DM149: New chap for The New Guy. More emphasize on the background level in this chapter. Such as the boss, the problem, and the first phase. This chap will be third-person.
A figure silhouetted against the night sky leaped freely across the rooftops, focused on his destination. His name was Sly Cooper. The Thevius Raccoonus. (couldn't resist)
Sly made his final leap and landed on the balcony of the La Lugar hotel of Barcelona. He opened the door quickly and stepped inside. His friends and teammates were all preoccupied when he entered, Bentley was typing away on his laptop, Murray was mindlessly playing Unreal tournament 3 against the Guru who was eyeing the controller suspiciously and Penelope was making some last minute repairs and tune ups on her RC vehicles.
"Ah Sly, did you get those recon photos?" Bentley asked as the only one looking up from the group. "Sure did." Sly said as he handed the binocucom with the photos to him. Bentley grabbed it and rolled back to his computer, and plugged it in. "Good, I'll have the slideshow up in 10 minutes." Bentley replied before going back to working on his laptop again.
Sly hesitated for a minute but sat down in the chair across from Bentley and spoke in a quiet but stern voice. "Uh Bent, there's something else." Bentley paid attention and shifted his eyes from his laptop to his friend whom rarely used a voice like that unless something really was wrong. "What's up Sly?"
Sly sighed before answering. "Well…
(Flashback)
"Ok Sly, you know the drill, get a few recon photos of Pedro Cassalinte's operation and we might figure out a way to convince Marcus to come onto the team." Bentley's nasally voice came through the raccoon's binocucom . "No problem, I'll just slip through the vent system to the observation deck." Sly replied non-challantly.
"Are you sure." Bentley asked. "Well, they've never let me down before. So yeah I'm sure." Sly replied before he hung up the com and jumped with an acrobatics ease down the vent system and landed with only a slight thump on the bottom. He twisted his cane in his hand before lying on his stomach and crawling down the vent system.
He soon arrived at the observation deck, he saw that two big flashlight/MP40 machine gun wielding German shepards were guarding it, luckily they hadn't seen him yet. "Hey, you gonna be at the city races?" the first guard asked in a Spanish accent.
"I'll be there." The second replied. "Jakkie's my boy, he always wins." The first continued. Sly mouthed the words 'bla bla bla' and rolled his eyes at the guards before throwing a snooze bomb at the pair.
The two guards muttered something unintelligible before falling to the ground once the bomb went off. Sly slipped past the two silently over to the balcony. Upon looking down he immediately noticed his target, Pedro Cassilante. He was a large snake-like man with three clawed fingers on his hands and his forked tongue slipping in and out of his mouth, his eyes were a frightening orange yellow with black vertical slits, and was wearing a black suit with a blood red under shirt.
Sly took a deep-breath and snapped a few pictures of him and his guards with his binocucom. "Alright, that should be enough to please Bentley." Sly muttered to himself. But just before he was about to put the binocucom away,the communicator came up and revealed a blacked out figure on the left. "Hello?" Sly asked. The man noticeably had a voice-changer on but Sly could make it out. "Leave Barcelona by tomorrow, your life will depend on it, you have been warned." The man hung up after that.
Sly lowered the binocucom to his pouch; involuntarily shaking at the threat he was just given. And without a second thought, he ran back up the vent and started running back to the safehouse.
(Flashback over…)
Bentley was looking up at the ceiling in deep thought once Sly finished his recollection.
"hmmmm, you couldn't see the man's face?" Bentley asked. "No, he blacked it out and used a voice changer." Sly replied.
Bentley kept thinking for a while before Sly spoke up. "So, what do you think we should do?" "Well, I don't think we should take too many precautions, the threat is probably idle. Why? Is Sly getting scared?" Bentley asked mockingly.
Sly just smiled and retaliated. "Hey, I said I got a threat. I didn't say I was going to listen to it." Bentley couldn't help but smile at his friend's cockiness before returning to his work. Sly smiled back before taking his place on the couch and watching Murray utterly pwn everyone he saw on UT3.
DM149: Ok seems like a good place to stop. Took me long enough, I just hate writing this plot development. I want to get to the action. P.s. I'm a little worried that my readers have not actually played the Sly Cooper series. So give a HOORAH! In your reviews if u have played Sly3. See ya!
