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 breaking and entering the laboratory of the complex facility, Sly Cooper slowly prowled down the hallway, making a stealth approach upon arriving to each room. Walking down a hallway and entering through a door in the middle of the way, especially when you are on a stealth mission, was suicide.
He stood to the left of the door and began to tap the device on his wrist, activating his motion tracker. One of Bentley's new gadgets, the Wrist-MT was a very useful tool when you are trying to stay on your toes and watch for potential danger. He studied the tracker, detecting several heartbeats inside the laboratory room, all of which were lined up and organized into a pattern. One of which not too many normal people would stand in, and when one strange detail was in place, it usually gives the message that there is something worth knowing.
With some quick maneuver, the raccoon tapped the terminal, and as desired, the door slid open. He waited a few minutes before prowling inside, waiting for someone or something to show up at the doorway and investigate. Without hearing a single footstep approach near his position, along with no further movement detected on his MT, he was more suspicious about this than anything else. So without further wait, he slipped into the room.
Once inside, confusion swept over the raccoon, the room which he had entered was a large, wide laboratory coated with white tiles on all walls and on every square inch of floor. Not a soul was seen nor detected by the eyes of the raccoon, he glanced back at the MT, the device said otherwise. According to the gadget, over to his left was a beating heart, a living creature right next to him, but all he spotted on his left was a tube, a tank large enough to hold something Murray's exact size or bigger.
Slowly, curious but cautious, Sly placed a hand on the tank, wiping away the dust from the glass that blocked any view of inside of it. He cleared a wide area of palm-polished glass, allowing him a better vision. He looked through and spotted a silhouette, a body floating in some type of liquid, without scales, feathers or fur, but completely bare shin.
He became more anxious as he scrolled up the body, wondering what type of face this mysterious creature owned. His curiosity lead him to the answer, the head of the body was completely bare of...everything. No hair, no ears, no nose, no eyebrows, no lips, and, in general, no face whatsoever. Only two clear white eyes, without pupils, eye color, or otherwise, and an open mouth, with plain teeth.
The sight brought shivers across his spine, as he backed away from the tank. He spun around to find dozens of other tubes, all containing similar naked bodies with the exact same description, all of which were lined up in the precise pattern as shown on the MT. They were all copies of the first one in the first tank, all... clones. Blank, synthetic clones without true faces. Questions were present, and answers that needed to be found in order to understand the situation.
He pulled out his Binocs and took three recon photos of the tubes, along with the bodies inside. He was puzzled by the presence of synthetic clones, he never understood anything about cloning programs or technology, he knew a little bit about them, but he would rather discuss it with the rest of the team.
After acquiring the photos of the cloning tubes, he moved on down between two rows of tanks, and upon reaching the end of rows, a piece of strange technology caught his eye. A cubicle terminal with hundreds of wires linked to every tube in the laboratory. It looked bizarre, beyond abnormal, alike the Mind Shuffler from Prague, Czech Republic, they were both similarly strange. However, considering it was linking to the cloning tubes, it had something to do with the clones, and whether it was important or not, he took a photo, just in case.
Out of everything he had found in the laboratory was describing the entire complex facility as a cloning factory, which seemed like enough obtained intelligence for the rest of the job. Before he turned to left before triggering any alarms, one more thing caught his attention, a stash of crates.
Sly approached the crates, Binocs still in hand, as he bent down beside a lone, metal box. He holstered his cane on his back, raised his hands over the crate, and took hold of its lid. He removed the top, his eyes widened in surprise, it was filled with spice. Suspicious, his eyes traced back to the lid, he wiped the dust away from the top. With that came his most shocking information yet, for the crate lid held a symbol, the symbol of the Klaww Gang.
Meanwhile, back on the firing line, the recon troopers held their place as the androids began to advance towards them, and although the machines were aware that many of their own numbers were depleting, as the outsiders shot them down, they were also aware that they were getting closer.
One android, in particular, sprinted down hill and past a tree, only to be snatched by its skinny neck, caught off guard, by a large, reptilian fist. It was Black who had captured the machine, and with the knowledge that these robots look the same as Borg, he took the pleasure in ripping its round head off. It felt good, if only it had been the real Borg.
After that, many more fighting machines took its place, letting loose with several plasma rounds. Unfortunately, one shot of plasma raced and pierced Adams in the right arm, the impact knocked him off his feet, as he fell to the ground, yelling and cursing as he gripped his burnt arm.
Miraculously, Fitz and the Sergeant came to his aid. While the coyote stood between him and the approaching androids, shooting automatic fire of armor piercing rounds, as well as his weapon's grenade launcher, diminishing large groups of robots. All the while, Wilson carefully dragged the injured Adams behind the firing line, out of shooting sight.
As the shooting from both sides continued, many spits of plasma splashed against the side of the Team Van, which was beginning to get on Murray's nerves. Finally, he had had enough of it all. He put the gearshift in drive and floored it, setting everyone inside the van in confusion, steering the moving vehicle out from behind the firing line and towards the group of robots.
He floored it and ran over machines, stomping the breaks in the center of the androids. With that, he kicked the door open, and sent an uppercut to the first, closest robot, sending it flying.
Murray, threw a fist at each android, he grabbed a robot and swung it around, using it as a well-placed mallet. When all others were on the ground, the hippo grabbed hold of the robot in his grip and pulled it apart, roaring into the distance.
Although it appeared the battle was won, a remaining android, clever alike the rest of the machines, stood up, plasma rifle in hands, as it took aim for the hippo. However, before it could fire, the blast from another weapon shot it down, dead. The shooter, Borg, who had just leaped out of the team van, approached its smoldering form, sighed, and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Inferior counterparts..."
To Jercer: You are correct, not about the name, but that it was he who had created Borg, however, that's not the revelation about Borg that I had mentioned in the summary. But believe me, you will not want to miss a thing.
To Jammin Jabala: I have a question about your opinion, do you think I should name my chapters to Lockout?
To All Readers: This chapter has a lot of revelation to the plot. Things are going to get a lot more dramatic so I'll just make a suggest: if you want to keep up with the story, you may put it on the Alert List. Believe me, you will NOT be disappointed.
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