My name is Sylvester James Cooper
My story starts back in the hay-day of thieving. My dad Conner Cooper was a master thief who stole from criminals and the un-worthy rich. He had amassed a fortune of gold and silver to last us several lifetimes and that was all cut short on that fateful night when I was eight years old.
With no known family I was sent to happy camper orphanage in southern France
That's where I met my life long friends Bentley and Murray who helped my family achieve the goal of being master thieves, but That all changed the night of the accident.
It was a quiet morning in France I had just recently moved in with Carmelita and we were having a great time we danced and went to see the world as what it really was. I had joined Interpol and was assigned an office job while Carmelita had retired from being an inspector and when the chief resigned she stepped in. our life was great I had no complaints except one. I missed the gang and my thieving days but I had Carm and we were to be married soon but not this year maybe the next. Then late at night Carm called me on my cell phone telling me to come to work that a group of thieves were stealing a cache of diamonds from the French national bank as I got onto my motorcycle I saw Carmelita go by in her red cop car and I chased after her to catch up.
She had chased the criminals down to the river and was getting ready to get into a high speed boat when their car hit a slippery spot on the road and smashed into a jewelry store. The car exploded on impact but before it exploded I saw the faces of my best friends trying to escape the burning vehicle.
It took a few days to get the accident report which had shown that to fugitives named Bentley and the Murray had been killed by a blast from the vehicle used to steal uncut diamonds. My heart immediately sank into the lowest point in my soul I had just watched my friends die and I was to act as if nothing had happened which I could do but it would be difficult.
After the incident I had to find a way to keep myself afloat I had retired my desk for a Glock and took to the streets I started out guarding a bank and found out that a criminal was only so stupid to think a back window was open and they can outrun a athletic raccoon. After about a week or so I was transferred to the subway and had to catch petty criminals on a daily basis which got tiresome. And after everyday Carm would welcome me home with great food and even better company.