"Sly!" After what felt like hours, Bentley finally managed to unlock the highly technological door. A burst of bright light entered an entirely pitch-black room, nearly blinding Sly as he opened his eyes to see what was going on.

"My name is…"

"Oh, geez I'm sorry…Silvester." Bentley mockingly responded. "What are you doing in here? Are you alright?"

Sly didn't really want to move much, despite he was starting to feel better. The dark side of him didn't really show through this time, as if he had never felt anything weird at all. He seemed to only feel weird when Lucifer was around. "I feel…okay I guess." Sly slurred while swaying slightly to the left, as if he was drunk.

"What has Lucifer done to you?" Daniel ran over to his little brother and knelt down to his level. "Tell me, Silvester, what happened?"

"I just…I don't know." Sly didn't really know what to say to Daniel, or to anyone. He didn't even know what to say to himself about what was going on. "I just…I just feel odd. I landed here in Egypt what seemed like just a few hours ago."

12 years ago…

Underneath the scorching hot desert sun, Sly managed to be able to at least wake up. He felt as if he had been hit in the head with a ton of bricks and was completely unaware where he was. He managed to reach over and grab his cane, but this seemed to be an impossible task for him. Confused, he managed to stand up despite his splitting headache and noticed he was in the desert. The heat sucked all of his stamina and hydration right out of his body, and he was starting to feel miserable.

Sly looked into the distance and noticed a small village just a few feet away from where he had awoken. The gigantic palace captured his attention the most, with all the cat statues and lights littering the walls. Sly knew that was his best bet to find out where he was, and possibly get some help.

Sly managed to wonder over to the village, confused and scared about his surroundings. He noticed ladies in black braided wigs and white covers, men with gold plated beards and headdresses, merchants selling bread and fruit, and statues of cats and cobras littering every street corner. The streets themselves seemed to be paved with sandstone, and on each corner was a merchant stand constructed of either sandstone or some wood.

"Can I help you sir?"

Sly, not paying any attention, had managed to bump into another raccoon. This raccoon seemed very familiar to him, looking nearly identical to him. Sly started to sweat in fear of what was about to happen to him. "I need some help." He choked.

"I have been expecting you, Silvester." The raccoon said with a serious tone.

Sly raised an eyebrow. "Expecting me? I think you have the wrong guy, sir. My name is Sly Cooper, and I'm not…"

"Your name is Silvester Cooper." The raccoon sternly corrected. "The lion creature told me so. Your real name is Silvester Cooper. That's what you should be called. That is what you deserve to be called."

Sly was confused. The raccoon continued. "Lucifer told me all about you. He said you were the master thief. Tell me, Silvester, what brings you here?"

"I'm not sure." Sly choked. "I'm lost. I don't belong here."

The raccoon chuckled a bit. "I'm Slytunkhamen. I'm the official thief for the Pharaoh."

Sly couldn't manage to slip a word past his lips. He stood in awe of his ancient ancestor, unsure what to say.

"I'm working on a top-secret project." Slytunkhamen started. "On a faraway island, I am constructing a vault for the Coopers, and the Coopers only, to store away all their treasure. Lucifer, my most trusted servant, told me you were coming, and that you really could provide some assistance for me building the project. He also said you would be able to assist me with serving our Pharaoh. Our Pharaoh needs both of us to stop the thieves from entering our village, by taking back what they stole."

Sly wiggled his ears in excitement. Slytunkhamen continued. "Come my boy, I must introduce you to my Pharaoh at once!"

"I'm not sure what you guys want, or what you're expecting from me." Sly crossed his arms. "I can't leave here, my Pharaoh and Slytunkhamen need me here!"

"But you don't belong here!" Bentley pleaded. "Come on Sly, you know that you don't belong here. Paris is your home."

Just beyond the corner, Lucifer was hiding behind a wall listening to the conversation with Sly. He chuckled to himself for a bit, satisfied his plan was running smoothly. He ran over to a secret door over a few feet away and unlocked it. When he entered through it, he navigated a narrow but lengthy hallway to a familiar eagle owl sitting on a large chair, getting ready to munch on a rat.

"Clockwerk sir…"

Clockwerk dropped the rat, startled. "I told you to not enter during my dinner, Lucifer."

Lucifer blushed. "My apologies, sir. I was just here to inform you that Sly doesn't want to go home."

Clockwerk laughed. "So, it's done then. Cooper doesn't want to return home. I think it's time to move on to phase two, Lucifer."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "My apologies sir, what was that again?"

Clockwerk groaned. "I need you to continue to work on Sly to get him angry at Skylar and Rascal. Angry enough that he would kill them. This way there are no risks the Coopers will ever exist again."

Lucifer frowned. "Sir, as much as I hate Sly, I don't think it's really fair to drag the kids into this. Besides, what about Daniel and his family?"

"Daniel?" Clockwerk questioned. "That's strange. I haven't heard of that name in…"

"…forever." Lucifer interrupted. "Daniel escaped after you killed his parents. At least that's what Sly told me."

Clockwerk sighed. "Well I guess kill him too. Actually, just kill all of them. None of them deserve to see the light of day."