Ok...This is my first fanfiction I'm uploading here...
Usually I upload this stuff to deviantArt, but I wanted to try this site as well since I heard it was better for literature.
Mind you, I believe my writing skills need to be improved and all that so I thought doing writing exercises such as this would help sharpen those dull skills.
No, I didn't write a fanfiction of the fifth game. I didn't mean too, it's sorta up to you to come up with how the previous adventure of the gang went down. You'd probably come up with a better version of it than me.
This story may get a bit grim for some people...I think it's nothing, but it's worth a mention for those people who really don't care for violence and the deadly details.
And cliche...it kinda gets cliche...
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He was at a loss for words. He just sat there, staring into the vast oblivion that the small white room somehow contained. It was great and endless, but yet it was confined to just a plain, little room. Oh the irony. Thoughts roamed in this bliss, twirling, fluttering, and then falling as fast as his heart sank.
How?
When?
And most importantly why?
Why did this happen? How on earth had he not seen it before? When did she turn out to be-
No, No. This was impossible. This had to be an elaborate hoax. She really couldn't be…this. He had known her for such a long time; he would've picked up any little hint that this…this kind of-
There was a knock at the door of the room, which opened the well-known and shunned mental door back to reality. He decided not to take it or at least not to react to it.
Noting the absence of response, the source of the knock opened the door a crack, apparently finding the business of actually entering the room and confronting the occupant to be too unconventional.
"Bentley…it's time…"
The turtle didn't move.
"Bentley…I understand that you may not, after what you have gone through and learned and now have to go through ag-"
"I'm fine. I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not really your concern."
"Your satisfaction and well being is. Mainly because I own this entire facility and all of the-
"I know. I know…. Just give me a few more minutes."
"I would, but you've been in here for nearly half an hour. Your friends will be worried if you don't return to them soon."
The knocker, out of impatience, decided it was best to show himself to emphasize the urgency. He was a stout, middle-aged falcon dressed in a big black business suit. Despite his small height, his economic stature and power was made evident by his attitude and his over all appearance. He was clean-cut and brisk, but still possessed a sort of dignity and pride for his occupation. Upon the corner of his chest a name tag read;
Special Clearance; Mr. Steve J. Hawk, Field of Technological Development Research and Containment.
Bentley, after a long pause and a sigh, turned to face him.
"Ok", he finally replied, "I'm ready".
The day before;
This was it. Everything was finished. All the Cooper gang's enemies had been defeated. And with Sly back in the picture, everything was fine again. The gang could finally go back to thieving in peace. Indeed everything was in place.
Except for one thing….One person.
Penelope, the mechanic mouse was missing yet again. After her second attempt at destroying the Cooper clan was foiled by no other than Sly's gang, she was promptly returned to jail to live in a substantially more secure cell. Due to the severity of her most recent crime and the fact that her previous escape had gone unpunished, she was to stay there for the remainder of her days. But once again due to the absence of secure funding and lack of competent guards, the rat had managed to slip back into the world.
Thus the peace was once again disturbed.
Bentley was busy adjusting his binocucom to better focus on their target. A few anonymous tips had led him and the gang to this military base out in the middle of nowhere. Apparently a pink mouse with blond hair using technologically advanced weapons had been sighted here. How and why people would somehow be wandering around a place like this was beyond him, but that really wasn't important.
A buzz came from the radio. *CHIIRWHIZZzz…BENTLEY?! CAN YOU HEAR ME!*
Bentley wasn't sure if he was amused or annoyed.
"Yeah, I hear yah Murray"
*This is getting kinda boring…Can we grab some food or something? This desert is really making me want desserts.*
"Not now, we just have to be patient, that's all"
A tumbleweed rolled across the stretch of land that separated the hill he was stationed at and the square concrete building in front of him. So far it was the 4th tumbleweed that blew in that direction since he first started the observation, properly displaying the lack of activity he was waiting for.
The absence of any life and evidence was something that was bugging him from the beginning. Everything about the events…or lack of events…was just weird.
Penelope, the last time she escaped the law, had sent a constant supply of letters and postcards. This time there was absolutely none. Zero. Zip. Nada. Absolutely no sign of her existence. He figured this was her way of finally cutting their ties, but knowing her, something didn't feel right. She would at least make a final, and most likely mocking, message to the gang before she'd go off like this. It just didn't seem like her.
*BENTLEY! Are you awake? Sly wants to say something!*
The paraplegic jerked his head back up, "Ye-Yes?".
*Bentley…I really think we should head back. We've been waiting here for a few hours now.*
He sighed.
*I know you're really into this, and I understand why, but we really can't wait this long and risk getting caught. We can continue this tomorrow.*
Bentley, for the first time in what seems like an eternity, tore his eyes off of the structure.
"Ok…I guess you're right. I just…can you wait for one minute…just one?"
*Alright, just a minute.*
The turtle turned off the radio and turned back to the base. It was as quiet and bland as ever. From a distance it looked almost abandoned. It wasn't run down by any means, but it certainly showed no sign of occupy. There wasn't even any security guards or agents roaming the place. Some sanctuary.
He unscrewed his canteen and took a gulp of water. The desert heat, although decreasing with the twilight, was certainly taking its toll. Almost nobody would live in a place like this, let alone survive in it without a steady supple of water and food, and the closest source of both was hundreds of miles away. Bentley concluded, from the remote location and the nonexistence of people that what ever they kept in this base was extremely valuable or extremely dangerous.
Bentley got up and leaned back into his wheelchair. It was safe to say that there wasn't anything suspicious going on here aside from the complete absence of activity, and chances are there wouldn't be any activity for an even longer period of time.
It was time to go back to the safe house. There he could come up with a plan to maybe bug the place and get past the mouse-like figure in the-
Wait.
It was her.
He'd know that silhouette anywhere!
The turtle grappled for the radio and bashed the on button.
"SLY! MURRAY! I FOUND HER! I FOUND HER!"
*What? You serious?*
"YES! She's on the roof! Look!*