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
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Inferior counterparts," Borg had said, as if ashamed to be the same model unit as the fallen hunter android.
Among the recon troopers, and Murray, who chanted in victory over the machines, Black felt like the only one watching the lone android alley bent down beside his counterpart. The crocodile observed as he detached the round head from its body, and stored it away in his satchel. It puzzled him about what Borg was planning to do with the head, perhaps he was going to download some information to upgrade himself. Mechanical cannibalism, that was what it was called, and already, it sent shivers up his spine.
His suspicion was born on the day he first met the machine, when the android had first mentioned "I already have plans." As they sailed across the seas in search of Captain Algernon's, Black began to notice that Borg sheltered more secrets than he did. While he planned mutiny, the android had some mysterious plans that he could not decipher, and to make things worse, Borg had known his intentions from the beginning and put an end to them. Now it was the crocodile's turn to get the upper hand.
After acquiring the head of the inferior counterpart, the android turned away from the headless machine and returned to the van to check on his patient. With possession of the robot's head, he should be able to enter into its program memory and learn of Howlers' situation. What interested him more was the boy, perhaps he held better information as to what has gone since he had departed.
Later towards the noon of day, when the acid rain fall ceased, the reconnaissance team and Sly Cooper regrouped to their hideout within the cove, back aboard the Gallantry.
Within the captain's dorm was Sly, Bentley, Murray, Penelope, the Guru, the Panda King, Dimitri, the Sergeant, and Borg sat all around, and began to discuss the observations and intelligence they had collected so far. Out of the information they all had to share, the raccoon's appeared the most interesting, and so it was the first to be discussed.
"So... tell us again exactly what I found," Sly asked, as the turtle observed the photos.
"Clones. Synthetic clones to be more precise," he said, almost intrigued, "we've probably come upon discovering a cloning facility."
"But I thought it was a weapons factory," the raccoon said. And with that question, they all turned to Borg. Seeing as he was related to the same machines whom had attacked them before, it seemed like he may know what was going on.
"That I did, and there is a possibility that it's a biological weapons factory; in which a living specimen is used as a weapon," the android pointed out, "the Director of the Military Weapons Program was a very tempting person."
"Okay... but what exactly was he doing here the last time you were present?" Bentley asked, "and most of all, who is he?"
"I do not know, nor am I allowed to reveal the answer to the second question."
"Although, we might have a clue as to who might be behind this," Sly mentioned, pulling out the so-called clue; the crate lid, "does this symbol look familiar to anyone?"
They all studied the top of the lid, observing the Klaww Gang mark, and out of anyone else, Bentley and Murray were the most shocked. Seeing the all too familiar symbol of the group of villains was one of the most shocking revelation they have obtained. The Cooper Gang had thought they had done away with the Klaww Gang's spice operation, but it appeared as if the gang of villainy had more resources and installations cached in secret places.
"The Klaww Gang?" Said Murray, "Is that all you have that links to 'em?"
"No, I found this lid on a crate, filled with spice," Sly told the hippo. The turtle pondered.
"Hmm, this place must have been their territory, the Klaww Gang must have sent those other androids to raid Cache Isle, and this must be where they stabilize the spice in their operation." He said.
"Maybe, but that doesn't explain the boy we recovered right before we were attacked," Wilson said, "nor does it explain the lab of synthetic clones Coop found."
"I agree," Bentley replied, "Dimitri, did you know anything about this? About an island with robots, people, and clones?"
"Oh my!"
"Nah, I never knew about anything of crazy science, I was groovin' and movin' in my Night Club, that was all I was in charge of," the lounge lizard replied.
"This is just getting more confusing, from the looks of things, Howlers is still operational, and yet the Klaww Gang had been taken down over a year ago," Bentley said.
"Then someone must be in command of Howlers' complex facility, someone who's breeding clones and torturing innocents," Penelope guessed, "it seems like the only solution."
"I don't think so. They Klaww Gang had separated since they all were brought down, and some are... dead." The turtle seemed bothered to admit it, "and the one who died was the only one with any intelligence in advanced technology."
"Then it must be someone else, someone who's not a member, or maybe a secret member," the raccoon suggested.
"Sounds possible, but I'm more concerned with what was going on with that kid," the Sergeant said, "he seemed scared beyond all reasons, and he got shot by a tranquilizer, just before we fell under attack by Borg's relatives."
"I, too, am puzzled about that as well." Said the Panda King.
"I did acquire this," Borg pulled out the head of the fallen android, whom which he had shot down, "I sure I can access its mission log mainframe and learn of its true purpose."
"That's some good news, Borg."
"I agree, but I recommend you get to it after you check on the injured," the Sergeant said, "I have two downed troops and a boy we don't even the name of."
"Agreed, it's time we have a little interview with him about Howlers' operations," Bentley seconded. Everyone agreed.
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