A KLAWW Gang Job

by

Agent Anderson

Chapter 1:

Method of Entry

"The method of entry and the number of guard casualties all point to this being a KLAWW gang job."

-Constable Neyla, Sly 2: Band of Theives

Cairo, Egypt

10:00 PM

The black van had been parked on the curb all day. Nobody had bothered to ask questions, with Cairo being as busy as it is. The sun had finally dipped beneath the horizon and the van doors opened. A tall, muscular tiger in an open black trenchcoat and turtleneck stepped into the dusty dirt road. The tiger had slicked, gray hair and sideburns to match. A black duffel bag was grasped in his gleaming claws. His eyes darted around the nearly deserted back road, then he set off with a quick pace. He weaved between a few baskets and ducked into an alley. He arrived at the bustling street in front of the Cairo Mueseum of Natural History. He took advantage of a break in the traffic and jogged across the street, the duffel swinging in his claws.

He pushed open the revolving doors into a beautiful granite lobby. Several pig guards lounged around a security checkpoint. The tiger put the duffel on the conveyor belt that led to an x-ray machine, while the tiger stepped through a metal detector himself. A light turned red and the machine buzzed. A guard approached him.

" Please remove any loose change, car keys, etc.," the guard said wearily. The tiger obligingly opened the folds of his trenchcoat, revealing an arsenal of guns hanging from his black turtle neck, snug in various holsters.

" Holy-" the guard said, his eyes going wide. The tiger lashed out with a palm, slamming it into the swine's face and throwing him back. His buddys looked up in alarm. The tiger pulled two FN P90's from his arsenal. Holding his arms on either side of him, he opened fire. The guards were mowed down in a hail of bullets and blood. He finally ran out of ammo and dropped the the submachine guns with a clatter. One guard had managed to survive the slaughter by hiding behind a metal detector. the pig pulled out his service revolver and walkie-talkie.

" Backup!" he screamed into the radio. " I need backup!" Just then the metal detector buzzed again and a purple furred tigress walked through, holding a Glock 18C. The machine pistol fired. The final guard went down.

" Any trouble, Rajan?" asked Neyla, casually loading a new clip into her gun.

" I could have taken them without you," he growled, shrugging off the trenchcoat and grabbing two Desert Eagles from his shoulder holsters. That was when the backup showed up. They were also pigs, but with riot gear and AK-74's.

" FREEZE!" screamed a pig.

" Geddown!" yelled Rajan, just as the guards opened fire. The two criminals dived in opposite directions, taking cover behind granite columns. Neyla seized her chance and used her Glock to mow down an advancing guard. She dived forward and grabbed his dropped assault rifle, taking out another guard with the Russian weapon. The pigs advanced into the lobby. Rajan dashed forward, unloading the Desert Eagles. Magnum rounds pounded into the officers and two fell. Rajan dashed behind another column, gunfire chewing up the fragile stone. Rajan ejected his spent clips and loaded new rounds into the handguns.

"Here!" he yelled, tossing a pistol across the lobby to Neyla, who had just ran out of ammo for the AK. She took aim and pounded a guard right between the eyes. Rajan grabbed and Uzi off of his body, mowing down the remaining guards in a hail off lead.

" All in a days work, I'd say," said Neyla in her upper class British accent. Rajan didn't reply. He just dropped his spent weapon and grabbed a MAC 11 off his toned body.

" Where'd you get all those guns?" asked Neyla, genuinely curious. " I thought Interpol would know about it, at least."

" Arpeggio has his ways," said the tiger as he grabbed his duffel bag off the conveyor belt. The two cats walked out of the decimated lobby, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.