Sly Cooper fanfic12
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
Though cautious and on the lookout for the slightest hint of treachery, Sly, Bentley, and Adams sauntered down the corridor, following the racing lights that were leading him to another mystery, with many questions on their minds. What was all this about? What had become of Neyla?--and what was Arpeggio up to now? The parrot could easily plot a lie and trick to fool them, and surely lead them to their dooms, but for some reason, they suspected that he didn't want to kill them. If he did, he would have saw to it that it had happened when the subjects were monsters, and where stalking, waiting for them to be in the open. It was the perfect time and yet, he didn't allow that to happen.
Upon reaching the foot of a blast door, that stood at the end of the final corridor, it slid open immediately, and the raccoon and Doberman instantly raised and pointed their weapons forward. No one inside, just the laboratory scene of that of a mad scientist. As if Dr. Frankenstein himself had left his office to attend to other matters.
Cautiously, they took their slow steps into the lab, watching for anything of a trap or danger. There was nothing that determined or revealed such a thing, but they kept their guard up, without getting distracted. Though they found nothing of the sorts that declared a trap and still being very cautious and suspicious about all of this, Bentley found some technological interest in the mechanics and multicolored chemicals placed all around the room, on top of counters.
Finally, it was Adams who stopped in front of a large, Plexiglas cylinder, a cloning tube, containing a limply floating body within the blue liquid. Sly released the straps around his torso and gently rested Bentley on a stool, and then stood beside the Doberman to study the body. Probably one of Dr. Reinvar's soldier cloning programs, they thought, it was a dead give away with the silver shoulder pads, bracelets, anklets, steel net coveralls of the entire body, and even the menacing mask over the clone's face detailed to be made for war. Yet, there were other details to the warrior, the striped limbs, back and tail, feminine-like features... This wasn't just some random clone, it was that of a white tigress. It was Neyla.
"Neyla?" Sly guessed, "Bentley, can you get her out of that tank?"
The turtle directed his rolling stool, pulling himself along the edges of the following counters, towards a nearby computer. He stopped and sat before the monitor, "I think so... But I'll have to be very careful while-"
His sentence was interrupted by shotgun fire, as Adams had shot into the tube, in an angle to where it created a hole to drain the liquid, but also to where it didn't harm the white tigress. The impact of the round shattered the glass, which also caused the liquid to splash over him and the raccoon. As they stood there, trenched, Neyla's form lied helplessly on the platform of the tube.
"Or, I guess that' works too," Bentley finished, while Sly climbed onto the platform and bent down beside the white tigress. He lifted her up by her shoulders, removing the armored mask, and studied her slumbing facial features.
"Neyla?" He spoke her name, lightly patting her on the cheek, "Neyla, wake up... It's Sly..."
Finally, an eyelid slowly slid open, and she groaned and propped herself up, "Who?... Wha-?..." She mumbled, trying to center her thoughts. "Where am I?"
"You're safe now," the raccoon assured her. She blinked at glanced at him.
"Sly?- Wha- what's going on?" She asked, wobbling as she recollected herself to her feet, "I feel like someone robbed my brain..."
"What do you mean?"
"I... don't know?" Neyla replied, placing her hand on her forehead and tried to remember what had happened. She couldn't stop wobbling, why couldn't she support herself? -and where is Jack? "Everything feels like a blur after I woke up in the lab. Right before Borg zapped me, or something..."
"Are you okay, you seem a little... slow and dull," Bentley described.
"I- I'm just tired is all," she excused, attempting to walk without Sly's assistance, yet she couldn't help but wobble continuously. "What's going on? What happened?"
"We'll explain later," the raccoon told her, helping her once again to maintain her stance, "but let's get back to the Gallantry first."
"So soon?" Replied an all too familiar voice, "Aren't you forgetting something?- Like what we came here for..."
They all spun around to fing Borg, no... Arpeggio, standing beside two automatic-piloted stretchers, both carrying an unconscious body.
Adams immediately pointed his gun at the android, "You back-stabbing piece of Super-Highly Intelligent Technology," he barked, leveling his shotgun with the machine's head.
"Now, now... Mr. Adams, there's no need for violence," he assured him, knowing it would take more than that to convince them. "I was never plotting to kill you. If I was I would have done so before. I am on your side."
"Give us a good reason not to let Adams have his way," Sly told him, "Prove it."
"If you suggest so, if I was against you, then I wouldn't have saved the lives of these two gentlemen you all know so well," he motioned to the stretchers, which strolled closer to them while Arpeggio didn't make a move.
"Hey, it's Johnny," the Doberman mentioned, studying at the young wolf.
"And Jack!" Neyla seconded, observing the concussed Sergeant, his head wrapped in bandages. She broke away from Sly and stood over the stretcher, lying a gentle palm on the cougar's cheek. She glared at Arpeggio, "What did you do to him?"
"I saved him. And just in time, too," Arpeggio said in his defense, "young Sawyer here was about to make short work out of him in the satellite control room, and if I hadn't arrived, he wouldn't be here now."
Though quite uncertain with the AI parrot's logic, the tone of his sophisticated voice was without doubt that he was telling them the truth. But there wasn't a chance any of them would let their guards down, not after what they had all just endured. He could have altered and manipulated his voice to sound completely honest and stable. There was something else, however, regarding to the treasure locked within the secured vault, of which they had arrived to obtain. Was there something special in there that Arpeggio wanted them to have? Though their curiosity was not nearly tempting them enough to blind them, it was surely something they needed to know about.
If you're all wondering about what's coming up in the next chapter, here's a clue: If you read Mummy's Curse, then you'll understand what's going on.
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