Domination

Sly was led into a large room. In the center of it was what looked like a wood covered air hockey table. People started gathering around to watch a mister Peroco and Tybalt duke it out in a game that was in fact NOT air hockey.

"All right Mr. Peroco," Tybalt said. "Let's see if you have what it takes to be a master of a game I developed. I call it Domination."

Suddenly, a holographic image of the world appeared in the center of the table.

"We fight over a random country, in this case France. The player with the most points wins. You can gain and lose points. But there is a catch. You control two nuclear missiles; the button for them is in the left control stick. But you can defend yourself from them with a shield in that button on the right stick. You take control over a territory by firing at it with the trigger in the right stick. If you let go of the controls, you lose. Ready to play?"

"Bring it on!" Sly said with a grin. 'AT least I'll have the pleasure of embarrassing him at his own party.'

The game commenced. The two began taking over their territories, but suddenly Sly let go, drawing his hands back in surprise.

"It gave me a shock!" he yelled.

"I should have mentioned to you that you will be shocked to feel the pain of our soldiers in combat," Tybalt said. "Another game?"

"Once again, bring it on," Sly said.

This time, they were fighting over Spain, and this time, Sly nearly won, until Tybalt launched a nuclear missile at him and failed to block it. Sly quickly pulled his hands away. His shocks kept getting stronger the more he began to lose.

"I suggest that we stop playing Peroco," Tybalt said. He was not impressed. "You have lost two games to me, and might I say horribly. You can leave your dignity here."

There was a 'OOOOHHHH' coming from the surrounding crowd.

'He's not gonna burn me and get a way with this!'

"How about we play one more game, let's say the world?" Sly said, a grin forming on his face.

"You sure you want to go through with this?" Tybalt said with a smug 'I am so going to own you' grin.

"Bring. It. On."

The map of the world appeared. Sly was doing much better than both of those last matches combined, but he was still getting shocked, but he bore with it. Tybalt fired a missile. It was blocked. Tybalt was now getting anxious. He was now seriously getting shocked. He fired another missile, that one was blocked too. Now Sly had the upper hand. He fired one of his missiles, and made it. This blow provided too great of a shock for Tybalt to handle.

He ripped his hands off of the controls. Everyone gasped in shocked. Tybalt, in an attempt to make him look like a good loser, graceful blew on his hands and smiled.

"Apparently Mr. Peroco," he said with a smile. "I was dead wrong about you. Perhaps we should play again some other time, non?"

"Maybe, but like I told you earlier, I have to go," Sly replied, a victorious smile on his face. "Goodbye Tybalt."

Sly got up from his chair and left. He went back to the closet where he left the guard.

"Thank you!" he said with a smile as he pulled the metal object from the petrified guard's hand.

Sly didn't stick around to see, much less hear, the guards faint in relief and shock. 'I was wondering what I could have done with this Zippo, and now I have!'

He left the grounds and headed to his car. Meanwhile, a fierce looking Tybalt was in a soundproofed bedroom somewhere on the third floor. He entered through the door and slapped Carmelita.

"Apparently," he said. "Your lover Cooper decided to crash my party. Why he was here, I want to know why!"

"For the most obvious reason you piss drinking ass wipe!" she yelled as she tried to punch him. "He came to save me!"

But he grabbed her hand and slapped her again.

"Such a temper," he said with a grin. "But right now, my men are currently gutting him as we speak."

He left. 'I made a bluff and she fell for it!'

Sly entered the safe house and entered Bentley's lab.

"Just hacked into it a few seconds ago," Bentley said.

Suddenly, Sly's cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Sly Cooper, did you think you could have figured me out. Now I don't know what you have been doing in my party, but I know it was not dancing. You try to interfere again and you AND you PALS WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!"

The line then went dead.