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

No more than half an hour had Johnathan Sawyer explained the critical of Howlers' complex facility, and during which, Bentley and Penelope compared their own information with his in order to achieve a better understand of what they were up against. He told them that the other prisoners were incarcerated within the kennels of the facility, and gave a deep hearted description of how the androids treated them all like animals. But for some odd reason, the young man could not bring himself to tell them of the beast inside of him. Already, everything he had told them sounded beyond sane, how could he possibly explain that a monster was sleeping inside of him, ready to awaken at night?

As the poor, tortured boy told them every detail, Bentley came to the uncertain yet possible conclusion; this young man wasapart of the biological weapons program on Howlers. He lowered his head in deep thought, deep enough so that nothing could distract him, not even when Sly and company entered the infirmary. Nothing appeared to make probable or understandable logical. The bio-weapons program, the spice shipment crates, the synthetic clones, the symbol of the Klaww Gang, and this mysterious boy whom happens to be apart of it all?- It just did not add up!

"Hey pal," Sly greeted, standing behind him. It always annoyed the turtle whenever the raccoon "magically" appeared next to him and "suddenly" disappear whenever he turned to face him. However, he was not disturbed by him at the moment, it was the puzzle of this mystery he was trying to piece together, "you alright?"

The turtle placed his elbow on his chair's arm and his hand on his chin to support his head, "Yeah, I'm all right. I'm just a little frustrated is all," he admitted.

"We can't figure out the situation," Penelope added, "we know the pieces to the puzzle, but we can't put them together."

"May I make a suggestion?" Borg asked, placing the removed android head on his desk, "Now that the patients are insured, I can access my counterpart's memory software and learn of its programming. I should be able to discover what it is we are up against."

"And if you do learn of its programming, are you planning on telling us?" Sly asked. Behind him, the Sergeant folded his arms.

"Well, this is restricted information that must be kept classified from any and all outsiders, which includes you all. so with that, I make no promises..." The android replied, pulling a plug and cord from his head. As he was about to insert his plug into the machine head, Wilson stopped him, grabbing his skinny arm holding the cord and held it away from the head.

"Now hold up there, Tinman, ever since we got here you've been keeping secrets from us," the Sergeant pointed out, "and I think it's high time you give us a reason to trust you."

"As I recall, I have given you a reason to trust me, Mr. Wilson," Borg told him, "if not for me, you would have been at the bottom of the ocean, either dead or digested. Which in this case is the same thing."

"Yeah, he would have been sleeping with the fishes..." Adams whispered to Freddy.

"'Sleeping with the fishes?'- what, was he getting an apartment with Spongebob Squarepants?!" The rodent replied.

Without hearing a word of their remarks, the android went on, "...And I have yet to hear a decent 'thank you' since your rescue and treatment."

Alike their previous chess game back on Cache Isle, Borg had reached a stalemate that left the Sergeant silent and dumbfound. Defeated, the cougar scratched the back of his neck, and was left to only admit that his king had been overrun, "You're right... thanks... for saving my skin back then." He said, releasing the machine's arm as he nearly choked on his own pride. He was grateful, but it did not mean he was not suspicious.

"You're truly welcome," the android replied, and withdrew his plug and inserted it into the other machines head. As a result, his eyes changed from its bright blue color to a processing green, as his figure stood listless.

Everyone else watched in curiosity of what the robot was seeing through his counterpart's head. Most of them were never holding an interest in technology, but it never meant they could be interested in the cyberspace. Sly shot the Sergeant a confused look, the cougar only shrugged his shoulders. Borg stood listless and silent for a few minutes, and then finally returned from his "trip."

"Oh dear," the machine began, sounding as if disconsolate, "oh dear, oh dear... this is not good..."

"Is it something we should know?" Bentley asked, turning his wheel chair to face the machine.

"Oh believe me, it's nothing you want to know," Borg exclaimed, sounding slightly afraid of something, as he removed his plug from the head.

"Want to or not, we still need to know what's got you jumpy," Sly seconded with the turtle, leaning on his cane.

"I highly believe that it would be better if we went about the rest of our lives without knowing," the android suggested, "which is why Mr. Sawyer here must be returned to the complex facility's kennels."

The young man gasped under his own breath as his blood ran cold, "No..." he whispered. After suffering a year and finally eluding the metal men hunters he was not prepared to return there again. "No... no..."

"Borg, we can't just abandon this kid to the other androids," Neyla remarked, "isn't there another way?"

"Why yes, I'm sure we can acquire an antidote within the facility."

"An antidote? An antidote to what?" Penelope asked, anxious.

"That, I am not allowed to tell you, and if we do not return him to the kennels, we may end up learning in the most disturbing times," the android explained, "So I suggest we take the young man and.."

"No!!!" Sawyer yelled, leaping from the mattress and snatching the Sergeant's holstered pistol, pointing it straight at the machine, "I'm not going back there!!!"

His breathing was provoked as he held the firearm at Borg, as well as anyone who dared to relieve him of the weapon. Being the only one, as far as he could tell, holding a lethal weapon, he could never understand nor see the hostile he was becoming. If possible, the beast would have awoke from his yelling, and perhaps even it would fear him, or it would take his place in terrorizing the crowded infirmary.

However, he was caught unaware as a small dart punctured his arm. Dumbstruck, he did not notice that someone had aimed a tranquilizer on him, he had been to distracted in killing the android. As the drug of the dart flew through his bloodstream, he lost his grip on the weapon, and slumped, once again, into unconsciousness.

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