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"A New Cooper"
A "Sly Cooper" Fan-Fiction
"Chapter 1 – C-Mail"
Written by Dr. Thinker
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Subject: Cooper Vault (and bit of misc.)
Thanks for restoring the Cooper Vault, Bentley. If my family was alive today, they will be pleased that you help restore Cooper Island. I bet pages from the "Thievus Raccoons", it took an entire day to hack in. Yesterday, Fox revealed that she known I was faking amnesia to get close to her—that why she lied like a thief--pun not intended--in the Inner Sanctum of the Cooper Vault. It turns out that we both saw our life flash before our eyes during that attack on Dr. M's vault. We married before you discovered us—but I saw that he was watching me—and I winked at him.
Wow! I heard my underground grapevine that the original Cooper gang was pretty good. I can't believe you located my father's page from the "Thievus Racconus" from the vault's Data Room. Now, I know that name of the move my dad taught me in that Cooper Vault, the "laser slide'—but only ones that had the blue "master thief" aura. Thought, I'm little surprise that Dr. M wasn't really the brain of my dad's gang, but the muscle. I'm also pleased that McSweety was the brains of my father's gang. Speaking of McSweety, he out of a jail. He's right next door. I had a talk with him the other day. It's out McSweety got a job making sure "Thief Net" servers don't go down—and if they do—only for a few minutes. I learned from McSweety, that Dr. M swallowed the second hate chip to Clockwerk. That might explain his genius and his hate for my father.
Well, I got a surprise for you. Recently, Tina Fox has been crawling into the vent systems of many buildings—including the local Interpol office and even the railroad station where we used to called home before sending four of the Fiendish Five to prison. I'm sending her other to you. She's at least 14 years old—and I'm afraid she may accidentally learn all of the moves in the "Thievus Racconus" before she reads it. She has my body—but Fox's reddish-fur color. She has a love of swimming—something I think it's from Fox's side of the family. She can heard anything from a mile around—thought she's been exploding the safe-side of "Thief Net"—the news of possible location of crooks, police arrest files, interviews with ex-crooks, and even old news stores about crook—stuff like that. And like most teenagers, she hates following the rules. Recently, Tina annoyed the Interpol's Head, Mr. Fredrick Fangs, during a police auction. If you saw Mr. Fangs in a dark alley, you might think of a wolf-version of Mugshott. She crawled into the secret area where a few more dangerous items were located. When, Mr. Fangs discovered her—he told me that he doesn't care were I put her—even the moon itself—just as long as Tina is out of his sights for a while. So, I decide to send her to you. Hopefully you keeping the Cooper's best keep secret under lock and key.
Friends Forever,
Mr. S. Fox
P.S. I'm been using Fox's name, since I married her.
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Subject: RE: Cooper Vault (and a bit of misc.)
I pick the pages of Terra "Tech" Cooper, Sly. Getting the restoring system up and running was a week-long hacking job. Terra "Tech" Cooper put a lot of defenses that would kill a normal virus—but all systems bow down to my elite hacking skills. I found a lot of spare canes on the islands—and it's seems that all of them can open up the Cooper Vault's main door. Also I discovered a cave with a lot of fox hairs—I think that might how Inspector Fox got in the vault. It's seems they were a few special shafts that won't open unless the main vault has been unlocked. It's seems without Dr. M's feeding machines—the sharks had left for better waters—like the ocean around Australia.
On that insane owl, let's just hope that he doesn't have a third hate chip some place. I don't want you and Inspector Fox to die at his claws—even if she was a pain in the neck for us while we pull off our heists.
Don't worry, Sly. The Cooper's prize book is under a number/letter safe in my computer room—and that security in that room would give any security guards or thieves a nightmare for the rest of his or her life. Send her island—and I take good care of her—like I'm her uncle.
Friends Forever,
Bentley Shellac.
P.S. It's funny that Penelope's last name is Shellac.
Author Notes
Some how QuickEdit removed the e-mails for Sly and Bentley. All well, it was the e-mail names weren't that important for me.
Logging off,
Dr. Thinker
