Sly Cooper and everything associated with it is copyright to it's rightful owners.
"Invisible Man" and everything associated with it is copyright to the band Theory Of A Deadman, and all pertaining owners. (I used the edited version of the song).
I do not claim, nor claim to own either focus of this fanfiction.
However, I only claim to have come up with the ideas in this work of pure fiction for fun, and for sticking these two most awesome things together (unless someone's thought of it before me… Sorry, didn't know.).
In conclusion: I don't own squat pertaining to this fanfiction, except for the typing style, and way with, well, most words! … I no claim, you no sue. Anyway, I take this seriously! Now, on with the fic!
(I also don't own anything copyrighted or associated with iPODs, etc. Everything is copyright to it's rightful owners.)
(Quick thing before I begin…I just figured out that I can watch you ppl checking out my stuff! Whoo! Hehheh. …Sorry, I had forgotten about that little feature on everyone's login page. -lol- On with the fanfic!)
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Rummaging through the pack on his thigh, the thief found what he was looking for before he got started: his iPOD. (Murray and Bentley had gotten it for him for his last birthday…They had just walked into the store, and custom-ordered it, then went back when they had to, and picked it up, they told 'im. No hassles, what-so-ever. The three of them guessed it had probably been because Bent and "The Murray" weren't as well known as Sly was…Or, because they had been in South Beach, Florida when they got it. Either way, it was nice.)
It was navy-blue and black, with his calling card's famous raccoon face as the design on it's case, with neon-blue and silver buttons, and silver back. Wireless, black earplugs/earphones included, that fit his ears just right.
"I can definitely always count on those guys!", he grinned, as he clipped the iPOD to his right sleeve. The sleeves of his shirt had been too long, but he liked it anyway, so he had cut holes at the bottom of the sleeves; that way, he could just slip them right over his fingers. He still wore his blue leather gloves, though. There was a shirt over the long-sleeved one, too, a short-sleeve T-shirt, that was black. All of his turtle necks were dirty. ... It actually looked kinda cool on him, but it wasn't something he'd be making a habit of. Actually, he was kinda surprised, though, that Murray hadn't gotten on him again about how he thought Sly's clothes were crawling across his bedroom floor, again, now that he thought about it. … Oh, well. Just one less thing to have to do for right now!
"Well, Sly, better get going.", he thought out loud to himself, under his breath, with a sigh. "You've got", checks his watch, "8 minutes."
Lowering his wrist, and grinning, grabbing his trusty Cooper-cane off of his back, he countered with a cocky smirk, "I'll make it in three."
With nothing else to hold him back, he dashed off, down the closest hall to his left, just like they planned.
"Well, Murray, he's on his way into the room", Bentley observed from his computer, talking to Murray through the two-way receiver he used when talking to Sly and the hippo. He had had Sly put a tracking device in both the iPOD and his cane, and somewhere on his being, a few months ago, which were now coming in quite handy. All three of them had at least two trackers on them -Bentley and his computers, Murray and his van…The trio had discovered that it was a lot easier to find each other again, after run-ins with the cops, or anyone who had posed a major threat, and they'd had to run from. … Plus, Bentley and Murray could finally keep track of their thieving friend… Ya just never knew what that guy was gonna get himself into next. And, it was the safe assurance Sly's two friends, and accomplices, needed now a days, them all being so "famous", and everything. …
"Don't worry, little buddy! "The Murray" is ready. As soon as Sly comes around that corner and jumps in, we're gone and outta there!", Murray declared happily back. He had absolutely no worries or fears that this wasn't going to work, in fact, he had helped encourage it. Sly had decided that, if they ever got separated as bad as they had before, and one of them ended up on their own, again, then they'd need some kind of practice so they'd know what to do in ANY situation. That's where these separate little missions came into play. Each would do most of a job on their own, then rendezvous back at a point. It was going good so far, but then again, this was only the first one. …
'"Don't worry"', Sly had told him and Murray. '"We'll be fine! We need to know this stuff; you never know when something might come up! Everything'll be perfectly okay. If anything happens, the other two'll get him out. … Unless Carmelita 'attacks' me, or something. Then, you don't have to save me, unless she's about to take me to jail!"'. Man, had that gotten their goat. But, innocent -not really- joking as it may have been, he had been right… You never know.
"Hey, Bentley, ya there?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, Murray. You just wait for him there, and I'll keep track of you two."
"Roger that!" Bentley shut the line off, again.
"I'll keep track… ."
"Let's see. …", Sly was in the room he needed, but there wasn't really any way to get to what he needed in the room. At least, not from just the floor.
Glancing quickly around the storeroom, the raccoon saw that there were actually boxes piled everywhere on top of the cases the artifacts, and such, were in. "Bent wasn't kidding when he said they were re-doing everything…There's gotta be more in here than usual.", he whispered to himself, a mixture of awe, and "You've gotta be kidding me, but this isn't a problem"-tone, in his deep voice.
Having found the route he was to take, he gracefully leapt up onto one of the lower crates that was nearest on his left, plugged his earphones in his ears, and pushed play. The music started, and so did his time.
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Qué pasa, ppls?
Okay, I know I had said that it would only be a two-part, but things worked out differently than I thought, and it just happened to end up as a three-parter.
Anyway, I think it's turning out good, what about you? If it seems like I'm kinda dragging this along a bit, sorry. I know that the chapters are kind of short, too, but I'm not used to doing everything this way -lol-. I'm used to being able to keep adding things on to my stories whenever, or re-writing/typing whatever, whenever I need; not to mention, I usually make a story, like, twenty to thirty pages long, but I take a few weeks-months to do it all. … Oh well, in time, the fanfics I publish/upload onto fanfiction will get longer, promise!
A few things: I put in the parts where it described how he was dressed, etc, better, because I hadn't gotten to put them into the first chapter. I wasn't sure if his gloves should be over, or under his sleeves, though; under seems a bit more practical to me, instead of over. (I've tried something like having gloves -fingerless, and whole- over your sleeves like that -with the sleeves cut to go over your fingers, and it's a little uncomfortable), but that's just my opinion, too.
There're double paragraph-spacings : between "…just like they planned." and ""Well, Murray,"", "I'll keep track… ." and "Let's see. …", "…in his deep voice." and "Having found…", "…and so did his time." and "Skillfully jumping up…".
Oh, and, if you've read my one-shot for Sly Cooper, called "Maybe", then you'd get the part about Murray getting after him about his dirty laundry. It's kind of a play off of that. I was going to put it and something about the fridge as a thing or two Murray said in this, but I guess it didn't work out like that.
'Kay, well, on with the next chapter! Ttfn! If anything's a miss, let me know! Please, leave a comment, or something, even though I know how many have read/looked at this, 'cuz of that stats-thing I mentioned earlier, -lol-. Whatever you do, hope you enjoyed another chapter-thing! …
Didn't mean to talk so much! Thanks for sticking with this rambling gabber! -laughs-
-CcMV.-
Edit: Just to clarify, about 90 of this was all done VERY late/ extremely early in the morning…like, between 12 and 2 a.m. almost every one of the few nights I worked on this. That's why there's more explaining / extra details then anything else -lol- Sorry (- sweat drop-smile -)
Though, I'm still not sure what Genre it should be under... .
Thanks for bearing with me!
Ttfn! -CcMV.-