Well, chapter 8 has come, after a million years.

I still think I can't comment much here except for saying thanks to my reviewers.

I hate this, I don't own Sly.

Chapter 8 Traveling and Finding

Sly's POV

It took very little time, and soon Bentley found out where this "Book of Lost Souls" was located, and the note had been right. The book was located deep in a catacomb back in the only place the gang had visited with catacombs- the home of The Contessa. As was told online, The Contessa hadn't even gotten down into the catacombs, and had lost a good amount of men trying. The catacombs were so guarded and so old that historians had determined it was one of the first building built by civilization, but was later sealed with a castle to guard it.

So the gang and I found ourselves on an airplane heading back to the castle. Seated far away, we couldn't communicate, but I met an interesting man on that flight. A German businessman named Dirk Halkenspouse (probably not a good German name I admit), who planned on buying the Contessa's castle and making some new development. He didn't know what yet, but that's why he was going to the castle, to see what it was good for. As far as the catacombs, they were by the southern entrance, close to the waterfront.

Normal POV

Sly and the gang left their flight and proceeded to the hotel they would be staying at. None of them planned on sleeping in the castle after all. On their way in the front doors, Dirk ran up to them.

"Guten Tag! How are you on this auzgezeichnet day?" He said, using seemingly random pieces of German and English. He was a slightly tall wolf, with a bit of a potbelly, who wore a traditional business suit and a bowler hat. He was a jolly person, who liked to view the world optimistically rather the depressing slump it can sometimes be.

"Hello, Dirk, this is the gang. Gang, this is Dirk, he now owns the Contessa's property." Sly introduced them, stressing the ownership of the castle.

"Oh, hello my fellow investor, what do you plan on doing to the castle?" Bentley came forward, eager to know how long the gang had before the tunnel would exist no more.

"Das ist kaput. I will level it, and build something new by zwei thousand sieben." Dirk said rather proudly.

"Well, then I guess my freundes and I should get moving then." Bentley replied none too enthusiastically.

"Let me come with du, Ich habe das craving to see what I could do with that gross land." Dirk said following his statement with a big whole-hearted laugh.

"All right, but we're going to need to do a little alone work there, we're mold inspectors." Sly told Dirk, making the lie up off the top of his head.

"Oh ho, don't try to lie to me, ich knows your face. Du bist Sly Cooper!" Dirk said, a large grin remaining intact upon his gleeful features.

"Well, I guess the jig is up, where are the hidden cops?" Sly replied, his Cooper wit acting up.

"Ich would hire cops to help catch you? No, no, no, ich bin very thankful of you. Du put my vater's killer in prison for life." Dirk was slightly solemn until the point where he said the killer was in jail.

"Well, you're welcome, but I need to find something on the Contessa's property, and we do need to use a tunnel in the land owned by you." Sly told Dirk in all honesty, as he really had no choice.

"Well, du can use it." Dirk agreed "Ich still owes du much for all du hast done for me."

"You owe me nothing, I love helping people, as long as they're not criminals." Sly added.

From there Sly and the gang left to put their stuff in their room and headed for the tunnel, while Dirk went to survey the land. But there was another person there none of them had counted on, Robert. He sat in waiting, watching them for the perfect moment to strike. He saw his chance, and it was in the form of a split-up (which you should never do in a horror setting).

Dirk headed for the great front doors to the Contessa's home, which he found quite marvelous. Since the leaving of her goons, the Contessa's authentic home had shown, minus a few scratches and missing causeways because of Neyla's (or thought to be Neyla's, if you remember) attack. It really was quite a good home, and Dirk soon thought in his surveying of it that maybe he should just repair it, possibly live in it himself.

Dirk stepped away from the castle and turned to start going around it on the left side. However, he took one step before running into Robert. He couldn't scream, he was terrified, there in front of him sat a flaming demented (or so the grin on his face depicted) minion of the devil.

"Well, hello my new pal. I hope you don't mind if use this." He said as he grabbed Dirk by the throat and once again started the whirl of flame that had allowed him to possess the Chief. In moments, Robert stood as Dirk; his laughter would have been able to freeze the spines of anyone around to hear it.

"Now as long as you don't mind you German pastry, I've got a little dirty work to do with your body." Robert said to himself before once again throwing his chilling laughter into the air.

Meanwhile, Sly and the gang had worked their way through the maze that had once been filled with guards and defenses to where they were supposed to find the tunnel. It was over by the water, and the land was overgrown with bushes and tall grass. Behind it was one of the walls to the fortress, and on one side of it was just the same rolling landscape of bushes and a few trees. On the other side was a steep sort of cliff side leading down to another smaller river. They got there only to see nothing, and split-up once more.

Sly moved aside some brush with his cane and swept a gloved hand across his head. They were forced to work in the open sun, where it was so hot that one would think they should be roasted. After about fifteen minutes when Sly's only thoughts were on a glass of lemonade, someone yelled.

"Hey, I think I found it you guys." It was Carmelita, working close to the wall. The rest of the gang hurried over, and there it was.

It was a wide opening, and void of life. In fact, the bushes around it had died long ago, the same with the tree that seemed to arc over them. A cold wind came from inside it, which might seem comforting on such a hot day, but really made them all want to leave even more.

"Well guys, this is it, I'll see you later." Sly said with terror in every strain of his voice, before he stepped down into the tunnel.

What will happen to Sly? I wonder too. The pasta story is going to join my stories for the future, but I will write it eventually!