A grey wolf sat at a table, he wore an olive drab green jacket with a white shirt underneath. His hair was black and went down the length of his neck. His green eyes were fixated on the camera on the desk before him.
A man sat at the desk opposite of the Wolf. He was a Doberman, he wore a white suit and smoked a cigar. He calmly placed his hands on the table and asked, "What do you know about a man named Sly Cooper?"
"Sly Cooper?" the wolf asked, "Well…"
LONDON, UK
7:30 AM
JUNE, 9TH, 2003
"Men, the Crown and the Country realize the growing threat in Afghanistan. You have volunteered to be the defenders of The United Kingdom and her allies which is exactly why you were chosen as the best pilots to fly in - Brown! What the hell are you grinning about!"
The drill sergeant stopped and faced the grey wolf grinning before him. He stooped down to his eye level and screamed in his face, "DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOUR ABOUT TO ENTER WAR, YOU SAD SACK OF CRAP? WHAT IN GOD'S GREEN EARTH COULD YOU BE GRINNING ABOUT?
The wolf's smile wasn't fazed and he proudly said "The thought of serving my country SIR!"
The stork glared, "Get on the god damn plane and outta my sight."
The wolf and the rest of the recruits got into the transport plane and they started down the runway.
SOMWHERE OVER THE ATLANTIC
3:30 AM
JUNE, 10TH, 2003
Apparently the wolf had crap luck and had to ride into Baghdad in an old prop job plane from World War II and it was going to pick up troops from America .The trip would take at least 2 days and the ride wasn't exactly smooth. The wolf woke up and felt nature call, he rubbed his eyes and walked to the back of the plane where the first bathroom was. He opened the door and found a male and a female thoroughly enjoying each others' company. He saw that the two were about to join The Mile High Club and quietly closed the door. Apparently the two were to caught up in each other to notice him. He resisted the urge to laugh his ass off at the randomness of it and opened the hatch to the cargo bay where the second bathroom was located. In the cargo bay he heard hushed voices talking. Thinking it was just a few other pilots he casually walked by. Then upon realizing that these weren't pilots he was met with a pink fist to the nose and the distinct taste of blood. The world darkened around him and he fell to the ground.
Waking up he saw a turtle wearing glasses looking at him. He had a disgusted look on his face.
"Penelope come here." He called over his shoulder. Seconds later a mouse was seen beside him, "Well great Murray. You broke his nose." she started to reach for his nose but she received some sharp comments that would land this story in the M category.
"If you struggle it'll only hurt worse." she grabbed his nose and jerked it to the left popping it back into place. He let out a sharp yell but it was quickly covered by the mouse's hand.
"We want to ask you a few questions." She said calmly. Seeing the wolf's displeasure she came to a resolve.
"Tell you what. You answer our questions we'll answer yours. The wolf felt more like getting out of the chair and socking everyone he saw in the mouth, but seeing as he was tied down in a chair he didn't have much of a choice.
"Fine."
"First off. Name, nationality, rank, branch, age, and clothes size."
"Clothes size?" he asked? He had a distinct British accent.
"Yes."
He sighed and began. "I'm Captain Cody Brown of the 37th Flying Assassins."
"So you're an assassin?" A pink hippo in the back asked, he assumed it was 'Murray'.
"Do you think the Blue Angels are indigo messengers of God? We're a Squadron in the RAF."
"Great. Age and size can come later." The Turtle continued.
"Bloody great. Now then, who the hell are you? What are you doing on this plane? And what do you want with me?"
"We're the Cooper Gang."
"Yeah and I'm The Walrus, Goo Goo Ka-freakin-jube."
The Mouse sighed and walked away, after some awkward silence she came back and a raccoon followed. He was lanky not quite as skinny as Cody ,who could pass as under-weight, but the raccoon was at least two inches taller.
"Sly Cooper?" Cody asked shocked that he was meeting the infamous thief. They were apparently telling the truth
"Yeah. Are you Cody Brown?"
"Yes."
"You know," Sly began, "I'm glad you came down here. You saved us the trip of having to go up there to get you."
"You still haven't answered my question." Cody started, "What do you want with me?"
"I read that you Harvard Med School. You graduated at the top of your class and you speak a variety of languages."
"Yeah."
"I also noticed you acted in high school?"
"Yeah, so?"
"We need an actor." Bentley said. "And a medic. Someone to go in behind enemy lines."
Cody thought. A life of true freedom. No barking orders or reports to fill out. No more hour long preflight checks over a machine that rarely got used, or having to fly one airplane. This was it. He could fly wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He could make his own plane how he wanted it, what guns he wanted on it, and what skimpy girl to paint on the side of it.
"Alright I'm in."
"Great!"
"One last question mate?"
"Yeah?" Sly asked.
"Can you untie me? I really need to go to the bathroom."
Yes it is I back from the dead.
Fans of me: I'm sad to say I deleted all my old stories. But let's face it. My stories were structurally sound as the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Since my leave I've become a much better author and have thrown out Jane completely. Sorry.
Anyway read, review, flame, whatever.