small light flickers on figure stands bathed in the shadow light Greetings. My Name is not really important as I begin my escapades here in this…. Section of fanfiction. If you ask what I support it will be revealed in due time. So sit back and relax mes amis et apprécient l'exposition. Or in English… my friends and enjoy the show. light turns off

Paris, France

1:38 or 0138 hours a.m.

Ahh... Paris. City of love, home of the Eiffel tower. If you look around and listen very closely my friends you should hear the faint buzzing of a small lightning bug as it charts it's delightfully vibrant lighted course through the air. If you watch it fly carelessly through the air it lands on the windowsill of a house. It sits and rests from its small journey. Then…

Squish! It lies flattened under a closed window as a French man err…animal stepped back to his chair in front of a computer. He types slowly but surely. Out of the corner of his eye e looks at his cup of gourmet coffee, now cold and undrinkable. The dark liquid made small ripples and this lizard stared at it. More ripples as a set of feet ran across his roof above his head. He sighed and continued to type ignoring that another set of thumps sounded from his roof as the first pair of feet left. Up upon the rooftops, where in my opinion, the view of Paris never looked better considering how high up it was. A shadowy figure darted across several rooftops gracefully as another chased after firing an electrical weapon furiously.

"Do you have the van ready buddy?" the first figure said into a small clip mic, as he expertly dodged a few more shots with relative ease.

"Sure thing chum. I'm ready to burn rubber" came the response in his ear audio device.

"Come back here thief!" yelled the one with the weapon. She was of course female and had a fiery temper. The figure she chased stopped at the edge of the building. And all you could make out was the shine of a well-polished metal object. It's gold glint shined as the moonlight reflected off of it.

"Well. Inspector Fox. We meet again"

"Freeze you criminal"

"Now is name calling all that necssicary, my lovely yet fiery inspector?"

"Cut the flirty chit-chat you scoundrel" The armed female demanded. The fist, obviously a male, copped a fake wince looking like he was hurt.

"Ooh… ouch. That hurt Carmelita. That hurt a lot"

"If you think that was bad…" She muttered. The male chuckled then did a back flip on to a van in the alleyway. " Hey wait!" she yelled as the van drove into the street. "I'm not finished with you yet!!!"

"Alas time has run short" Then a thought came over the male escapee, "Au revoir mon amour! J'espère vous revoir bientôt beau!" he yelled speaking some French that the Inspector would not understand in the least"

"COME BACK HERE COOPER!!!!" The vixen yelled into the night, shaking her fist at the retreating van as it drove away into the night.

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"Ahh it's great being back guys" The escaped 'criminal' mentioned as the van speed down the streets.

"If you don't mind me asking Sly. What was with the French?"

"I don't know Bent. I just felt like trying something new. So I bushed up on the 'language of love'" Responded the notoriously clever, witty and… dare I say it… 'sly' master thief of the Cooper Clan.

"Mon amour?" The brilliant turtle asked, repeating what the sneaky raccoon had said. The driver, by the name of Murray, laughed. Even he knew what that bit of French meant. Sly shrugged. "My love, Sly?" Bentley the turtle shook his head. "I knew you had a thing for he but … jeez buddy."

"Hey faking the amnesia wasn't easy. It was hard. I guess we'll always be playing a game of cops and robbers with the lovely Inspector." Sly thought out loud. His two companions, and accomplishes, sniggered then ended up laughing their hardest.

"Man Sly you're a raccoon over the edge!" Murray laughed as they stopped an abandoned part of the outskirts of Paris. Sly pulled the prize jewel from his bag.

"Hey Bentley!" Sly called as his friend turned his wheel chair to look in his direction. "Heads up" he tossed the hot property to his smaller friend. "Let's get the money to the orphanage soon. I have to change. That heist had me in a sweat all night long."

"Okay. Don't take too long Sly. We have to plan for the next heist."

"Already?" Murray asked, "Jeez Bentley… you're gonna get poor Sly to pull something if he keeps up all these jobs."

"Yea Bentley. Give me some time to rest"

"Alright Sly." Bentley said using the wheel chair to jump the stairs. "Let's take a week off you guys."

"YES!" The other two yelled as Bentley sighed.

"I'm too easy on you two" He muttered.

"And that's why we love ya chum!" Murray concluded as Sly nodded in agreement.

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Inspector Carmelita Fox swore under her breath as she opened the door to her house and stepped inside. Some case files when open on her desk. These were leads on possible next heist targets for the nigh un-catchable Cooper Gang.

"¡Mapache estúpido… siempre que me da apuro!" She yelled as she vented in her native tongue. She thought about what that Cooper had said to her be fore she got away. "No way am I going to ever figure out what that Cooper said to me" she muttered, still pretty pissed that the Cooper Gang had escaped… again. The chief would have her head for sure.

"¡Juro que cogeré a ese ladrón si es la cosa pasada que lo hago!" Carmelita vowed before she finally let sleep get the best of her and she dozed off.

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As Sly and his friends split and went to their rooms, the clever Raccoon was already thinking of what to do on his 'vacation'.

He checked his cell (which he bought…. no for real it's legit!) It noted that Sly had one missed call. He checked the caller ID. Only Cooper Gang members had his number. It was from Dimitri.

As he listened to the message it said that someone had come to assist in their thieving operations. He claimed that he was a skilled specialist in weapons and could make drastic improvements to existing weapons as well. Sly grinned knowing that their heists were going to be that much safer with a weapons specialist. He went to sleep knowing that come Friday their team just might have filled their vacant position.

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Well now… I think that's a good start…. Yea I just write when I can cuz my computer can't save files anymore. So read and review please and tune in next time for another exciting entry!!!

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Any flames…. (Yes I know that there are ppl that do that) will be used to cook marshmallows and make s'mores with Murray.

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