Hello and welcome all fanfic readers. Please take note that this is my first fanfic and close to my first story so any reviews, comments, suggestions etc are welcome.
Disclaimer: Sly Cooper and the crew are owned by Sucker Punch. I came up with this story with the help of my friend Sam.
It was an unassuming building, looking like a simple high rise apartment complex. The only thing that set it apart from thousands of similar buildings around the world was the unusual activity around it. First and large Humvee pulled up, looking like it was stolen from the military. Two huskies in nondescript clothes got out, glancing around the area in the behavior that marked them obviously as bodyguards. The next person to get out would have made almost anyone's blood run cold. He was a bear, massive even for his kind, dressed in a long greatcoat, heavy black boots and a fur hat, marked with a red star. He stepped inside, followed quickly by his bodyguards. The next car would have drawn glances and odd looks if certain sinister gentlemen with shoulder holsters hadn't cleared the surround blocks an hour ago. A long, sleek black truck pulled up. The back opened up and something, slithered out. And sleek white limousine was next, and as it stopped two cats in suits stepped out, not bothering to conceal the small compact machine guns they held. A strikingly beautiful vixen in a kimono stepped out, her black hair done up in a bun. She, like the rest stepped inside. The last visitors arrived in a helicopter, preceded by several rats with what looked like weapons stolen from the set of Star Wars. A scruffy looking squirrel got out first, dressed in khaki cargo pants and a maroon vest covered with pockets that had bits of technological doodads sticking out, completing his ensemble with a pair of small crimson goggles. The last figure got out, and the air seemed to turn cold around him. He was a tall cougar, dressed in a white silk shirt and dress pants, completing his ensemble with a pair of stylish sunglasses and a long black trench coat. He stepped inside after the squirrel, the rats following quickly after him.
All of the people took places at a round table in a darkened room, fulfilling no end of stereotypes. They all sat, except for a massive green cobra, which simply coiled himself at his place
"It is decided then?" the cougar said, his very voice commanding attention.
"Indeed", the bear said, his thick Russian accent obvious, "It is our only choice".
"He is an outsider, and therefore may have the upper hand in our conflict" the fox said softly, her accent obviously Japanese. "He would be a wildcard, a way to strike back."
"I am reluctant to call in thissssssss outssider in on our business though." The cobra's voice was made almost unintelligible by his hissing.
"Ve HAVE NO CHOICE!" The squirrel screamed, his Germanic accent obvious. "We once ranked forty, and now it is down to us five. We have survived the attacks only through a combination of luck, skill and quick thinking. Our luck can only last so long, so it must be done.
"We must contact Sly Cooper."