NOTES- Sly Cooper and related characters are property of Sucker Punch. Macavity's name is A.L. Webber and/or T.S. Eliot. Nee own nothing but isn't that worth more (NO! Nee owns the story and some of the characters). This chapter was mean to be Chapter 5, but other stuff had to be explained sooooo...
erickdragon101 - Of course he sends her flowers, he loves her. The break did payoff, didn't it? Nee glad Nee did good. Knight Out!
wheres my book - It's good to be back. Thank you for stopping the puppy dog eyes, Nee was about to cry. Evans was a great character to play with, who knows, Nee may bring her back. As for the car conversation, Nee's happy that Nee exceeded in the humour sector as that is something Nee's always trying to do.
Coriana Raposa - Nee always strives to be interesting. And Nee hopes Nee has something here otherwise what's Nee added too?
Heiduska - Evans isn't really mean, she's just hurting. Carmelita doesn't have to try to be beautiful, she doesn't have to flaunt herself to get the attention of men and that basically what Evans does all day... Personally Nee doesn't thinks Evans need to do that to be loved but the day a character actually listens to Nee will be when heck freezes over ;)
Winged Sence - Oh no... Nee sorry Felix, Nee didn't mean to get you punched. Is it okay for Nee to pay the medical bill? Get back to Nee on that... Moving on, Nee is so happy you two love the story. And as for writing beautifully, Nee can only take part of the credit... Nee knows this sounds corny but it's true... It's because Nee has to keep giving stuff back to "the fans" after all the joy you lot given Nee. You guys take a bow at your computers, go on who cares if anyone stares at you! Thank You.
DivineGuardian - Don't pout, Nee has does long chapters before and they are a slog to read. This chapter and the last one were actually the same chapter before Nee sliced into two. And you can stop the wink wink nudge nudge, it doesn't work. And what do you mean "that was clever of you"? You saying Nee ain't normally clever? It's okay, Nee just messing with you. Nee's bouncing around the room from your comments Don't mention Sly 3 for a few weeks, Nee's in England and we haven't even got a release date yet.
Ch15 - The Stuff Of Legend
Where as the vixen went straight over the airfield's wire fence, the raccoon perched on top of the support poles via the ninja spire jump, and took a few snaps of the control tower, a guard tower and the main gates.
"That guard tower is going to make a direct assault on the main gate impossible." Bentley's nasal voice commented. "Try to see if there are any other means to get in, just in case me or Murray can help out..." Some noise Sly could hear in the background distracted the turtle. "That's only if Sly gets in trouble, Murray... He may need your strength... Murray, you have to learn to roll with the punches..." Although Sly couldn't make out what Murray was saying, he guessed from what Bentley had said that the big guy was still having Kofi issues. "Err, Sly, I'll talk to you later, got to talk to Murray. Remember: look for another entry point, get a picture of Iain's two passenger planes and scout out that hangar at the far side of the airfield. That should be the weapon storage hangar, and its also the place the bug happens to be in."
"Sure thing Bent, just take care of..."
"Cooper, are we doing this or what?" Carmelita said in a loud whisper.
"...Murray. Sly out." Putting the binoc-u-com away, The Cooper threw on a cocky grin and looked down at the impatient Fox. "Coming, honey."
"Call me that again and you'll be choking on your own tail." While the lady threatened her temporary partner, the two ran across the airfield taking cover wherever they could.
"It wouldn't be the first time, my dear. Some of my past girlfriends had weird ideas about romance." The pair ducked behind a ammunition crate as one of Iain's goons walked past. Sometimes it amazed the raccoon how dumb guards could be, he and the cop had just ran at least two hundred yards across the runway and only had to hide once to avoid being spotted.
"I could have happily lived out my life without that image being put into my mind."
"Ahh, you know you love it." Whipping out the binoc-u-com again, Sly took some more pictures. This time he took a few snaps of the planes, which the thief had to note looked like a lot of work was going into. But before he could voice his concerns the body of a badger goon fell down beside him. "Woah!"
"You want to hurry up, Ringtail?" Standing over the downed guard, Inspector Fox held her still-smoking shockpistol in her hand. "Don't we have a hangar to investigate?" Not waiting for Sly to say anything, she ran to the hangar. Sly joined her moments later and pointed out the sign on the door...
Low Self Esteem
Support Group
Meets Thursday
At 7pm
(Please Use The Back Door)
Carmelita merely pushed through while the raccoon mildly chuckled before joining his fantasy woman. They were met by a wall of crates. Peering up one could see there was space on top of the wooden boxes to walk on and that lights were on around the other side.
"Hello!" When the presence of a third voice startled the pair, it took only a matter of seconds for Sly to carry the unwitting vixen up to the top of the wall, out the way of any possible enemy's line of sight.
"Next time WARN ME before picking me up." Carmelita hissed.
"Shhh! Look." The coon pointed down to what had been on the other side of the wall. It looked like a small film set, a tropical beach backdrop hung up on another wall of crates, a camera, a director's chair and bullhorn. But all of that wasn't what Cooper was looking at, what caught his attention was the source of the voice.
"No, no. Let me start again. That wasn't right..." It was Scott Crawford! That newscasting primadonna. The one who tried to make Carmelita look stupid before the Argentina caper, but what was he doing inside a weapon hangar done up like a studio? "I think I've got it now. Lights, camera, action..." he said moments before slapping on a plastic grin and looking at the camera. "Hello there! I'm Scott Crawford, face of SCES news. Now after a long day of reading bits of paper to a camera, the first thing I like to do is unwind by blowing the stuffing out of a neighbouring nation, that's why I'm here today to tell you about the wonderful deals down at Legend's Arms Traders. Weapons like the..."
"Is he actually doing an advert for a weapons dealership?" Sly turned Carmelita, not believing his eyes.
"Yeah, I think so." Eyes focused solely on the newsreader, who was acting as if he was endorsing a blender or something, Carmelita couldn't help but think... 'This is just ridiculous. This sort of thing only ever happens in poorly-written stories.' For a few minutes they both sat in silence watching the insanity continue to unfold.
"...Then we come to a Legend's exclusive. Built by the owner and operator, the Infiltraitor 5411 is the latest stage in spy warfare. It sets out the brain of a captive like a computer, and gives you the ability to copy, paste, edit and delete their files. Perfect for parties, Friday nights in and, of course, world conquest. Not due to ship 'til next month, operators are standing by to take your orders." Sly took a few photos of the machine, he knew that during the heist he'd have to make sure not one of the devices made it out of the complex. "And now the man... woman... Err, Iain what are you?"
"Iain'sss a sssnake!" A happy, distorted, childlike voice called out of the shadows. It was the same voice Carmelita had heard in the club and now she was not focused on Kofi she remembered it being there at her father's death. Knowing she'd blow everything by attacking the arms dealer then and there, Miss Fox remained were she was and clenched her fists so hard they almost bled.
"Okay... And now the snake itself, Iain Legend."
And with that, the mad inventor stepped out of the shadows and Carmelita saw Iain for the first time. Needless to say it was shock, the small body did not match its innocent voice. The famed three foot cybertronic suit which gave the snake arms and legs was dressed in a variety of black belts with silver buckles, plastic-looking skintight black leather which didn't cover most of the shiny pistons inside and a pair of loose fitting 'Raver' trousers. All topped off by a black gas mask and cowboy hat, Iain looked like a cross between a character from Hellraiser and the Terminator. To say Iain looked and sounded like a freak would be a understatement. As all this went through the cop's head, her companion was taking pictures and trying not to laugh at how ironic it was for a 'snake' to be an 'arms' dealer.
"Hello there, all Iain'sss wacky friendsss. Asss you heard from Ssscott, at Legend'sss we're happy for our legsss to bring you your armsss. But remember you don't get the cassshe until Iain get'sss the casssh! Ssso sssend your checksss, possstal ordersss and firssst born to usss ssso you can ssstart your plansss asss sssoon asss possssssible... Can we ssstop Ssscott? Iain'sss gasss masssk isss filling with ssspit for sssome reassson."
"That's probably 'cos of your lisp."
"What lisssp?"
"Ahh yes, that's right. You don't know you're doing it... Okay we'll probably have enough in the can already to do your ad." Scott hopped over to the still-rolling camera, turned it off, took out the video and placed it on the seat of the director's chair giving it a pat before walking over to Iain. "Once that hits and the sales from this place shall skyrocket."
"Iain ssstill doesssn't get why Iain can't be in it more." Although the mask remained on, you could almost see a confused expression on Iain's face. Scott's face changed to one of fake empathy, the sort most reporters use with still traumatized victims of a disaster.
"Iain, as one of your investors, it's my duty to do what's best for the company. Now the unwashed public masses will follow anyone with a great face and a loud voice. They will do whatever that man says, I should know. And I possess both these qualities, you, on the other hand, don't! Okay?"
"Oh, Okay!" Iain said with a glee
unusual for someone who'd just been insulted. "Iain getsss it now.
Thanksss for explaining that to Iain"
"Now where's Kofi? I want to see if he thought about my offer yet."
"He'sss out at the moment. Iain sssent him to get sssome more juice after he got through the lassst batch." The short cyborg and his famous reporter friend left the hangar, talking about the money Iain was about to make them both and the way one could use static to climb walls. Once the coast was clear, the raccoon dropped down, picked up the video and along with lovely Miss Fox made their way out of the airport and back to the Spanish Vixen, mildly concussing two more guards on their way.
"We got everything we came for and more. Let's see what Bentley can pull together from this."