This story…will be dark. Very dark.

In the midst of Paris, a young raccoon at the tender age of twenty squatted nervously in his spot.

There was reason for it, of course. One was that he was Sly Cooper, renowned master thief across the world, and this might be pre-heist jitters. That was not completely true, as he was not 'stealing' anything. It could be that his childhood friend would blast him for doing 'this'. It could also be the fact that where he was wasn't the best place for him.

Still, he had to get these flowers for her and he did leave some francs to cover it. Now how to break in and leave them with Carmelita without getting caught would be tricky, considering how deadly her apartment has become once she had learned of his nightly visits. He was lucky Bentley hadn't learned of them yet or Bentley would had shaved his tail.

Then again, he always loved the challenge and what was more of a challenge then breaking in when she was already home. All he had to wait until she went to a separate room and he would be able to give her gift.

He waited a few minutes, she finally got up and went to her bathroom.

"Good, now time to give her the gift." Sly grinned as he slide into the apartment.

Then came The Message came.

"Greetings Sinners of the world. I am the Cleansing Angel of Heaven. I shall purge this realm of the Sins that plague our world in corporal flesh!"

It was a short message on TV, one that made no sense. It had broke through the broadcast, blank screen and it was over before he could grasp what was said. Scratching his head, he heard a gun clock.

Spinning around, with a grin on his face, "Ah Carme-" Sly had to jump as the shoot went off. She was glaring at him, hold her pants up with a paw. Her TV was destroyed.

"What, something wrong, my dear-" Sly yelped as the flowers he held was blasted. "Bad time?" He asked in an innocent tone, with a gleam in his eyes.

"COOPER!" She finally said something, screaming his name!"

"SLY!" Bentley yelled in his ear, apparently heading what had happened.

Ok, Sly would admitted he was in some trouble.