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

Prowling through the dark woods of Howlers' Island on a search for the missing escort operative, Rogers, the rest of Red Team had donned and activated their night seeing ability equipment, their flashlight attachments and night vision goggles. The dark in any other island would been nothing, even a tropical beauty when stargazing, but the dark here had eclipsed that description. "Spooky" was not exactly the right word to describe it, it was more terrifying, shiver racing, and more unpleasant than so.

Best not to think of it, Bentley thought, as he, Wilson, Pierce and Vasquez wandered through the last known spot that the missing pitbull, as well as the wolf boy, could be. He looked through the spectacles of the night vision goggles, the green image of the trees, bushes and grass, there was no sign of Sawyer or Rogers, but something caught his eye, a suspicious puddle in the dirt.

The Sergeant bent down beside the puddle and dipped a dagger into it, lifting it up to find it was not being disintegrated by acid, meaning it was no puddle from the previous acid rain. He brought the dagger closer to his face and melt it, obviously it was not acid, but surprisingly... it was blood. Someone had been injured.

Perhaps it might have been from Sawyer, it was possible he could have rolled along a sharp stone and cut himself a wound on a limb. However, seeing it to be a thin stream of blood, it was no small injury, or even an injury at all. Bentley and the Sergeant looked all around, Pierce and Vasquez held their conc-assault rifles ready for conflict, and they started to follow the trail.

The trail of blood lead them to a bush, and to a distrubing sight, there was a pair of legs sticking out from under the leaves. It questioned the turtle as to who the unlucky victim must have been, but he quickly recognized those combat marching boots. They had belonged to their comrade missing in action, and it appears as if they had found him.

"Rogers?..." Wilson called, keeping his weapon pointed as he crept towards the body. He brushed past the bushes, only to find a large, wolf-like creature, nibbling off the headless neck of the corpse meal that used to be the pitbull. The beast looked up to him with yellow eyes that glowed into the dark, the eyes of a vicious predator whom had just found its prey, and with their eyes shortly looked, the beast barked at him.

With that, the Sergeant leaped back from the bushes. He and Bentley watched as the monster poked its head out over the bush, catching all of their attention. The cougar raised his assault rifle and squeezed the trigger, firing a loud train of bullet towards the beast, just before it leaped into the trees, howling once more before it disappeared into the dark.

Bentley did not need any translation to know what that howl signaled, considering it was a overly large wolf, and wolves always travel in packs, it was calling the rest of its comrades to its location. The turtle could already tell that one of those monstrosities was going to be a big problem, and if there was a pack of them, they were in trouble.

"We've gotta get to the kennels, and fast!" The turtle told Red Team.

"But don't the kennels have more of these things?- Isn't that a worse place to be?" Pierce asked, slightly spooked.

"It's a lot more dangerous here, out into the open, than the kennels, which are would surely lead to use to rendezvous with the others." Bentley pointed out.

"He's right, we need to get to those kennels, asap," the Sergeant seconded, motioning them forward, "Let's move, won't be long before the woods are prowling with hostiles."

Meanwhile, on deck of the hidden Gallantry, the Panda King held a lantern in his left hand as he patrolled the interior of the cove. He stuck poles with unlit lanterns onto the floorboard, as well as into the soil all around the cave. He lit a single finger on fire and carried the flame to each individual lantern at a time, filling the entire hideout of their ship with light.

Now that he was left in charge of the ship while the rest of the Cooper Gang were undergoing an operation, he felt slightly relieved that he would have his own solitude away from the honorable, but still quite annoying Americans. Although, since he was responsible for the crew, he needed to keep watch over them to assure that they will not damage the ship or harm one another. For the moment, the giant panda would only have to check on the incapacitated ocelot, Jenkins, as well as see to the rest of the ship, and then he could cook up a late dinner for the crew. After wards, then he could finally have his own solitary to meditate.

Suddenly, an out of nowhere, victorous howl flew past his hearing, making him leaped to face the entrance of the cave, a handful of fire live and hot in his palm. He looked into the entrance of the cave, looking for the slightest movement of something unidentified that could be dangerous. Nothing.

He lowered his hand and slowly turned away, but not lowering his guard. He had pirates to check on and dinner to cook, however, he was going to direct the crew to arm themselves, to keep a loaded weapon with them at all times until further notice. He was not taking any risks if there was any hostile targets in the area, and he had to take responsibly of the Gallantry.

Anyway, Review please. Any questions? Comments? Etc.?...