I spent my entire life working for Interpol. My biggest case was one Sly Cooper, A master thief whose gang had formally split up ten years ago, this time indefinitely. I was still working on the case during a police ball on the day I turned sixteen. My mom was watching the doors and windows for something… or someone. My team, which I'd been with since I was five, was at the buffet table, Jack was laughing at every piece of food that flew out through Nico's mouth. How Nico kept fit eating like that was a mystery in itself to me. I was leaning against the wall on the far side of the room, my suit making me feel… constricted, and I somehow got to thinking on how women could get more creative with their formal wear than men.
This train of thought distracted me for long enough to not notice a raccoon sneak into the ballroom and ask my mom to dance. I only noticed that she was dancing with someone. He looked familiar. I motioned for Jack to bug the guy, and using his special watch (Of his own design), he shot a chip for my earpiece to me and a small mic to the rose on the guy's coat.
"How are you going to break it to him?" my mom asked.
"Don't worry," the guy said. "His team is good, almost as good as mine, I'll just pick something up and leave clues for him to find it."
"He won't like that," Mom said. "He's my son, and I don't like being allowed to solve a case."
"How much does he really take after you?"
"Sly, please!"
"I just need to talk to him,"
"But he's your-"
"I know! And that's why I left! I'm sorry."
It was cut off there. What were they talking about? It was obvious that this was Sly Cooper, but him and mom having a history was something I didn't think would run this deep. Yeah she told me about him, but she never told me how she knew him.
"Rock!" Nico came up to me. "We've got news of a warning from Cooper appearing in Versailles! We're called there now!"
"Huh?" I pulled myself out of pondering mode. "Oh! Right!" Jack was waiting in the cruiser, Nico got up front to drive, and I sat in Shotgun. I had my shock pistol laying across my lap. We got to the Palace and I climbed over the fence. If I was going to catch Cooper once and for all, I thought I'd have the upper hand and leave even the guards no trace of my being there. When I reached Cooper's Target, a copy of Sunday in the Park, I hid and waited for the blue clad raccoon to swipe it out.
"Very Impressive!" I heard a voice behind me say ten seconds later. "You snuck in here without me leading… Rockefeller Fox." I turned my pistol on the thief, and met the eye of the famous Sly Cooper.
"Why did you lead me here?" I asked. "You knew I was on the case, and a keen eye would see this is a fake. Why did you bring me here, and who am I to you?"
"What's the fun in just telling you that last part?" he said. "But yeah, I'm not after the painting… I need your help."
"A thief needs help from Interpol?" I said skeptically. "What did I just become a monkey's uncle?"
"In exchange!" He said. "If you leave my friends Bently and Murray alone, I'll turn myself in… to you." I lowered my pistol a bit in surprise.
"Jack, Nico you hearing this!?"
"Loud and clear," Jack said. "I wouldn't trust him."
"I say hear him out!" Nico said. "Then turn him down."
"I agree with your friend… besides I turned myself in before, while spinning a story about a deal between me and your mom when she was on the run from Interpol."
"How are you listening in!?" Jack yelled.
"That's my doing, call me Bently!" another voice said on the line. "You have some impressive gadgetry and hardware ability, but I've dealt with harder."
"I thought you broke up with your gang!" I said.
"I did," He said. "They're just helping me try to convince you, whether it helps or not, someone's life is in danger and I need your help." I thought for a moment… and then did something stupid.
"Fine!" I growled. "We'll hear what you have to say, but that's it! I can't promise we'll help!"
"You'll want to anyway," Sly said.
"Are you Delusional!?" Jack yelled at Cooper when we got to his appartment. "Who would believe that stupid story!? A mechanical immortal owl!? A woman taking up its hate and immortality!? How out there could you get!?" Cooper pulled a book out of the pocket on the calf of his leg. "Thievius Raccoonus" was printed onto the cover.
"This is my family history. Everything my family came up with in thievery, every rule we follow to this day, every success and failure, all recorded in many different languages, from many different eras and locations. Read it!"
I took the book and looked at my team. Jack, the small puppy (Both figuratively and literally as he is a dog) was trying to look mad, but it just wasn't working. Nico, the "Blundering Bull of Interpol," (Yes he is a bull) looked… concerned, like he saw something about Cooper that made him worried. But I opened the book anyway… and was greeted with a picture of Clockwerk, the immortal owl that Cooper was talking about. Reading deeper and deeper into the book, I saw him more and more, until finally I saw the face of captain Neyla, who died during an affair with the notorious group called the "Klaww Gang." The book talked about how Neyla betrayed Interpol, my mother, my father and the Klaww gang over the span of a few months.
"You're seriously saying that Captain Neyla's back?" I asked.
"Yeah, and she's after… my son."