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


Now that they were alert and aware of the terrifying dangers that were now lurking and hunting outside, Sly, Murray and Penelope made their way past the office and cargo shipping bay and strolled down the hall to meet up with the rest of Blue Team. The raccoon lead the way, a motion tracker on his wrists, seeing as he had the first look into this laboratory he almost knew exactly where they were going. The hippopotamus stood behind him next to the white mouse, steadily staying on his toes and keeping his fists raised, he had had many physical engagements with hundreds of enemies and won, but fighting a monster straight out of a folklore was probably going to be a challenge. Penelope held the commandeered laptop close and firm underneath her armpit, she knew there were still things about this place that puzzled her, and she was going to use it to figure out the equation.

Along the way, Sly was uneasy about all of this, about learning of the position he and his gang was in. The idea and information regarding them having to now battle off werewolves would have only made even Bentley laugh, he could barely believe it as something to be taken seriously himself, but Penelope was distinguished and she was never one to make jokes during an operation, which meant he should not make smart-alic comments against it. He was mostly worried about his turtle friend, he was outside with those things running around, he knew he was not the most athletic of the team and it was going to be difficult for him to elude the beasts, but all he could do was pray. He and Penelope, silently to themselves, both prayed to the Lord that Bentley would make it and lived further past this ordeal.

Abruptly, the MT on the raccoon's wrist began to signal nearby movement around the corner of the other awaiting hallway. He motioned his two comrades against the wall to hide their shadows off the floor and from the approaching individuals whom were closing in on their location. Sly and Murray carefully slid their backs along the wall, hoping that when they faced the possible hostiles they would have the element of surprise on their side. They stopped at the corner, nodded to each other, and leaped out in front of the hallway to come face-to-face with... Blue Team.

Fitz, Adams and Black all held their weapons at the raccoon and hippo, they were unaware of how lucky there were at the moment, otherwise they both would have been dead in a matter of seconds. The paranoid militia marines lowered their guns in relief, the Doberman and coyote looked especially spooked, as if they had just seen a ghost, and the crocodile seemed more stiff and rigid, as if he had been the soul survivor of a war, or so he could describe as Penelope appeared between him and Murray.

"Man, you scared a the crap outta us-" Adams told them, releasing one hand from the barrel of his conc-rifle before holding it in one hand as he began to breathe heavily.

"You three okay?- you all look like you've seen a ghost," the mouse exclaimed, adjusting her glasses.

"You could say something like that, what we just saw back in the basement was a lot worse than a specter," Fitz replied, removing his hat as he leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

"What'd you see?" The hippo asked.

"About the biggest, hairiest mutt I've dun gone seen in my history," exclaimed the coyote. "We was lucky to get away from it in the elevator."

Werewolves? In here? Sly thought to himself, as he suddenly came more stiffer and on guard. How had those monstrosities gotten loose into the laboratory, was it not the natural routine from them to be released outside. There was a positive and a negative side to this, if some of the creatures were inside the complex facility, then it means there must be less a number of threats outside to put Bentley in jeopardy. The negative side, unfortunately, was that there was an unknown number of predators now in the factory, hunting them down too.

He glanced at the three commandos, noticing one out of the four troopers he had sent to find the treasure was missing, "Hey, where's Marcus?"

"Hell, I dunno!" The Doberman replied, "I've been running as fast as I could since I saw that... that- thing!"

"Yeah, we was waiting by the elevator for him to show up, but instead we spotted him showing up," remarked the coyote, as he pointed to Black.

"Well...?" Murray asked, overlooking the crocodile, "Do you know what happened to him?"

He was suspiciously silent for a moment, as if he was mourning a loss, or perhaps guilty of a committed felony, "The panther... is dead," he told them, "the beast killed him before I could come to his aid, but on the other hand, I was fortunate to kill it."

"Poor guy," Penelope murmured underneath his breath, as she gave a small prayer to the dead marine.

"Alright, this is bad." The raccoon said, "We need a plan..."

"We've got to find a place to take cover and contact the ship," exclaimed Penelope, "maybe they can spare some firepower and help, and hopefully we can get to the bottom of this and put a stop to it."

"Why can't we just do that now? The sooner the better, right?" Adams suggested.

"Wrong," she corrected him, pointing to a security camera on the ceiling, "we're being watched. Now let's go."

Although the discussion was concluded, the rest of the troops and thieves caught up to understand with what the white mouse was implying. It would explain why these creatures were inside a building that should be well secured, but open a path to another mystery of why. Someone in control of the complex facility was someone they cannot trust, and maybe it may seem hard to believe after this time, but it was quite possible to be someone other than the Noah AI left in charge the last time.

As they set off to find a small area to rest and plan their next move, Black, passed his hardly guilt, now held a inch of frustration. This change of plans obviously meant the treasure would have to wait, and his greed was growing unsteadily hostile. However, on the raccoon's belt, the Seeker's Scroll caught his eye, the very map that had brought them here, the map which could easily lead him to the treasure vault again, where the coyote's completed explosive was still set attached to the vault door. There was still an opportunity to get the Scroll, get the treasure, and with the aid of the hounds which were deliberately hunting them, he could do away with his enemies without lifting a finger. Perhaps this so-called "crisis" may actually lead him to his victory.


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