Five days later

NORWALK, CT - 11:25 P.M.

        Andy Clark could not believe the situation in which he found himself- pinned against a dirty concrete wall with a handgun pressed against the back of his skull. Sure, Andy was no stranger to having a gun placed to his head, but never by someone he considered his friend.

        His long-time friend Pete Thompkins had decided to turn traitor on the raccoon. And after the two had been through so much together. Time and time again, Andy had saved this weasel from the cops or rival gangsters, and this is the thanks he gets? "So, do you treat all your visitors like this?", Andy asked. "Silence, raccoon.", the weasel snapped back. "Are ya gonna surrender yer gang to me, or am I gonna hafta splatta yer brains all over this 'ere wall?", Pete asked of his captor.

        "What happened, Pete?", Andy asked. "I thought we were friends.", he then said. "Sometimes friendships gotta end.", Pete said. "It's all part of da business.", the weasel then said. "Well, screw you!!", Andy exclaimed as he swung his leg backward. The heel of his boot struck Pete in the stomach. The thug fell to the ground in agony.

        "NOBODY betrays Andy Clark.", the raccoon said. Andy took out his own gun and then picked up a large jewel-encrusted statue that had been on the counter in the filthy, darkened storefront. "This will make a nice gift for Sandra.", Andy said as he started to walk out.

        As the raccoon started to walk out, one of Pete's thugs, a rhinoceros, came up behind him and held a meat cleaver to the ringtail's throat. "NOBODY steals from old South Side Pete.", said the weasel. Pete snatched the statue from Andy's paw. "Now surrender control of da Bridge Street Four to me or be sent home in slices.", the weasel demanded. Just then, Andy thrust his pistol into the knee of the rhino behind him and fired. The creature screamed and fell to the floor.

        Andy then raced for the door. But Pete pressed a button which brought a gate down over the exit. "You're dead now, motherfucka!", yelled Pete. Suddenly, Pete fell to the floor, struck down by the cane of one Sly Cooper.

        "Wow! Thanks, buddy!", said Andy. "No problem. Now let's get the HELL out of here.", the younger raccoon said as he picked up the golden tiger statue. The two raced for the back door with Pete's gang in pursuit. "God damn it! It's locked!", Sly said. "Not a problem.", Andy said, removing a small electronic device from his belt. He aimed it at the door and pushed a button. The door unlocked and the two raced out.