Chapter two, where the Sly is
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Cooper fan: not stupid, good. This fic contains little Carmelita, and a lot of Sly. There is little of the Bentley and Murray team though.
I don't own Sly Cooper (Sucker Punch), but I do own Vinny. Use him without my permission and DIE! Thanks
Chapter 2 News Report
Vinny Parole was a thief, your classic, mafia thief. He was a hyena in his early twenties, taller than Sly, always wearing a business suit, and never late. He had tan fur with dark brown spots on his back and neck. You'll learn more about him later, all you need to know right now is he and Sly had been good friends since they were sixteen.
Vinny and Sly sat at a table in one of Sly's many mansions. Vinny loved to hear about the gangs adventures, and never got bored of one of their stories. He visited Sly often, but the visits were often short, or cut short. Still, Vinny visited them to check up, and hear about their escapades.
Today, Vinny was hearing about Clockwerk's lair, again.
"So, Clockwerk had a fortress complete with death ray?" Vinny asked; his Italian flaring.
"Yes, guarded by fire slugs, and robo-falcons. But we blew our way inside with some help from Otto Van Cooper." Sly said as he idly twirled his cane in his hand.
"Wow, and then you beat Clockwerk?" Vinny asked with the voice of a little kid.
Sly laughed "Indeed we did, but he wasn't gone yet."
"How is that possible?"
Sly was cut short by Bentley yelling at the top of his lungs from the living room "SLY, GET IN HERE, NOW!"
"I must have done something awful for Bentley to yell like that." Sly joked as he and Vinny made their way to where Bentley was sitting on the couch, his jaw resting on his chest from how far it had dropped. He was staring at the TV, his eyes as wide as his glasses.
Sly and Vinny sat next to Bentley, a few feet away. Upon seeing the news story, both of their jaws dropped like Bentley's (Murray was out for a hot dog).
On the news was a reporter on the roof of an apartment building. But that wasn't what was interesting. The reporter was talking about the death of Bruno Lanky.
"From the gang members arrested at the sight, we have learned that Lanky climbed up here, beat the gang, and stole millions of dollars. From there, the gang said he exited, but after that we know nothing of who, or what, killed him. The last he was seen was exiting to the roof. His body was found on the ground, six stories below. But, he was reported to have a large burn on his left abdomen. How did he get this burn, and who gave it to him? Police and forensics teams are working on the case, but have found nothing yet…"
Sly shut the T.V. off. Bruno Lanky…was dead? It just wasn't possible. Bruno was probably as cautious as Bentley, and his senses were close to that of Sly's. And how did he get a burn on his abs?
Sly's thoughts were interrupted by Vinny speaking. "You don't think Clockwerk had something to do with this, do you?"
"No, Clockwerk is gone now; we destroyed the Hate Chip, what kept him alive. I'll tell you the story, but not tonight. Tonight, I think me and my gang need to do a little planning for our heist in a few nights." Sly said, his eyes not leaving the television screen.
"Yeah, I've got a job I'm doing tonight."
"You sure you should?"
"Yeah, one strange death means nothing. And I can handle myself. My defense isn't a baseball bat." Vinny said as he lifted his tommy gun to display it.
"All right, just steal something really nice." Sly added with a dry grin.
"See ya" Vinny bade Sly as he walked down to his car, a nice Cadillac. Vinny drove off to get ready for tonight's heist. He was planning to steal a whole batch of jewelry tonight from a large store in the downtown of Paris.
Murray pulled in from his trip for a hotdog almost exactly as Vinny left. He was his usual jovial self, which would make it harder for Sly to tell him. He and Bruno had been almost as good of friends as Sly was with Vinny. But he deserved to know.
"What's up Sly, are you okay?" Murray asked. He could tell Sly was upset because of how his ears were pressed to his head, and his usual Cooper grin was gone.
"Murray, Bruno is…dead." Sly told Murray with a great pain gathering in his throat.
And so Sly retold all he knew of the story to Murray. Murray slowly staggered of to his room after the news hit him like whips striking his unprotected back.
Sly walked off to his room, knowing Bentley would just be at his laptop, trying to find out what happened.
Vinny drove back to his house, and packed some more ammunition in case he needed it. He looked over to his closet. He made up his mind, and walked over to grab a shoebox concealing the Parole family treasure. Yes, he keeps it in a shoebox, doesn't like banks.
He pulled out a strange pistol. It wasn't just a pistol though; one shot from it could shatter even bulletproof glass. Not so bulletproof now is it? "One strange death means nothing, much. No one is going to make me the second strange death, that's for sure." Vinny said to himself.
Vinny finished his preparations for the heist, and walked down to his to Cadillac, and drove off to take his position, and load up his gun. Tonight was going to be one of his biggest pay days ever.
Vinny watched as an armored van drove up to the front doors of the store, and unloaded its cargo. Vinny checked his watch, having memorized the schedule of the jewelry store. "One hour until go time." Vinny thought to himself, eager to begin, and eager to get his money. After this, maybe he could visit Sly and learn about the "Hate Chip" Sly had mentioned. Probably not, but he would hear it eventually.
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