'If someone asked me what I wanted to do, I would have answered with 'care for my mother, her sickness had only gotten worse', but that was not how it went for me.' A young bat wrote in his journal as he sat on the rooftops, awaiting something to happen as he continued to write. 'Fortune decided for me as Interpol offered the needed treatment for my mother, but I was initially skeptic, it didn't help that their task was the capture of Sly Cooper, heir to the Cooper Legacy and had become active in recent days, trustworthy intel says that Sly Cooper, along with two unknown allies, were planning on stealing something from Interpol HQ, my task, terminate the raccoon by any means necessary, but that is where the line is drawn.' The bat hummed as he looked to the moon for a moment before returning to his journal and wrote. 'Needless to say, that didn't go over well with the more aggressive members of the world as they wanted the young thief dead, but Death is a LAST RESORT, not an answer to a problem, it never is and, still people believe the lies, anything that would make them think less on the results and outcomes, even the methods are never questioned.' He shook his head as he finished up the entry. 'Still, I am not surprised, the people love the fact that justice is honest, never shadowed with mystery or spite, this is Xander Fangmeen, signing off.' The journal closed and he came to rest on the ground, peering through a scope of a rifle as he hummed, fiddling with the special mods of the weapon as he mused.
"Now then, Mr. Cooper, where are you...?" The lens flew about in search before a tuff of gray was caught and he lined it up. "Hello, Sly Cooper." A young raccoon, donning a blue shirt and gray pants with free room for his tail, he also wore a blue cap and carried the same cane that he carry from his days in the orphanage of Happy Camper. A notable detail was, when he stopped, he pulled out a pair of binoculars from a pouch on his hip and peered about before he replied to someone, mostly an ally as the sight trailed to the ventilation system for Interpol. "What could Interpol have that you need to sneak in from the vents, something is up and it is not something the blue-caps are willing to say." Sly sneaked across the roof and into the vent before Xander adjusted his position peering to find Cooper as he descended down the building and to the main floor for the officers, meaning he had to move out of position and into another site, the rifle collapsing own as he rushed for a better site and dropped again, the rifle returning to size as he mused to the location of where Cooper was heading. "Inspector Fox's office? Why, Sly, how dark of a man would dare to creep into his own love interest's place of work?" But he kept watch as Sly looked at his binoculars before dialing in the code for the safe, strange as it meant that he was getting aid from a hacker or a tech genius, before he pulled out a bundle of files, the scope zooming in to see the name of 'Cooper' on it and the puzzle fit into the world a bit more. "Were you in search of that one file? Maybe, you just haven't let it go." But Xander couldn't deny the similar-aged youth, his family was slain and there was not a trace of the culprits, just destroyed the place, killed his family, and ripped pages from some old book, the same book that stayed with Cooper in the Orphanage. He didn't wait long as a voice called out as Sly paused with a turn.
"Criminal!" From another building, Carmelita Montoya Fox arrived and shouted as she got down to even level with the thief. "You foolish raccoon! I've caught you red-handed!" Instead of running and panicking, Cooper exchanged batter with her as Xander listened through both an earpiece and just their general yelling, they were not quiet one bit.
"Ahh... Carmelita. I haven't seen you since I gave you the slip in Bombay."
"Which reminds me — you need to return the Fire Stone of India to its rightful owners."
"Aw, and I was going to give it to you as a little token of my..." He paused as he commented on the shock pistol in Carmelita's hands. "Hey, you know that bazooka really brings out the color of your eyes. Very fetching!" Inspector Fox countered with a level-head as Xander just shook his head.
"You think? This pistol packs a paralyzing punch. You ought to try it. Might snap you out of your crime spree."
"And give up our little rendezvous?"
"Plenty of time for that once you're safely behind bars."
"Love to stick around and chat, but I just dropped by to pick up this case file." He waved the bundle in hand slightly as he smiled. "I think you've had it long enough." The chase started as Carmelita barraged the scaffolding that Sly quickly dashed and jumped down before getting to the packing lot, cars erupting into flames from the firepower of the shock pistol before Sly slipped into a blue van with his logo on its side and a number of other things that one would actually see in a news van. He frowned a bit as Carmelita shouted after them and primed to chase them down, but first was location, Xander on the tail as he jumped down to where he parked a radiant motorcycle and revved it up before taking off, the rifle back to its smaller size and allowing him to slip past the arousing city as he pursued the van, staying in the blind spots and out of sight before he stopped at a derelict train car on the outskirts and he peered in to find the first place being somewhere in the Welsh Triangle, most likely the Isle of Wrath, but the question was who...? He scoped it out as they debated before he caught sight of the individual they were targeting, Sir Raleigh.
'Why would Cooper's files have Sir Raleigh in them, is he connected in a way?' To bug the car was a wise idea, but a foolish one as they could be moving to the next target and never stay in one place for very long, so he marked the place in his mind and took off, only stopping to mark it down to where they were heading next on a map and moved out, the travel going to give him ample time to ambush Cooper if he is only a thief, but there was far more to the story than what the forces would be unwilling to say in the end, it was his turn to find out, they never needed to know what he does in the end...
Sly rested for a moment as he thought about his renewed hope, finally the time had come to get his legacy back, back from the monsters that robbed him of all he was going to have, they would not stop his mission from beating them and getting back his treasured book of the Thievius Raccoonus, avenge his father and all of their family, and restate the Cooper legend or die trying, but he had a high hope, he was not going to fail. He looked back from the window to see his friends, his 'brothers' of Bentley, the tech genius and strategist for the heists, and Murray, their getaway driver and a big guy, Sly frowning a bit as he thought about it.
Three friends in a band of thieves against whatever was going to hit them with and Murray is only the driver, he was the thief, and Bentley their brains, somehow those odds made it hard to think that they would win right off the bat, but they had to try, they had to... otherwise everything they had done was going to be in vain. He closed his eyes as he turned back to the window, how long was it that he was planning this, the piece to obtain to kickstart the salvation of the Cooper Line.
He opened his eyes again before he mused. "Tomorrow, we will win and fight whatever Raleigh may have to stop, he will not stop me from getting my legacy and hope back..." He closed his eyes to sleep, the time was far past for him and he needed to sleep a bit...