Prologue; Stone Cold Eyes.
The night was still young, the cactus plants still green, and the summer night also still all over their lives, in the blessed city of Pachiko, which lay in the very outskirts of Mexico, the feared country who had given birth to one of the most cruel criminals ever to be born, but enough of stupid chit-chat...
In an almost empty bar, sat a clothed raccoon and a pig, and the bartender.
"What to drink, my gentlemen? Some of the speciality of Racees, eh?"
The raccon moved swiftly from his stool, and his feet touched the ground as he landed with a grin. He removed his blue cap from over his eyebrows, and from there emerged two heartwarming eyes. The raccon pointed towards a large, red bottle on the other side of the room, indicating that it was what he now wanted.
"That drink? You've gotta be---"
"No, I'm not kidding you. I can take it, okay?"
The bartender didn't let anymore questions emerge from his mouth, but ran to the large bottle, filled up a glass full of the liquid it held, the stench of cherry and pepper coming from it, filling the pigs and the raccons lungs with delightful stenches of wine. Sly Cooper was the raccons original name.
"Let me get it, bartender. I've been thirsting for days."
It wasn't much of a joke, what the raccon said, because when he got ahold of the large glass, he emptied it at once, the delightful and dry taste of cherry, pepper and a bit of lemon filled his lungs with taste. He smiled softly to the bartender, before raising up, ready to leave the place without anymore words at all.
"Ghuh, raccon! Aren'tcha gonna stay here anymore?"
The accent of the bartender had changed, seeing as he had became calm too.
"No. I have some business with the countrys mafia, the 'Pachinko'. Goodbye."
