Sly cooper was in darkness. The last thing he remembered was being shot by the strange aliens gun, and then he lost consciousness. He tried to open his eyes but they would always close shut again from exhaustion. After a few tries he got them open enough to look at his surroundings. He was inside an empty warehouse. In the corner was a strange looking military vehicle that seemed to be a mix between a jeep and an APC. He looked to his right to see his friends Bentley and Murray tied to metal chairs with rope. He looked to his left to see Carmelita and Neyla were also tied down. All 4 were just waking up. Finally he looked down to see himself in a similar predicament. He took one more scan of the place before asking the only question that could come to mind.

"Where are we?" He asked no one in particular. He was surprised when someone responded and it wasn't someone next to him.

"You're finally starting to wake up. Good." Spoke someone with a heavy British accent. The voice came form behind him. Sly tried to look behind him but the chair he was in made sure that looking straight and to his sides were his only options.

"Who are you and what do you want with us?" He asked sleepily, doing his best to get fully awake.

"To answer those in order, Sergeant Jacob of delta squad, and you forced us to abort our mission." He answered. Sly chuckled, having a good idea what the mission was.

"Let me guess. You were on an alien hunt, just like the rest of the world?" Now it was Jacob's turn to chuckle and leave sly confused. He began walking in front of him.

"On the contrary. We are the aliens." He stated stopping directly in front of the raccoon, with his arms crossed. At that moment Bentley went frantic.

"OH MY GOD! Are you here to study us! Are you gonna eat us! You're gonna kill us all aren't you!" Jacob sat there quietly, waiting for the turtle to finish but he kept talking, and talking, and talking.

"Avery?" He asked. At that moment another alien, the dark skin one with the minigun, walked behind Bentley and shoved a rag into the frantic turtle mouth. Unfortunately the turtle kept talking through the rag, apparently not noticing the rag made everything he said sound like whines and grunts. Avery having enough of the noise clamped the turtle's mouth shut with his own two hands.

"I'm going to let go now. When I do, I want you to shut. The. Fuck. Up. Are we clear?" He asked slowly and darkly. Bentley nodded his head furiously. "Good." He then let go. To everyone's surprise the turtle stayed silent.

"Ok now that that's out of the way, lets get down to buiss-" He was interrupted by an angered shout from a particularly angry vixen.

"How dare you kidnap an inspector of Interpol! You're all going to jail and then to the labs!" Carmelita shouted at the Alien sergeant. Sergeant Jacob along with the rest of his squad seeing where this was going decided to let everyone get this out of their systems.

"Ok. Anyone else got something random and annoying yell at me? Minus the squirrel." He said motioning in Carmelita's direction. At that she really got mad. The next 2 minutes went by with Carmelita sending out an onslaught of curses and swears at Jacob that made all the animals in the room blush. The commandos, minus Avery who was laughing his head off at the Sergeants verbal attack, looked on impassively on the outside. On the inside they were all thinking, "Damn. Wash your mouth with soap."

"Now that that's resolved, lets get down to business. We have a slight problem. We got stranded on your planet in a freak accident and now we have no way of getting back home. You don't have the technology to send us back and to top it all of, your military is looking for us." He explained picking up after Carmelita finished her bad mouthing. He waited and let the gravity of the humans situation sink in. Some of them wanted to help but others, namely Carmelita, wanted them inserted on top of the nearest dissection table.

"Well what do you want us to do?" Bentley asked the human Sergeant. Louie responded instead.

"While you guys were out, we did some research on your computers. We found quite a bit of interesting info. You must be the famous cooper gang? And you, Carmelita, must be the 5th generation policewoman of the foxes correct?" The squad sniper asked.

"6th." She growled.

"Oh yea, Carmen is 5th." Louie corrected himself.

"Yea and?" Sly asked, curious what they were getting at. Even though Louie was standing out of sight, he could tell he was twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"Well we need your help. We need to hide from the military and the law enforcement. Who better to help us in that regard than a gang of expert thieves?" Louie answered, intentionally inflating their ego to get them in good graces. This definitely caught everyone off guard. Here everyone is tied down to chairs expecting to be probed or interrogated violently, instead these aliens, who are obviously no slouches in combat, ask for their help. Sly cooper was inclined to say "no" but he remembered the full-scale army that had the city on lockdown. They were barging into houses and kicking in doors at a furious pace. If they kept going at this rate, the aliens would be found in a week at best. He couldn't stand by and watch that happen, knowing he had the chance to help them. He's already wanted nearly world wide so adding, "aiding wanted fugitives" to his list of felonies won't hurt too much. They can even be a large help in the bigger missions. He still wanted to know what the rest of the gang had to say on the matter.

"Well Bentley? Murray? What do you think?" He asked. In the 5th chair in line, Carmelita was seething in rage. These aliens had stopped her from finally catching sly, abducted her, insulted her, and now were affiliating themselves with crooks before her very eyes! That was the straw that broke the camels back. Any self-control she had now was lost, as she had finished sawing through the rope that had her hands bound moments ago with her claws. She leapt up and charged Sergeant Jacob, carrying all her strength into 1 solid punch. Neyla and the cooper gang could only watch in horror, as Carmelita was about to beat the poor human to a pulp. The genetically enhanced human himself, watched impassively as she charged at him with blind fury. To anyone else on this planet the experience would be horrifying, emotionally scarring even. To anyone who was a veteran in the Niverati war however, such a charge wouldn't have even unsettled you. Niverati would charge in more horrifying actions than this on a daily basis. If you survived your first charge you instantly learned how to quell such attacks quickly and efficiently. That was just what Jacob did.

Jacob brought his left hand around just as the strike was about to make contact. Instead of using the motion to block or counterattack, he pushed Carmelita's forearm just when it stretched out to hit him, effectively redirecting the attack to the left and making the attack miss by a landslide. Sly had to sink back into his seat as far as possible to keep from being slugged by the redirected punch. The wind from the swing ruffled his fur visibly and made his hat shift some. Carmelita was only more angered as her attack met only air. Before she could try for another attack however she was shoved backward with one hand. The human didn't even look like he was putting a small effort into either of the motions. She again rushed the alien, intent on turning him into a bleeding and broken mess. She knew from the first charge that an upfront attack on him wouldn't work so she tried something that she knew he couldn't redirect or dodge without leaving himself open. She aimed a roundhouse kick at his ribs with all her strength fueling it. No one could block that without breaking the used limb. To her and everyone else's surprise however he caught the kick with a single hand. He followed up by dipping under her leg while still holding it. He struck her in the back of the knee of the balancing leg just had enough to make her fall to the ground but not enough to hurt her. She was on her knees, with her back turned. It didn't take a genius to relies she was at his mercy. Instead of a bone shattering strike from behind as she expected, he let go of her foot and walked away. She sprung back up expecting to see him in a combat position. Instead he walked back over to a stunned Sly, Bentley, Murray, and Neyla. The rest of the squad stood behind the chairs watching the scene without any noticeable surprise. Carmelita was the most shocked of them all. No one had ever been able to subdue her in hand-to-hand combat. Sly was probably the only person who she thought had a slight chance at subduing her in close combat, not because of strength but his quickness.

"Now… What was your answer?" Jacob asked the cooper gang. They all looked at glanced at each other once then looked back to the human.

"We'll help you, but on one condition. You have to help us in our mission." Bentley stated, not waisting the chance to have experienced fighters back them up in a tight spot. That got a curious look from Jacob. He looked to his squad. Avery gave an exaggerated shrug while everyone else did their own non-verbal variations of "Don't look at us." Jacob gave them a nod and looked back to the turtle.

"Depends. What's your mission?" He asked evenly, doing a good job of hiding any curiosity in his voice. The turtle took a deep breath then began explaining the entire situation of how clockwork had been haunting the cooper clan up until they destroyed them, and then explained how they were out to retake the clockwork parts and do away with them. Had anyone told any of this to Jacob before, he would've thought they played too much videogames and wrote him or her off as crazy. The proof was right in front of him however. A talking 2 ft. tall turtle was telling him all this from personal experience. Considering the risk they ran simply being in contact with them, the least they could do was help put big bird to rest permanently.

"Deal." Jacob responded. Carmelita had long since gotten over her anger and shock and walked over to the group. She was still glaring daggers into the alien but she could understand their actions based on the situation they were in. It didn't mean she liked those actions however. She would arrest the lot of them at first opportunity. When she gets out of here that is. Wait?

"Hey! What do you plan to do with us?" Carmelita yelled out. Jacob turned to face the fox after glancing at an uncertain Neyla. Carmelita fully expected him to say, "Kill you". She already had everything planned out. They had pilled Sly's cane, Neyla's whip, Bentley's crossbow and her shock pistol in the corner. They took the liberty of driving the cooper van back witch was lucky for her. She, although didn't like to admit it, knew how to hot wire a car. She would sprint toward the shock pistol and use it to blaze away at them while she went for the van. Then she would-

"Let you go." She tripped in the direction of the weapons pile; unintentionally telling the entire squad what her plan was had they said the wrong thing. She wasn't sure she had heard them right. After years of dealing with murderers and sociopaths, any abduction situation she had seen ended in the abductor trying to kill everyone with no more worth to him or her. Either these aliens had no concept what so ever of "no witnesses", which due to the heavy weapons they were packing she highly doubted, or they thought her and Neyla living to rat them out wouldn't affect them badly.

"What?"

"Let you go. Killing the inhabitants of this planet will only give your government an excuse to use deadly force, and if we're forced to temporarily live on your planet then wasting civilians and law enforcement wouldn't be a smart idea." The alien squad leader explained. She was amazed. She expected them to try and undermine the government, live it up as some sort of celebrities, or go on a genocide, but definitely not this. Maybe she just watched too much TV, and because of it, pre-judged them. Still however, they're crooks. They're in cahoots with the cooper gang and need to be brought to justice.

"If you think just because you're letting me go, I wont catch and jail you, your wrong." Carmelita threatened. The alien with the oversized bazooka on his back chuckled at her statement, and then to her further annoyance responded.

"Good. I like a challenge." He stated shouldering some type of pump action rifle. The squad leader then spoke to the gaggle of aliens.

"Cut them loose. We're checking out." He ordered. The aliens with the minigun, sniper, and swords, cut the ropes binding Neyla and the cooper gang to their chairs. "Cooper gang, your van is parked out back." He then looked at the fox and tigress. "You 2, the police should be here in 5 minutes tops." Suddenly he turned to his squad and spun his index finger in a circle then pointed at the APC in the corner. The other aliens nodded and moved to board the vehicle. The cooper gang, after grabbing their items from the pile, ran outside and started up an engine, presumably the vans. Both vehicles once they had all borders took off toward the west. Carmelita, who had long since picked up her trademark shock pistol, could only watch, angered she couldn't stop either party from leaving. She could hear police sirens in the distance. At least she had a lead on where they were going, and only she would catch them. It was bad enough the cooper gang could evade her. If these aliens manage to do so, it would be a shame to the family name.