Chapter 2
A/N: Characters are not mine, except for Pops. Also, if you want to suggest songs for Sly to listen to, let me know.
Same Day(Wednesday) at around 2:00
Carmelita was fuming as she sat at her desk at the precinct. Barker was in a tizzy, finding his safe had been broken into by Cooper really set him off, and caused him to go and complain to the chief. The chief, ironically, went straight to Carmelita and started to chew her out after finding out about the situation. After her severe dressing down from the chief, she was seriously pissed off. She had her head down as she worked on the other cases on her desk. She found one that was very interesting to her. Apparently, the Contessa, her so called mentor turned evil-doer, was soon to be released on parole. She didn't give it any mind at the moment, but made a note of it for later. She sighed as she drowned out the sound of the ringing phones, chattering voices, and computer keyboards being typed on. She thought back to her meeting with Cooper. She smiled a little as she tried to clear her mind. He seemed to be honest, at least. She felt like he was at least trying to do something good, but her job made her look at him as a thief. She thought of him as a thief, and always would. But something itched at the back of her mind that made her question if he was really that bad in what he was doing. She didn't know why, but there was always that feeling that chasing him was eventually going to run her ruined. The stress that the chief was putting on her, plus all the other cases she was handling was really getting to her. Maybe she needed a break? To go and clear her head, to just decompress and enjoy some off time. She pulled out her phone and started to dial her mother. Her mother lived all the way in California, so this was going to be a little expensive call.
"Hello," an older voice said on the other end. Carmelita smiled.
"Hello Mami. It's me." The woman laughed and said, "Hello hija. How is France this time of the year?" The inspector fox smiled and said, "It's lovely Mami. Listen, I need a break from this police work for a few weeks. Would it be alright if I could come over for a visit and see you all again?" The older woman smiled on the other end of the phone and said, "Of course mi la hija. Your Papi and I will love to see you again. Plus, your sister and brother need you here to straighten them out. But don't tell them I told you." She gave a small laugh as she asked, "When are you planning on coming?" Carmelita thought for a minute and said, "Ohh…in a few days." The older woman smiled as she said, "Ok hija, stay safe until then. I love you." Carmelita grinned as she said, "Love you too Mami." She sighed as she turned the phone off and stood to go speak about going on vacation for a bit to relieve some stress.
Meanwhile, at the Safehouse
Sly was leaning back in his bed again, day dreaming about the dream he had the night before. He was slightly worried about it. Was it foreshadowing of his future, or was it just his sub-conscious telling him about his interaction with the inspector. He shrugged to himself as he stood and went to go take a quick shower. After washing, he changed into some fresh clothes. A yellow t-shirt, zip up blue hoodie, pair of blue jeans and his favorite pair of converse. He walked into the living room and said, "So…now that we got that done, what do we do now?"
Bentley was busy typing away on his computer. "Well…I have a lead in central California. Apparently, they have some really old party mask from the 18th century on display over there. It's worth a fortune, and I think we could make quite a bit of thiefnet." Sly smiled as he said, "Good work Bentley, looks like we have our new mark. Any history on the mask?"
Bentley smiles as he said, "I do my research. This mask has been stolen from them before, by multiple thief groups, but it has always been returned. The mask itself was stolen from a great family in the UK, and has now been found in a museum. So, we would be doing something good if we were to steal it. We can find a buyer that has a connection to the family and get it back to them, while still making a chunk of change."
Sly smiles and chuckles as he says, "Excellent work Bentley. Hey Murray, how does California sound?" He popped his head into the living room and said, "Oh boy! Going to Cali huh? That's where we first met Sly! In the orphanage together. Aren't you a little bit worried about going back? I mean…your parents did die there…"
Sly looked down at his feet before he said, "Yeah, I know Murray. I made my peace with them a long time ago. But, still, it will be nice to head back home. Get a taste of Cali weather and hey, maybe pick up some new music along the way." Murray nodded as he said, "Awesome! I'll make sure the coolant in the van is good before we head there. Cali weather sucks when it gets hot!" Sly chuckled as he said, "Alright, well it is settled then. Cali is where we are headed." He walked out of the safe house and climbed up to the roof. He grabbed his CD player from his zip up and started to listen to music. He smiles as a good song starts playing.
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass…
He grinned as he bobbed his head to the music, enjoying the beat and listening to the music that he remembered growing up. His mind flashed back to as he was growing up on the streets in Cali. He had met Bentley and Murray in the orphanage, yes, but they had ended up splitting ways for a short time, about two or three years or so. In that time, Sly stole what he could to survive. It pained him to do it, but he had to. He really hated stealing from honest businesses, and was worried his dad would have been upset at him. In all that time, he made a few more friends around California until he ended up back with his two good friends he had met at the orphanage. He sighed as he continued to listen to one of his childhood favorites. He started off across the tops of the roofs, heading to nowhere in particular. He could remember one specific time…when he met the one person he would always consider a second father, even after his had passed…
Eight Years Ago…(Sly is 13 at this time)
The sound of gunshots echoed through the cold streets of the neighborhood as Sly walked down the sidewalk. He had managed to steal some food for the night, his sleeping quarters were an old house that had been abandoned. He bumped into someone he hadn't seen, falling onto the sidewalk. His cane clattered to the sidewalk as he looked up at the person. He was a tall male Panda, tattoos and scars on his body showing a history Sly hoped he would never follow. The big Panda smiled down at the small racoon before saying, "Hey little man. Whats up? You headed home?" Sly looked down as he stood up, grabbing his cane, the Thevius Raccoons in his backpack.
"Uh…I don't have a home sir…I'm…homeless." The panda grunted as he said, "Ah…parents got killed then? Or did you run away from home?" The small boy shook his head. "My parents got killed by some nasty people…" The larger panda stooped down to the small male and said, "What's your name son?" The small raccoon stuttered as he said, "S-sly sir. Sly C-cooper." The panda chuckled as he said, "How about you come stay at my place for the evening little man? I can hook you up with a place to stay while I find you a permanent place. If I can't well…you can stay with me if you need to. I got a big enough house for ya." The raccoon boy smiled as he said, "Thank you sir!" The panda chuckled as he said, "Call me Pops kid."
Present Day…
Sly smiled as he continued to run. Pops was a good man, though he was in a gang, the man had a heart of gold you wouldn't believe. He took Sly in until he got with his friends again, and he always sent a bit of money to him. Sly sighed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed the old mans number. The phone rang before the gruff voice answered, "Hello?"
"Hey Pops. Its the little man." He heard a loud laugh as he said, "Sly Cooper, as I live and breath. How you doing little man? You been making that paper over in France?" Sly chuckled as he said, "Yeah Pops, I have been. Why, you tight for cash?" The panda chuckled as he said, "Nah little man, just making sure you are ok. Me and the missus over here are doing just fine. Why you call little man?"
Sly chuckled as he said, "I'm gonna being coming back to Cali pretty soon for a little vacation." The panda laughed as he said, "Well shit, that'll be all right. Hey, when we get together I'll take you through Compton like we used to do, alright little man?"
Sly smirked as he said, "Still doing the gangster shit huh Pops?" The man chuckled as he said, "You know it little man. It's my life. Anyways, you get your shit together over there and I'll see you around. When you planning on coming down?" Sly thought for a minute before saying, "In about 3 or 4 days from now." The panda nodded on the other end and said, "Alright little man, you stay safe until then, alright homie? I'll get a little welcoming committee together for you and your homies, a'ight?" Sly chuckled as he said, "Alright Pops. Take care big guy." He hung up as he changed the song on his mix CD.
Mmm
Now let's get down to business, bitches
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
and youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider) [gun blast]
He bobbed his head to the beat of the music. He always loved this dis track. He ran back to the safe house after finishing up his quick run. Pops was getting some stuff together for his arrival. This was going to be so amazing to go back to Cali and see him, plus the heist was going to be pretty neat as well. He wondered if he could pull off a few side robberies to help give to the people there. He adjusted the beanie on his head as he continued to run. He needed to start packing.
Meanwhile, at a prison in Prague…
A slender yet shapely woman slowly stepped out of a prison entrance. She held onto a suitcase as she walked down the driveway of the prison. She slowly got into the waiting car that was waiting at the prison entrance. "Miss Contessa…where do you wish to go," the driver asked, looking back at the female. A woman with long black hair, blood red eyes and a shapely body in a business and business pants said, "Take me to my other home in Germany. The one in Berlin. It is time I start my business proceedings again." The male wolf, who was the driver, nodded as he began to drive. The contessa frowned as she thought of who put her in that prison. "Cooper…you and your little group of do-gooders will pay…with your minds…or your lives." She reached over and grabbed a glass and poured herself a glass of cognac. She sipped it gingerly as she said, "And her…she will pay as well…Carmelita." She checked her PDA that was confiscated when she went to prison and looked for numbers. She used the cars phone(the car is like a limo) and dialed the number. "John Bison…I'm out. Start up your operation again. It is time…that we get people to start liking us again." She hung up as she began to sip on her drink again. "Oh yes…they will all pay for what they did." She smiled evilly as the driver began their journey to Germany.
Author Note: Ok boys and girls, this is getting exciting isn't it? What are the chances that Sly and Carmelita end up going to the same place huh? And what about the Contessa? What will happen with her? Tune into the next chapter to find out. Songs used were "Straight Outta Compton" by N.W.A. and "Dollaz and Sense" by Dj Quick. Leave a review and comment and let me know if I need to change some stuff! See you on the next page turn!