Sly Cooper fanfic12


Special Thanks to Jammin Jabala for allowing me access to use his OC: Julius Black...

Set after Dead Men Tell No Tales, and before the Cooper Vault Job(BCVJ). The adventures that were never told...

Sequel to Cache Raid...


Untold Chronicles...

Lockout


Meanwhile, after prowling throughout the dying, polluted woods, dodging several puddles of acid, and hiking up a hill as more lethal acid rain drizzled over his mask, Sly reached into his pouch and pulled out his Binocucom. Whenever getting to a high point of an area, such as a rooftop or a hill-top, it provided the opportunity to scan and recon the rest of the area. This information proved very helpful in previous missions and jobs, and it gave him an opportunity for sight-seeing.

However, there was nothing worth seeing about this island, past the tainted woods and acid rain puddles, the raccoon came upon a more disturbing view; the complex facility.

The complex was made up of four or five other buildings, out of three of the mysterious buildings, he could only identify them as the factories, building in the center of the complex was, if not mistaken, the weapons laboratory, and the installation farthest from the facility could be the nuclear reactor.

A shiver ran down his spine, triggering the senses of his nature to demand that he turned tail and ran without looking back. However, the raccoon had seen similar sights that had injected fear into his veins. As far as he was aware, he was not afraid of the horrifying laboratory, in fact, what really had his teeth chattering was what the scientist had been working on inside.

He took shelter from underneath a tree, where he, along with his equipment, should be protected from the rain. He leaned against the black bark tree and lifted his Binocs to his eyes, facing the complex facility, and tapped a link over to Bentley's laptop.

"This is the Wizard, I'm receiving you contact Agent Prowler," the turtle responded, via his "legit" codenames which he had made up and provided for the Cooper Gang, "What's your status, Prowler?"

"First off, I'm beginning to have cold feet about the nickname, out of everyone else, I'm still the one with the lame nickname," Sly joked, and then became more concise, "secondly: I'm in visual range of the complex facility, and it's even less pretty than we thought."

"Is it really that bad?"

"See for yourself," the raccoon zoomed in on the complex, as its image appeared on half of the turtle's laptop screen, as Bentley's eyes widened.

"Gads!" He said underneath his breath, "I've never seen a station so isolated from society for so long. There must be something worth the time and expenses, stationary within the lab."

"Alright, I'm heading inside. I'll take a few pictures and contact you, just in case there's something you need to see," Sly replied, switching off his Binocs as he made a sprint for the laboratory.

He leaped off the hill, and activated his Paraglider, as he flew through the air and rain. However, the acid rain burnt through the fabric in which his parachute was made up of, causing a disruption of his flight. The raccoon struggled to maintain altitude and then crash landed into the shadows of the laboratory, instantly shielding him from the rain.

He threw off the destroyed parachute, just before the acid could come in contact with his skin, and stood to his feet, leaning close to the wall as to hide from any patrolling guards. He was not sure if he had been spotted while dropping flight, usually he was very careful about maintaining stealth, but considering no alarms were screaming to report an intruder, it calmed him to know that he had not yet been discovered.

Now undetected, the raccoon scanned the area for a way inside, an entrance that did notinclude the front door. Finally, he found one of the traditional entrances, even to non-thieves, of most current times, an air vent. He pulled out a multi-purpose hand tool, selecting the screw driver function, and began to unscrew the vent lid off. After which, he detached and removed the vent lid and reattached it as he slipped through the ventilation system.

In his experience with ventilation traveling, it was important not to touch the ceiling, or sides all too often, in case of sudden rise or decrease of temperature. Sly was lucky he was not claustrophobic, in his current position, it would be a nightmare. From the looks of everything else on Howlers, claustrophobia might be the least of worries.

Finally, he came across a vent lid, which was his exit out of this air vent. He unscrewed the lid and placed it inside the shaft, he stuck his head out to scan the current location of the laboratory. He was inside a hallway, made up of white tiles that covered the walls and floor. With that, he leaped out of the vent and landed on his feet. With his boots touching solid tiled floor, he placed his back against the walls, and removed his gas mask, in haling the fresh, unpolluted oxygen of the laboratory.

Now that he was inside, perhaps he might find what he, along with the Cooper gang and crew, were looking for. The lost piece of the Cache Isle treasure, in which they had believed to be here, must be somewhere inside the laboratory. Considering the owner may spend most of his time playing mad scientist in the laboratory, the wealth used to fund the entire Howlers installation should be kept close.

With that, he prowled down the white tiled hallway and headed into the next room, it was time to see what this was all about.


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