The Death Gazer

Authors Note: I do not own nor claim to own sly cooper or any of its characters, I'm just borrowing them. I do however own my character Liliana, and if I find that anyone is using her without permission then I'll…. think of something horrible to do to you later. This story takes place directly (which here means six months) after the events of Sly 2: Band of Thieves.

So, here we are once more. The incident with Clock La had changed us. Deep down though I knew it was all the same. Me, Bentley and Murray, tearing across the world pissing off rich people and stealing their prize possessions. It's easy to say that our life would be smooth sailing at this point. Until we caught wind from Bentley's 'friends' on Thief Net; that some one was gathering the clockwork blue prints.

Why anyone would want to rebuild that monster is beyond me. In fact we're not even sure if 'they' want to rebuild him. They could just be after the keys to immortality. In any case we can't let this happen. More particularly, I can't let this happen. Our first plan of action is to snatch up as many blue prints as we can. According to Bentleys 'friends' this mystery group has snatched two blue prints up. That leaves six for us to swipe. The nearest one we can find is in Germany. It's currently on display in the Berlin Museum of natural history, along with most of clockworks old parts.

So, we were off to Berlin to steal the blue prints to clock works skull; as well as the old parts. Why steal the old parts? One key to rebuilding clockwork would be remaking the near indestructible alloy he was made of. Without a sample of the alloy, it could never be remade. That was just the way we wanted it.

'Shinobi…shinobi this is Confucius…do you read shinobi?' "Yea I read you loud and clear Bentley" 'Oh come on! We've been over this Shinobi! The use of code names is vital to our success! If you don't use them the cops could come swarming!' "Yea ok 'Confucius' just tell me where the target is." Sly then took a look around to survey his surroundings. As expected, security wasn't very tight. Museums never got enough visitors to have a decent security budget. A few laser grids, some guards with flash lights. Nothing Sly couldn't handle.

'Shinobi? Shinobi are you even listening!?' "Yea I heard you Bentley, down the main hall last entrance on the left. Don't worry, remember who your talking to here." And so as expected from the nimble raccoon he made his way to the room holding the blue prints and what was left of clockwork completely undetected. But much to his surprise the target was…. gone. "Uh…Confucius, this is Shinobi. Where the hell are the prints?" 'What do you mean where are they, they're right in front of you.' "Either your wrong or I'm losing it. Because I'm staring at the case and they're gone."

Suddenly Sly's ears perked up. Someone else was here. He quickly looked around the vast room and spotted a shadowy figure attempting to slowly pry open one of the massive windows that circled the upper level. Sly spotted the rolled up blue scroll on the figures back and took off after it. Springing off a poll and swinging across the room on a chandelier; he landed in front of the figure.

He pointed his cane to the figures throat and glared at him. "Hand over those prints, now" he ordered. The figure simply slipped through the window and smashed the glass causing one of the guards to spot sly on the windowsill and sound the alarm. Sly cursed himself for being so careless and took off after the figure.

As he raced across the rooftops chasing the mystery thief Bentleys radio began going off in his ear. 'Sly some one was here before us!' "No kidding Bentley" sly scoffed. 'No, I mean just before us, like they knew we were coming. The cameras I hacked into were already hacked. I was staring at the same three second loop of footage the whole time and didn't realize it.' "Great to know but I'm a little busy. I found the guy who took the prints and I'm gaining on him." 'Snag those plans sly, if we don't get them now we may never get another chance!' "Tell me something I don't know," he said as he jumped off the last building paragliding after the assailant who was already half way down the street.

He could see the hack more clearly in the dim streetlight. Any distinguishing features were covered up. All He could see were weapons hanging from the shadows waist, and the blue prints on his back. Wait, on his head, long ears. He was a rabbit whoever he was. Less than a few feet away he leapt out of his glider with intent to strike the figure down. He had him, he was going down, and Sly had won!

Suddenly Sly felt the cold sting of steel against his chest. Ignoring the pain he reached for the prints succeeding only in grabbing the facemask of the petty thief. As it tore away he felt more and more of the cold ground beneath him. As he looked up at his attacker he saw a face. Glacier white fur pierced the darkness around it. He searched for some identifying factor, some kind of feature. What…his attacker was…blind? A blindfold slid sleekly across his assailants face. A blind man had bested a master thief of the cooper clan? Impossible, there had to be something more to this.

The figure turned away looking intently at something. Was some one else here? Sly then spotted the prints on the thugs back once more, mere feet away. So close, he had to get those plans. He reached out weakly in a feeble attempt to secure them. The figure drew back its weapon for one more strike. "Wait…" a voice suddenly intervened, "we should leave, we have everything we need here." With that, the white furred attacker retreated. Slowly Sly's gaze grew dim, fainter and darker. Blackness…he could hear sirens in the background. More closely the familiar engine rev of the gangs van.

Authors note: Well thats the first chapter. Read and review, let me know what you think. This is my first fan fiction. But dont let that hold you back be as brutal as you need to be.