Disclaimer – I don't own Sly Cooper, Bentley, Murray, etc. Although I wish I did.
Two feet descended onto the balcony below, expertly following their railings. The blue shoed feet belong to none other than Sly Cooper, a young Raccoon no older than twenty. Cooper was a ladies man, cool, calm, and very handsome. The ear piece in his ear ((Kinda obvious…) rang, with the congested sounding voice of Bently talking through it.
"Okay, good. Now, you need to follow this ledge until it comes to a pole. Climb said pole up to the third story window. Approach this window and then report back to me." The turtle said, a slight beep in Sly's ear alerting him that Bentley closed the connection line.
Bentley was a brain-i-ac, a straight up genius. He was, for a time, the main electronics expert of the Cooper gang, until Penelope and Panda King came and helped them. Now, with Penelope on RC control, and Panda King on demolitions the turtle became the brains behind the operations, but with less work, and more allies, thus in a way making the heists they pulled easier.
Sly followed the ledge until he reached the pole, cool to the touch, he grabbed hold of it. It was like any other thing, the blue aurora would appear once it was within visual range, and these auroras were only seen by master thieves, such as Sly himself. Once at the top of the pole, he back flipped away from it, landing gracefully in front of the window. He took out his Binococom and peered inside.
"Yeah, that's it alright. Hopefully Interpol lives up to its bargain, and releases Murray upon being given these files…" Sly said, the radio/transmitter in his ear relaying it back to Bentley.
"They will, don't worry Sly, now…"
Perhaps you are wondering, how did Murray get caught, and who are they stealing these files from, and what are these files? So, let me explain. It all started four nights ago, in the city of Paris…
It was a rainy day in Paris, and Sly's fur was being drenched in water. He sighed, this wouldn't be easy, nor would it be as stealthy as Sly liked. True, he liked a challenge, but, he hated not being able to do things stealthy as he liked, a full out assault was Murray's talent, not his. His tail, soaked in water, hung heavily behind him, slowing his down greatly. His normally agile body was weighted down by so much water, that running seemed impossible, but, there was a good thing. The guards would as well be affected by this, and as such, stealing this diamond might still be easy.
Sly leaped off of the roof he was perched on, landing on the street in front of the dancing studio. This was none other than Dimitri's former club, bought by a member of a new gang that had already gained plenty of loot in a short period of time. Sly opened up his Binococom, using it to scout out the guard's patrols. Most of which, as Bentley guessed, where mainly guarding the main entrance, but there were one or two patrols on either side of the building. Sly put away the Binococom and back flipped onto a nearby street lamp's pole, using it to climb up to the roof tops. He ran across, hopping from one roof top to the next, the rain making him slip and slide on the almost identical shingle tiles of the home's roofs. The communicator/ear piece, which was currently working despite the rain, beeped due to an incoming message from Dimitri.
"Racoonus Dudeus, get onto the greasy sweet peacock sign and enter the window on the right. I am heading your way to put the beat down on the guards at the main entrance, peace out Dudeus." Dimitri said, in his odd lingo.
Shy sighed, why couldn't Dimitri speak English and not this odd ghetto-like language that he used? But, none the less, just as he had said, he was down below. Before the fight broke out, yelled, "Let's Dance!" Sly sighed, but, it did the trick, as the guards rushed Dimitri. Sly jumped up a pole, then, using the telephone wires, ran across to the peacock sign onto Dimitri's former night club. He took out his cane, which had been latched onto his side, as he hadn't had to use it yet, and split it in two parts, much like he did when trying to climb the mountain wall against Jean Bison. Except today, he wouldn't be climbing a mountain side. He placed both tips on either side of the window, about the same size he is, and began to move it in a circle like motion, thus cutting the glass. The glass fell back with an unheard thud, and Sly climbed into the building, the warmth of the interior instantly clinging to his fur, thus beginning to dry it. His gray black ringed tail swayed back and forth slightly as he looked around with his Binococom, thus sending the pictures and view to Bentley's computer. Bentley's nasely voice spoke into Sly's ear.
"According to the blue prints Dimiti gave us you head left to the main office, in there should be the gem of Amn-Ra, a gem sent to this gang member from someone in Eygpt. Find it, and take it to Murray at the rondivou point near the river, he'll be waiting for you with a boat that the lov…that Penolope built for us." He said, and, even from here, Sly could 'see' Bentley blushing.
Sly put away the Binococom in his pouch on his right leg, then continued to the left, sticking to the shadows just in case a guard comes down the hall. Luckly for Sly, none did, and he reached the office which, thankfully, hadn't moved. Sly placed his hand on the door nob, seeing no alternet rout into the office, and twisted the handle. There was a clicking of the lock, and then the swinging of a door, as the office was now reveled to Sly. He crept in, his eyes darting back and forth across the room. The room was rather bleak, with gray, dull walls, and a shaggy white carpet with several stains on it. The desk had very little, other than a computer and a file or two on it, but, no gem.
Sly started to get uneasy, and, whem the lights went out, he knew he had a good reason to. Sly stood still, his cane twiling lightly in his hand as he looked around, he was nocternal luckly, and as such his eyes could see through the darkness, even if no one else could.
"Ah, mister Cooper. How good it is for you to…join me. I thank you for being so predictible and chasing down my phony gem of Amn-Ra." The voice said in a mocking voice. Sly thought he had heard a voice that sounded somewhat liked that before, but he couldn't remember where.
"Phony gem? So, you set us up? Must have taken some time to fool Bentley and Penolope," Sly said, his eyes looking back and forth in the darkness, searching from the body or thing that the voice originated from.
"Yes but it was well worth it, you see. You had a major effect that lead to the death of my father, such as not stopping Neyla when you had the chance." The voice said, the chair at the desk turning around. Although the person or thing sitting there was still unseen, Sly had an unmistakeable feeling that he has seen this person before.
"Neyla? Who has she killed…" Something snapped in Sly's brain, Arpeggio! But, Sly had no clue Arpeggio had a son, let alone one of blood. "You're the son of Arpeggio!" Sly said, his voice calm and collective decipite his shock.
"Close, but wrong," The voice said, a slight mocking tone in their voice. "I'm his daughter," The voice said, "Azusa is my name, Cooper. And I'm your new worse enemy…hopefully my tip off to the cops will have Carmelita and Co. come down and arrest your little friends…" With that Azusa flicked on the light, and Sly got his first look at her. She was a somewhat short bird, with short wings, like her father. Her feathers were a mix of blue and gold, and her eyes were a blue-green. Sly normally would have said something flirtatious to her, but the anger in her eyes told him not to do so. How could Azusa blame him for Arpeggio's death? Hell, Sly still had a feather of Arpeggio's to commemorate his nemesis, one of the few who had outsmarted Sly and the Klaww gang every step of the way, something not even the Fiendish Five could do.
"I suppose that makes sense, but why me? Isn't Neyla more responsible for his death than I am?" Sly said. True, he wasn't nervous; every moment she spent talking, Sly planned his escape, but, something bothered him, his ear piece wasn't working, and as such Sly couldn't talk to his team.
"Oh, yes. Neyla has already been dealt with, you see, she has already been killed, and by that of a statue of Clockwerk. Ironic, isn't it?" Azusa chuckled. "But, you have something I want…a feather of my fathers…" She paused, to let the effect sink in. "You see, I have found a way to clone my father, memories and all. Now, all I need is something of his, and, all that is left is a single feather, one that you possess. I will take it from your cold, dead, lifeless hands if I must vermin; So hand it over her like a good little puppet, or I'll have to take…drastic measures…" Azusa said, chuckling.
Sly knew that now was the time, "Sorry beautiful, but I've got a van to catch," And with that Sly dashed forward, surprising Azusa. Sly jumped forward, his body crashing through the window, his fur becoming soaked in the rain once again. He front flipped landing on a pole beneath him. He ran forward, seeing no sign of Dimitri or the rest of the gang he jumped from the pole, landing on the nearest roof top, running across it to the rendezvous area. Upon arrival at one of the roofs, he sees Bentley, Penelope, Dimitri, Panda King, and the rest of the gang, all but one, Murray. Below was Inspector Carmelita Fox, as gorgeous and angry as ever, or, so he thought. Instead of anger, there was a look of cheerfulness on the vixen's face, yet her eyes still held that same spark of anger Sly was so used to seeing. She was escorting someone into a police cruiser, and that someone was the large, purple-ish hippo, Murray. Sly turned to his gang, each of whom wore a look of failure upon their faces. Sly sighed, it was his fault, he shouldn't have had them all come to such a 'simple' heist. Each of them snuck through the streets and or roof tops, not saying a word to each other along the way. Sly looked up upon arriving at the hide out, it was black and gray, and raining, much like the sprits of he and his gang. Sly sighed and walked inside, closing the door behind him.
(Next chapter – The negotiation.)