest art collections the world over.
The night was old going to be nearing dawn in just a few short hours. Few cars were driving the streets and no pedestrians out for a walk at this time either. The sky barely starting to lighten and the moon a few street lights providing the only light around. It was the perfect cover for the Master Thief of all Thieves Sly Cooper to make his move.
Climbing up a chain link fence and somersaulting over the barbed wire he landed silently in the building's shadow, backing up against the building's cool brick wall Sly Cooper took out his binocu-com for a closer look around.
"We all set Bentley?" Sly Cooper asked through the binocu-com. His ears perked up listening for signs of any approaching guards of a smaller less know yet still heavily guarded art museum of Paris.
"All is well Sly, now remember as soon as you pop the hatch on the roof there are…" Sly let out a small sigh which stopped Bentley from reciting the mission.
"Yeah, yeah Bentley we been through this a hundred times." Sly said moving in the shadows. Placing the family cane in his mouth Sly took hold of a rusty drain pipe, and ascended to the roof the museum.
"Humph I am just trying to keep you alive!" Bentley's nasally voice said rather loudly making Sly's ears go down against his skull as he reached the top. Sly rolled his deep chocolate eyes at his best friends comment and knelt at the hatch.
"You worry too much Bentley." Sly said as he popped open the latch with his cane and in a move designed by his Japanese ancestor Rioichi Cooper spire jumped inside landing not on the floor, but on the tip of water fountain stature. The water fountain was the only object in the museum that did not have a sensory alarm attached to it.
Hopping to the rim of the fountain Sly took a quick scan around with his binocu-com.
Looking to the floor he saw red laser sensors, the lights could fry you within a second and it would be a painful second too.
Going over the mental check list and adjusting his blue cap he began to jump and double jump over the lasers avoiding each and everyone with perfect cat-like grace. Sly ceased his jumping when he made it to the mid-evil/renaissance art room of the museum where supposedly Bentley would have had the power down.
Sly was surprised to see another thief dressed from head, toe and tail in black already stealing what he himself had come to steal.
Life was quite funny that way.
"Bentley we have a problem…" Sly whispered so the currently working thief could not hear him speaking.
"What is it?" The nasally voice responded, in the background Sly could hear Murray yelling at his Playstation. They had it easy sometimes.
"Someone is already here." Sly hissed slightly looking at the thief work with less delicacy then Sly himself did. "Got a back up plan?"
"I have a plan for guards, cops, alarms and getaways…dealing with this kind of probability was not in my previous calculations." Bentley said in one big rush of breath panic was evident in his friend's voice. Sly could hear Bentley typing away on his laptop like a mad man trying to figure out some way to help him, but Sly had thought of a better idea.
"Don't worry Bentley." Sly said and hid from view in the shadows and silently watched as this new thief in town did all the work. Sly let his eyes drift around the room admiring the pieces that hung or that were on display…time was ticking by and it was starting to bore Sly.
Five minutes later (which was three minutes to long by Bentley's calculations) the mystery thief had popped opened the glass case with out setting off the alarms and was now holding the prize casually. The prize was that of a purple jade dragon with gold horns and talons. A very high price had been offered for it over thief net.
The mystery thief wrapped the small statue in a wool blanket and placed it into a black backpack. Sly saw his opening and jumping out of his hiding spot startling the mystery thief into almost dropping the prize.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" The thief shouted quickly swinging the backpack on and their paw going for the brown whip at their side. The thief's tale was swishing back and forth in an agitated state.
Sly noted the thief was British by her accent, a woman, and had the loveliest shade of emerald green eyes he had ever seen. Sly put on his most charming smile.
"Hello there I hate to be the barer of bad news but you have something of mine." Sly pointed to her back pack and used his cane for support and he took a relaxing stance. His own fluffy tale swished back and forth at a lazy pace.
The thief's emerald eyes narrowed before going wide, her ears perked up and she straightened her stance, her paw leaving the whip at her side he whole body no longer ready to attack and that pleased Sly.
"My, my you're Sly Cooper!" She sounded more relieved then surprised.
Sly took a small bow and approached her with a casual walk to get close enough to make his move, "The one and only." He stated in cheer and using her distraction at who he was made his move and in lighting quick movements grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.
"A delectable pleasure to meet you Miss, now if you don't mind." Sly went to grab the bag but the thief pulled her hand away from his loose grasp and did a single back flip back and landed on a laser beam, in her haste to keep her stolen treasure she forgot to check where she was landing and had tripped the alarm.
"Bullocks!" The thief shouted in irritation.
The alarms made a loud ringing noise casing both of their sensitive ears to go down against their skulls. The thief was just about to run away when steal doors were dropped blocking all the exits out. Apparently, Sly could tell the thief had never once been in the bad situation of getting caught.
"Bloody hell!" The thief's irritation continued at their predicament, she let out a heavy sigh before pulling her ski mask off to better see in the room and feel less suffocated; Sly smiled at what he saw. The feline tigress was quite a lovely sight with her light lavender and dark stripped fur and long black hair. Exotic is the word he would chose to describe her.
"Sly!" a nasally voice shouted though the ear piece causing Sly to forget his current train of thought on the tigress's' looks. "What's going on my computer indicates the alarms are set off and the police are on their way!"
"Bentley calm down all exits are blocked just find me a way out." Sly said in his hidden cuff communicator calmly so as to not further upset the high strung turtle and the tigresses turned to him.
"They were right you always have a back up plan." She placed her hand on her hip and smiled she no longer seemed angry about being trapped.
"I aim to please." Sly smirked and Bentley's nervous voice came through his ear piece.
"Alright Sly if you move the picture right above the east wall there will be a secret passage to the stair well; take that and head to the roof Murray has the van parked three buildings over in a back alleyway." Bentley explained in one huge rush of breath and was panting slightly as if he had just run a few minutes before.
"Thanks Bentley, see you soon." Sly said to his best friend before turning his attention back to the Tigress.
"I hate to do this but…" Sly moved to grab the bag off the Tigress, and she side stepped Sly who was unprepared and almost stumbled to the ground but managed to catch himself.
"What are you doing?" The Tigress asked moving away from Sly's cane as he tried to catch hold of her before coming to a sudden halt.
"Taking what I came here for." Sly answered smiling as if she was supposed to know that.
"Well I am not letting go of this." the sirens of the police began to get louder they were not far from the building.
"Listen we don't have time to play around, We have to get out of here." Sly said all humor leaving his voice. "I'm willing to help you out but it will cost you the statue."
"Well sorry mate, but I am not leaving here with out it the price being offered is too high." She held the bag straps tighter her whole body tense and ready to run at any sudden movement Sly made..
"Then how about a deal that's good for both us?" Sly inquired; hopefully they could come to terms quickly.
"As in what exactly?" She asked giving him a cautious look but no less relaxed.
"First what's your name?" Sly said heading to the painting that had to be removed. It was huge about the size of two Mizz Rubies and he was hoping Bentley was right.
"Why should I tell you?" She moved with him to the painting but was looking intently at him her grasp on the bag slackened a bit.
"If we're going to make a deal and get out of this place with out being arrested, we need to know one another." Sly explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was staring at the painting intently; the sirens of the Paris police were getting closer they might have been right out side which in that case left them only a few minutes before they were caught.
The tigress tuned to one of the barred windows her ears perked up and hearing the sirens waling getting closer and realizing she had no other options since she did not have a back up plan of her own consented. "My name is Neyla." Neyla said smiling.
"Nice to meet you Neyla now we split the take simple as that." Sly said holding out his gloved hand. Neyla shook it and the deal was made.
"Now here is what we have to do." Sly got started on explaining the situation.
Okay first chapter let me know what you think no flames please