To whomever may be reading this:
My name is Sly Cooper, a thief. Not just a thief, a thief from a long line of thieves. It's sorta like a family tradition in a way. I don't know how you got this book, where you found, who gave it to, or anything else. I don't really care about that right now. What I DO care about is the fact that I'm in trouble. And I need mental support, or else I' going to crack. Basically, two years ago, the menace in the form of a robotic owl that haunted my family ever since it's beginning, has been brought down by my friends and me. Certainly, you must be thinking "Oh gee Sly, that's awfully impressive, you must be capable of doing anything you want." Well, you're wrong. That was hard. Not just hard, life-threatening hard. I'm surprised I was able to accomplish such a feat. I'm surprised I'm alive. I'm surprised I'm not traumatized for life. Anyways, that isn't the point of any of this. Robots consist of parts, right? Parts that can be put back together, right? When we trashed him, we completely overlooked this! And now, the parts of Clockwerk, the owl are being stashed in a museum. We just need to get them back and destroy them. Without drawing ANY attention to ourselves. Bentley, Murray, and I have agreed to keep this quiet and away from the media. We don't want newspapers saying we stole all the parts to a robotic death machine and we have some psychotic intentions. No big, giant show of stealing them, no out-of-control manner, purposely running through spotlights, none of that. I'm just really nervous that something like this could happen. Two years ago, I thought it was done. I thought I was safe. We all did. But we were wrong. DEAD WRONG. Tomorrow night, we go in, a museum in Egypt. We're already 20 miles outside of the city, resting for the big day. Nobody knows how big this is. It isn't just me and my family anymore, Bentley and Murray are in trouble to. Same goes for Inspector Carmelita Fox. She was a big help in the demise of Clockwerk. All these people could easily die if not action is taken. Until next time.
I cannot believe that… it's just… ARGH! We broke into the museum carefully, undetected, the perfect robbery, only to discover that the Clockwerk parts AREN'T THERE! Inspector Fox gave me the whole "returned to the scene of the crime just as I expected" thing, and her little friend, Constable Neyla let slip something about "The Klaw Gang". We're trying to gather as much info on them as we can; it's the only lead we have on where the parts went. I felt something like this was going to happen, it always does! Whenever things seem their greatest, something goes wrong. When something goes wrong, it's like a domino effect, each things leads to something else, and in the end, you've got a bigger mess to clean up than the one you started with. Bentley's been on the computer since we got back. After the getaway, we all just sat in silence for about 20 minutes. We knew nothing good can come from this, but of course, there's nothing we can do. We're already involved, might as well get even more involved. So far, we've got no idea on where the parts are. We have no idea who's in the Klaw Gang, we have no idea what kind of methods they use for thieving, we have no idea what they want with the parts, or what they've done with them. I haven't openly admitted this in quite a while, but: I'm scared. Plain, flat out scared. Scared of the past, scared of the future, I have no idea what's going to happen. I have no idea what we're going to do about this. All I know is that it's something. Well, good night for now…