I own none of the characters in Sly Cooper or it's sequels.
I only own 1 OC in this fic, her name being Tilly the Rabbit (who is 12 years old).
I will let you know if a new OC will come into play at any point during the fanfic.
With this out of the way, let's begin.
Ch10
Once we finally arrived in Mesa City, we approached the giant gate and I saw that it had barbed wire on it, but the genius mutt who managed to shoot Sly's mom in cold blood didn't think of the rocks surrounding it on the sides. "So this is Mesa City? That bulldog that shot your mom through the heart should be somewhere in here," I frowned as I walked up to the gate entrance and found the bottle that Felicity left, all of the codes being on it. 5 of them to be precise. "He's definitely going to pay for having a hand in killing my family, that much is assured," Sly frowned as we both got over the gate with ease and we saw a couple of lanterns hung up in front of us. That, and the entire town was deserted.
"Hmm... time to use the Ninja Spire Jump," I said as I jumped on the lantern's tip and balanced myself perfectly, which made Sly impressed. "Kitchen Kid, master ninja," I giggled as I continued jumping on the small points until I reached the other side of the gorge, Sly doing the same thing with the same agility. Once we did so, I noted that the enemies here were all dogs, not a nice one among them. "Okay, dogs are naturally jerks to bunnies, that's widely known," I frowned at Sly. "So what? They can't touch you with that boomerang of yours," Sly smiled. "Good point," I smirked as I aimed my boomerang at a dog tied up to a pole and a dog holding a club. I threw it and manipulated the chains so the boomerang slammed both of them in the face, while also slamming the club-wielding dog in the solar-plexius.
"Nice moves," Sly smiled at me. "Hehe. Maybe when all this business is done with the Fiendish Five, I can show you how to use your own boomerang?" I smiled at Sly. "That sounds like it'd be fun," Sly admitted as we then began to run down the expanse of the cliffs with the dogs all knocked out until we reached an abandoned trailer and we saw a new security measure I had only tackled twice before. "Floor lasers. Step on them when they are solid, you get your feet chopped off, followed by the rest of your falling body. They can only be safely tackled when they are blinking," I warned Sly as I demonstrated how to handle the blinking lasers by walking on the blinking sector and running across, barely making it before the lights on the other side flipped over to my own. "Whew! Come on, we need to get going," I smiled as I smashed the corresponding alarm and Sly followed suit.
Once we made it to the other side, we saw a dog that already spotted us and who looked like trouble. Why? He was dressed in and orange prison jumpsuit and his weapon was a iron ball and chain around his ankle that he used as a flail of sorts. "Hehe. Doggy go bye-bye," I smiled as I simply threw my boomerang at him and knocked him out. "Let's move on," I smiled as I then discovered that my walkie talkie I got from Raleigh's ship was starting to pick up some chatter. "Yo, you mugs! Remember our rule: greet all customers to our new casino with smiles! But if they have a badge, shoot 'em up!" I heard a gruff voice say on the radio. It sounded like the boss and that boss had to be Muggshot.
I then answered this with a smile. "Does that mean that we can come in? We aren't cops," I smiled into the walkie talkie, which Sly smiled at. "Wha? Who is this and how did you get this number?" Muggshot asked. "This is the Kitchen Kid and I got this walkie talkie after my trip to the Isle of Wrath. Have ya heard about it yet?" I smirked at him. "So, you're that mysterious bunny girl that took out Raleigh, ey? Listen, kid, I don't like beatin' up children, so why don't ya just go on and get outta my casino back the way youse came?" Muggshot asked me. "Peh. Kinda pointless to say that when you killed a caring mother in front of her children and then let your robotic boss devour and kill the little girl who saw both their parents murdered," I growled at him.
That was enough to get him very scared and confused. "H-How did youse know about dat?!" Muggshot asked. "Because I joined up with the sole survivor of that night. And we're going to make you and everyone else pay for these unjust murders. You think that being tough is so good? Wait until I make you so broken apart that you can't walk straight for a whole year," I growled at him, just as Sly noticed the safe nearby on a large chasm off to the left. He jumped over there while Muggshot spoke some more words to me.
"You really think you can beat me and my boys? Hehe. I like them odds, so I'll give ya a little bet, kid," Muggshot smirked at me. "A bet?" I asked him, wondering what he meant by that. "If youse can reach me and beat me in a fight, you and you alone, I'll give ya all my loot I got 'ere and those damn pages of that Thingus Raccamagoocus. If ya can't, however, I get to keep you as a little plaything to practice my punches on. Whaddaya say, kid?" Muggshot smirked at me as Sly came back, probably hearing most of the conversation. "Hehe. I'd say you are going to lose a lot of money. I'll be there by midnight," I smirked at him.
"That's a pretty dangerous bet you just made, Tilly. You sure you can manage it?" Sly asked me. "Come on, Sly. I'm the Kitchen Kid and I already handled Raleigh and ten kingpins of crime in Europe, 2 of them having bigger biceps than Muggshot himself! If I could tackle those guys, guns included on them, I think I could handle a brutish dog with two handguns and teeny tiny legs," I smirked at Sly. "Just be careful is all I ask. I don't want you to become anyone's punching bag," Sly frowned at me. "Relax, I can handle it," I smiled at him.