Operation Killer Chapter 1: A New Case, a sly cooper fanfic

Simba here: I decided to write a longer Sly Cooper fic after the last one got some awesome reviews. Well, here goes something.

Disclaimer: Sly Cooper and all the other characters are property of Sucker Punch Inc., not me.

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Chapter 1: A New Case

"Well, if it isn't Cooper's girl?" a female constable said as Carmelita Montoya Fox walked by her, making sure to emphasize the latter part of her sentence. The vixen whipped around to face the unfortunate antelope. This one was developing an unfortunate habit of taking every opportunity to annoy Carmelita. "Can it, Amanda!" she shouted in her spicy Latino accent.

Amanda smirked at the fiery Carmelita's response. "Well, I can see the thief likes girls with attitude. Guess it turns him on. Speaking of which, is he good?" she continued, which irked Carmelita far beyond the danger point. The Spanish inspector took a few slow, deliberate steps up to where the Amanda was standing.

Carmelita towered over the short constable, and that coupled with the expression of rage she was wearing, was quite intimidating. The now frightened Amanda started to slowly back away before she could dig herself any deeper into the hole she'd dug for herself. But it was too little, too late.

Carmelita cracked her knuckles rather loudly, and yelled at the cowering antelope. "Shut the hell up!" The vixen shouted. She then punched the constable straight in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her lungs.

Amanda was now lying on the ground, gasping for air. Carmelita was satisfied with her work, and so turned around and continued to her original destination: her office.

Once the vixen reached the red door to her office, she grabbed the brass doorknob and yanked it open.

Finally, she was in the safe confines of her personal room. Carmelita let out an exhausted sigh and slumped down, till she was setting with her back to the door. "What did I do to deserve this?" she asked to nobody. The downhearted vixen put her head in her hands, and started to cry.

At first, she didn't know why she was crying. Perhaps she was all the crap her fellow Interpol officers threw in her face. Perhaps it was the countless times she'd spent entire nights looking through case files, working twice as hard as every other officer. Or perhaps, it was that she was lonely. Plain and simple loneliness. Ever since her parents had died, she'd been alone.

No friends. No family. Nobody. Except Sly, said a voice in the back of her head. She'd often heard that voice before. She heard it whenever Sly said some flirty comment, trying to convince her that it was more than just a pickup line. For some reason, she always felt… safe around him.

Sure, to the outsider, how he acted would just seem like nothing more than 'flirty chit-chat', but beneath all that, Carmelita knew he really cared for her. Or at least, she hoped so. He'd saved her multiple times, despite the personal risks, and had never once taken advantage of her, in any way whatsoever. He'd treated her better than any other man in her life, albeit, that wasn't saying much.

Sly was the closest thing to a friend she had. After their talk aboard the helicopter, she felt like she got to know him. And she found it was nice to actually talk to someone without them insulting her or paying less attention to what she was saying and more to her attractive features. Sure, she never expected it to be Sly Cooper, but, he had saved her a year prior, and he did help her bust some high-level criminals, which had probably saved her job on multiple occasions. She owed him that much.

Little did she know, the very raccoon who she was thinking was perched on the rooftop of the building across from her, watching with worried eyes as she cried her eyes out. Watching Carmelita was often a hobby of his, but never, ever had he seen her cry. It made him feel sad, and helpless.

Carmelita put more effort into her job than anyone, and for what? So she could be insulted by everyone at Interpol for failing to catch one criminal? Other officers were praised if they could do half as well as she did. To be threaten with being fired if she failed to catch him one more time? Nobody else had even come close to him. Carmelita deserved better than this.

The buzzing of Sly's binoccucom nearly caused him to fall off the building edge. He picked up the red communicator and answered it. "Yeah Bentley?" he asked. "Sly, where are you?" the turtle asked, sounding seriously ticked off. "Oh, just watching my favorite Inspector," he said with an unseen grin. "Sly, get your tail back her now," he ordered coldly. "Okay, I'll be back in fifteen minutes," the raccoon answered. He then put the device away.

Meanwhile, Carmelita had dried her eyes and dragged herself to her desk and dropped into her chair. Before her sat the familiar stack of papers, and she sighed, knowing she would probably be staying here for another three hours.

So, she started sifting through the papers, most of it being hate mail from female officers, and inappropriate invites from the male ones, all of which she promptly shoved into the trashcan adjacent to her desk.

Them, something caught Carmelita's attention. It was a rather large, tan envelope, marked "Classified". She opened the envelope and pulled out its contents. In it was a mug shot of a rather ugly gorilla, which was attached via a paperclip to several papers, the first of which was a letter addressed to her from Chief Barkley.

Dear Inspector Fox,

I have decided that you need a temporary break from the Cooper case. Attached is all the information we have, both public and classified, that Interpol possesses on an anarchist group called Killer centered in Southern Asia, though their members come from all over the world.

Also attached is a photo of Moe Jacobs. As far as evidence goes, he's the leader. However, his psych eval doesn't match up to that of someone who could mastermind a group this big. Our guess is that he's working with someone else, someone with experience in organizing manpower, possibly someone in the military.

Your mission is to infiltrate their ranks and capture this mystery man. Once he's out of the picture, the group will fall apart. If you succeed, you will be promoted to captain. You're plane for Beijing will leave at 8:00AM sharp. I'll be expecting progress reports every week. Good luck, Inspector.

Chief Robert Barkley

Carmelita sighed and dropped the paper-clipped papers back on the desk and leaned back in her chair. Well, I've always wanted to go to Asia she thought with a smile.

Outside the office, Sly was intently scanning the papers on Carmelita's desk through his binoccucom. An anarchist group? Don't they send teams out for this sort of thing? Carmelita is gonna need my help on this one he thought to himself.

The raccoon pressed a couple buttons on his communicator, and spoke into it. "Bent, pack your bags; where going to China." "What!" the turtle blurted out. "You heard me: get three tickets for the next plane to Beijing. Carmelita got assigned a new case, and I think she'll need our help," Sly explained. "No," Bentley said, his tone turning cold. "Sly, were not helping Inspector Fox again. If she doesn't catch you, some other Interpol officer will. Or did you forget that you are the most wanted thief in the world? Every police officer has your face memorized. We can't afford to take unnecessary risks."

Sly could tell convincing his friend wouldn't be easy. "Bentley, this isn't your ordinary counterfeit operation, it's practically a whole army. From what I can gather, a terrorist group called Killer is causing trouble, and Carmelita's job to break it up. If we don't help her, she could end up dead," he said in a serious tone.

Bentley sighed. "Is it really that bad?" he asked, sounding a bit more amenable. "Yes," Sly answered, not letting up. "Well, okay, but try not to get caught," Bentley said in a resigned tone. "Thanks pal," Sly said. "Don't mention it, please," the turtle said dryly. "Alright, let's start packing," Sly finished, and then darted off back across the dark rooftops of Paris back to his safehous.

Back in Carmelita's office, the vixen was pouring over the info sent to her. The Chinese police hadn't given her much to work with. "No surprise there," Carmelita said to herself dryly. It was true; even with the limited experience in international affairs that she had, she'd learned that China had an ongoing problem with keeping crime in check. As if things weren't bad enough there. (A/N: Listen, I don't hate China or anything, but I had to have some country in this position, and China is having internal affairs issues. But I'm not a racist or anything)

This is gonna be a long assignment Carmelita thought to herself. She slumped back in her chair once more with an exasperated sigh. Sometimes I hate this job

(A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. Good? Bad? Reviews are appreciated, but flames will be ignored.)