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

While the Panda King led the Gallantry in battle with the werewolves, Sly and Blue Company sprinted with hast to their objective. After just recently confronted one of those dark and terrible creatures, it was enough of an encouragement to get them on their toes, enough of a persuasive suggestion to keep an eye or ear on their motion trackers, and enough of a motivation to never let their guards down. To fight an army of werewolves, they did not have enough weaponry to match such a force, only three conc-assault rifles, a few pistols and grenades, two SMGs, and a shotgun, which might be more suited for a ship plundering group. Against a pack of breed, Folklore monsters, however, was a completely different story.

The raccoon lead the team down the hall, following Penelope's directions in traveling from down the right hall to the left, while Murray kept close and at the same pace. Fitz and Adams scurried behind, both their guns held in a single hand, while the Doberman alone kept an eye on his MT, which was steadily releasing scanning pulses around them. Black covered the rear, a single conc-rifle armed in his clawed palm, as he looked back every now and then, to assure they were not being followed or stalked.

Although it might provide an advantage for them, the crocodile could not find the means of trust for any and all technology, mostly because Borg, being a superior and intelligent machine, had threatened to expose his plans to assassinate Cooper, and now appears to have betrayed them and left them for dead to these beasts. If the android could organize a well calculated plan to turn on them in an operation, then perhaps he himself should exploit the information, turn the team against him, and take the miserable machine down. Thereby, allowing him to fulfill the assassination.

Merely in a matter of minutes, the pitch whistling sounds of the MT began to silently beep, only loud enough to which our six infiltrators could hear it, and that any hostile nearby would not easily detect them. Sly held up his hand, two fingers pointing in the air, signaling the others to halt. He crept up against the wall, close to the corner, while the rest of the team followed in silence, the motion tracker switched off to maintain stealth. The Master Thief carefully poked and eye around the corner to spot one single werewolf, and to a stomach twisting sight, it was feasting upon a dead sheep, its fleece covered in blood.

It almost made him vomit, it was just too much blood outside of the body, even if it was just a farm animal. This was something beyond his experience, something the Thievius Raccoonus didn't prepare him for, sure he had operated in the criminal underworld of the law, and it was true that many criminals he had taken down were murders and psychopaths, but he had never see this much of the upsetting sight, even to an animal. It must have been how nature performed in life, he thought, and began to get tactical. There were two options in getting past the creature: they could quickly sprint past it and hope that it didn't them; or they could engage the beast with what they had and hopefully take it down, without wasting too very much needed ammo.

Sly turned his head to the rest of the group, "Alright gang, that werewolf's in our way to the generator room," he whispered, "so I'm gonna try to lead it out, and when I do, I want Fitz and Adams to-" He stopped, noticing that the coyote had abruptly vanished. "Hey, where'd Fitz go?"

They looked around for the missing militia marine, only finding his weapons to where he was last standing. A trail of whistling caught their attention, Blue Company turned their attention to find the coyote, whistling as he slowly strode down the hall, approaching the werewolf.

"Hey there, buddy," he greeted the creature, advancing slowly towards it with a hand behind his back, "enjoying yer meal, there?"

"Fitz!" Adams whispered, "What are you doing?"

The feasting beast glanced up to the coyote, its mouth covered in blood and its eyes yellow, still hungry. It studied the steadily approaching prey as it made something of a smile, which was confusing, but matter not. It was still hungry, hungry for something other than cloned sheep, and it so happens that food appears out of nowhere, and was now coming closer. Either this prey was foolish and stupid, or it was planning something. But it was still prey, more of a meal than its hunted sheep, and so it stood up, growling at its soon to be new kill.

"My, you're a big fella, aren't ya?" Fitz remarked, maintaining his grin as he rolled a grenade in his palm behind his back, his thumb searching for the trigger. "Now don't be a threat to Fitzy, 'just wanna play a game is all..." He tossed the grenade in the air, only to obtain the creature's attention as he caught it again, "Just a simple game I'm sure you'll like. It's called..." He activated the grenade and threw it at the beast, "...fetch!"

Eyes locking targets with the spheric object, the werewolf acted on its canine instinct and immediately caught the sphere in its jaws. The creature was actually quite thrilled with this game, its tail was even wagging in said manner, as it never heard of the beeping of the device. All the while, Fitz chuckled, his hands on his hips, "You're one quick catcher, slugger," he said, his smile fading, "but not so clever..." With that, the grenade signaled its last beep and ignited an explosion that consumed the creature in seconds.

With the monster eleminated, Fitz turned to exaggerate a victorious smile, only to receiving disappointed looks from most of them, especially from Penelope. The white mouse shook her head with a dismay look, "Oh Fitz..."

"What? What'd I do?"

"Do you realize that that poor creature was just a innocent person?" She told him, "...And you just killed him."

"I see that now, but if I didn't do nut'n, it would've killed us," he pointed out, "Besides, I thought I was do'n him a favor, surely he's as freaked out as Johnny boy was, I'm sure he would've wanted me to put him out of-"

The coyote immediately ceased speaking, just now realizing that nothing he was saying was making anything any better in his conversation with the white mouse.

"Oh, I'm sorry there about-"

"Forget it, you've said enough," Penelope shrugged, as she passed him and continued on their way to the generator room, not even bothering to give him a chance to explain. Sly and Murray made no comment as they followed her, and Black paid no interest to Fitz or the killing of the creature.

Before catching up with the others, Fitz stood in deep thought, as Adams approached him, "Was it something I said?" The coyote asked, as the Doberman patted him on the shoulder and directed him to follow up with Blue Company. "Seriously, what'd I do?"

"Don't worry about, Fitz," Adams assured him, "It's probably just a chick thing."

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