This is set after the events of Sly 3.
Chapter one: Finding a New Feild Man Part 1: Battle of the brains.
Ever since Sly left, it had been dull for Bentley. Sure, they had an almost unending amount of cash, but... Where was the danger? The fun?
It was gone.
Bentley wheeled himself to the door, opening it and looking outside. Murray and his van were there, just as he thought they'd be. He and Murray wanted to be a team again, but they needed a new feild man.
Who would be as good as Sly Cooper?
Bentley had a candidate, but he already had a gang.
Eoin Lynch was Ireland's best thief. Unlike Sly, his family line of thieves was only two deep; Himself and his father. He didn't even know what species Eoin was, he only knew about his heists.
They were well reputed. They had made the Gardai look like idiots for years, and Lynch was responsible for the teams uncanny ability to improvise plans without the Cooper Gang's need for plan-time.
Eoin lived right in Dublin, but his team mates were from Kilkenny. Bentley knew that their best chances of getting their help was to get after them when they were pulling a job.
"Well, Murray. You up for a drive?" Bentley asked. He hadn't yet told Murray of his exact plan, but he figured that Murray would be up for it.
It didn't take long before they had set up a safehouse in Dublin. They didn't know what to look for, so they just kept their eyes peeled for anything... Suspicious.
A trio of men walked along a bridge not far away from the safehouse. The man at the head of the group was a grey furred Wolf. The other two, were both Foxes. Twins, as a matter of fact, but with different coloring.
They looked up at the safehouse. The Wolf, Eoin Lynch, turned to his friends. "Well?"
"It's got T'be them." One said.
"Yup. It's the Cooper Gang." The other said.
"Thought so." Eoin said.
"Shall we pay 'em a visit?" The red Fox said. His name was Ronan Doyle.
"Nah." Eoin Said, letting his tail flick slowly side to side. "Let's do the hit tomorrow on the jewler and see if they show up." Eoin said. "We'll show those dodgy fuckers a thing or two about stealin', then."
"Roight." The arctic fox said, grinning and cracking his knuckles. He was Jacob Doyle, the older brother by about two minutes.
"C'mon." Eoin said, starting to walk past the safehouse.
Eoin was 6'3, taller than either fox by about five inches. He weighed 160 pounds, a lot of muscle packed into his frame. His light-blue eyes danced with amusement, but he showed no outward sign of it.
He didn't have a cane like Cooper did, but what he did have might be a bit more valuable. An extensive knowledge of lock design, hand to hand combat, comandeering vehicles, and a shellaillagh with a nasty temper.
Eoin half-glanced at the safehouse. Those boys knew they weren't in their turf anymore...
Eoin wondered if it was true that Cooper had gone Constable. Hell. If tomorrow's job went off well, he might have a chance of meeting the Racoon.
And maybe his female, Carmelita.
He had a hunch about why the remnants of the Cooper gang were in Ireland, but he'd wait for them to make a move before setting up a plan.
"Did you get that?" Murray asked, lowering his Binoc-U-Com. He was on top of one of the bridges suspension beams, and had been listening in to what they were saying through the Binoc-U-Com.
"Yeah, thanks Murray." Bentley said from inside the safehouse. "I think they're on to us. Why would he just say where he's going to hit? He knew someone was listening..."
"You think too much, Bentley." Murray said, jumping off the suspension beam. "Smash something, and you'll stop worrying."
"Hrm... No thanks. We've got some work to do, and FAST."
Later, Bentley had it all worked out.
"Okay, Murray." Bentley started, setting up the projector. "Eoin is planning on stealing the gold deposits in the back of the Jewlery factory "Roisin Dubh". I haven't worked out how he's going to do it, exactly, but I know how he's going to get out of there."
"That's how we're going to flush him out. Murray, how do you feel about a little sabotage?" Bentley asked.
Murray grinned and nodded. "I'm up for it!"
The next day, in a large, emptied out warehouse, Eoin Lynch paced. Jacob and Ronan sat on a couch, watching him pace with somewhat amused expressions.
"Here's the plan." Eoin said. "We're going to take out Roisin Dubh. Not for the jewlery, but for the bars of gold they keep in the back. There's plenty of it, and I wanted T'test out that lil' trick Y'were tellin' me of, Ronan." Eoin said. "Bring all yer gear and a grapple hook and meet me on the roof of the buildin' on Roisin Dubh's right side T'night."
Bentley had Murray position his van across the street from the Roisin Dubh jelwery store, and the two were inside keeping watch. Just as predicted, the store shut down after seven. Then, a beat up old white car approached the front gates, and parked.
A Fox in black got out, and walked to another building next to the Jewler. Bentley raised an eyebrow, trying to think over the rustling caused by Murray's hand in a bag of jelly beans.
On the rooftop, Eoin looked at his two friends, smiling. "This'll be bound to make international headlines, mates. I'm going to launch the grapple onto the other roof. Use yer belts to get you across, then drop to the ground. It's not that far. Wait fer me before you do anythin'."
Eoin looked at Jacob, who was fidgeting. "No fucking about. Got that?"
Jacob just grinned. "What're ya talkin' about? Me, fuck about?"
Eoin picked up a compound bow, setting the arrow which held a thick cord in place, and firing it onto the next roof. The arrow latched on to an outcropping, and pulled tight against the other building.
Eoin glanced out over Dublin, then up at the moon. "Beautiful night fer this, eh?"
"You bet." Ronan said, grabbing his belt and swinging it over the chord. He pulled it with both hands, then smirked. "See Y'on the inside, mates."
Eoin looked back over as Ronan slid across to the other side, hitting the wall of the jewlery store gracelessly and falling to the ground.
A few moments later, after Jacob's girly scream, Eoin was across and on the ground. He flicked his tail, then looked up at the others. "Jacob, unlock the front gates and bring the car around to the side. Ronan, come with me."
Bentley hurried back to the van after tampering with the cars air conditioning. He had placed stick bombs in the vents, and they'd be triggered whenhe needed them. It was all part of his plan...
A fox opened the gate and took the car to inside.
"What're they doing?" Murray asked, cracking his knuckles. This job was far too quiet for his taste.
"They hollowed out the doors. They're going to hide the gold in there, and it's going to be delivered to a contact of theirs in Austria." Bentley said, grinning. He had figured it all out.
Eoin smiled as he pushed the cover off of the gold. What a sight it was...!
"What're you going to do with yer share, then?" Ronan asked.
"I ain't thinkin' O'that now, Lad. This ain't ours, yet." Eoin said. The back of the store was set up as a loading bay, a garage for gold shipments and jewel exports, everything he needed.
The garage door opened, and Jacob's car drove in. Jacob opened up all four doors and removed the inside panels.
"What'd you say about this, again?" Eoin asked.
"Jus' put the gold in the doors, an' replace the panels. The door will feel just as heavy as it usually does, and the gold won't rattle around." Ronan said, picking up a few bars and heading towards the car.
"No!" Eoin said, running infront of Ronan. "Not that car."
"What, then?" Ronan said, blinking.
"This one's a decoy, lad." Eoin said. Ronan saw that twinkle in his eye, and knew better than to ask again. Eoin knew something.
Bentley smiled as he saw the car leave. The plan was in motion!
The next day, Ronan returned the car to his uncle, and his uncle's wife. They were going on a trip to austria, and Ronan saw the opportunity as being far too sweet.
As their car made it up a lonely road, the stinkbombs went off. The uncle pulled the car over on the side of the road and opened the door. A passing van --with an odd Racoon insignia on the side-- clipped the door and took it off completely.
The uncle stared out at the door in disbelief. He turned to his wife, who was just as shocked. They'd need to have it towed!
Bentley leaned out the window with his Binoc-U-Com, spotting the door, and the look on the two faces. He pushed himself back in. "Mission accomplished, Murray!"
A Roisin Dubh delivery truck made it's way to Eoin's hideout. Inside, the four cases of gold were waiting. Eoin looked at Ronan and Jacob from the driver's seat and grinned, the grin broke out into a laugh.
"What's the next move, then?" Ronan asked.
"Well!" Eoin said. "T'night, we get drinks. T'morrow, we pay our friends a visit. Hope yer good at actin', mates, 'cause we'll have T'be mighty convincing!"
Jacob and Ronan looked at each other, exchanging sly smirks and nodding.
To be Continued.