The sun was beating down upon Sly, who was silently following his ancestor throughout Giza. Slytunkhamen II was moving at a brisk pace, weaving through the civilians who were carrying out their daily chores. Sly noticed an orange tabby cat folding laundry as her two kittens wrestled in the dirt. The two kittens rolled into the street, and right in front of Sly. The master thief stopped and let them pass in front of him. Sly chuckled at the kittens, reminiscing on how he and his father, Conner Cooper, would also wrestle in the living room. The tabby cat, noticing her kittens were not by her side, immediately stood up, walked past Sly, and grabbed them from the ears. "My apologies, sir, they know better." The tabby immediately drug her offspring into her home, shut the door, and scolded them

Sly grinned at the sight, and immediately began searching for his ancestor. He caught a glimpse of Slytunkhamen's tail disappearing into a small doorway that was covered by a blanket. Sly ran over to the building and entered behind him. The room was small, with no windows and a small black carpet on the ground. Stepping onto the carpet Sly could feel a slight bump underneath it, presumably a trap door for Slytunkhamen to escape through. This is his safehouse. Sly gazed at his ancestor, who was standing by a wooden table that was placed along the back wall. There were various objects on the table, a large backpack, a pile of clothes, a hammer, a pile of keys that resembled the modern ones that Sly was accustomed to, and a pair of sandals.

Slytunkhamen grabbed the pile of clothes and threw them to Sly. "Put these on, quickly. I do not wish for you to remain in my house for very long." He then threw the bag onto the ground beside Sly. "Put your current clothes in the bag, including your cane. Do not speak." He turned back around to the table and began to tinker with the sandals, loosening the straps to fit Sly's feet.

Sly stared at his ancestor, then took his shirt off, exposing his muscular body. The raccoon looked down and became embarrassed; his chest was extremely dirty and his fur was matted in many spots and there was sand stuck onto his fur in many spots. Sly hadn't showered since his time-traveling adventure, which began in Paris and stealing the samurai dagger from the museum. By the looks of it, I might not be showering for a very long time. Sly gathered the clothing into his hands and tried his best to mimic the way Slytunkhamen's clothes rested on his body. Slytunkhamen noticed Sly's confusion and walked over to him, straightening the clothing to his approval. Sly observed his new outfit.

The clothing was similar to a bedsheet, wrapped around Sly's shoulders and falling to his ankles. A belt around the waist held the sheet tight to his body. Slytunkhamen grabbed the sandals and handed them to Sly. As Sly put them on his feet, Slytunkhamen revealed the final article of clothing for the young raccoon to wear: a black hood that covered Sly's fur and hid the majority of his face. The hood was made with thin cloth so that Sly could see through it even if it was covering his eyes.

Slytunkhamen pulled out another black hood and put it upon his own head, then walked toward the doorway. Sly followed his ancestor, whom paused and turned to face Sly when he reached the blanket. "You speak to no one. You follow closely behind, and if I tell you to do something, you must comply. Understood?" Sly nodded determinedly, and followed Slytunkhamen outside.

Slytunkhamen was leading the way through the marketplace, where there were now numerous people walking through the street. Sly followed a few meters back, careful not to be obvious that he was following Slytunkhamen. Sly looked at his surroundings, noting various ledges and rooftops that he could climb onto and get a good look if he happened to lose his ancestor. On one of the rooftops, a black feline was pacing with two large swords at his helm. He appeared bored with his patrol, slouching and breathing in a relaxed way.

Sly suddenly was knocked to the ground. "Hey! What's the big ide-" Sly suddenly was at a loss of words as he looked upon his attacker. Cooper's eyes met a deep mocha brown. The woman had a hood as well, covering her face and hair. Her eyes got extremely wide and a gasp escaped her lips. Sly stood up and was unable to make any actions, lost in the woman's eyes. The woman began to run again, pushing people out of her way, much to the dismay of the other civilians. An orange and yellow vixen tail flowed behind her. This time, Sly was the one to gasp. That fox… she looks just like her. Sly stood on his tip-toes to attempt to locate the vixen once more, but again was put to the ground, this time by a firm grip on his head pushing Sly toward the dirt. Sly was brought down to one knee.

"Kneel, you fool. We don't need any unnecessary trouble." Slytunkhamen was firm with his voice. "Stay silent if you intend to stay free. Don't look up until I say so." Sly lifted his head in protest, but it was immediately shoved back down. Intend to stay free? What exactly is he getting at? Bending to his ancestors will, Sly merely lifted his eyes enough so he could see what was going on.

About ten to fifteen men rushed past Sly, sprinting through the sea of bowing subjects and rounding around a corner building. Who are they chasing? Sly looked back to his left and then realized why his knee was on the dirt below him.

A tall, white Arctic Fox was walking slowly past Sly and his ancestor. He stood straight, nose high in the air. His fur was decorated with various jewels and braids throughout. A large headdress was placed upon him. Wait a minute… that's…. Sly looked beside him at Slytunkhamen. That's Slytunkhamen's headdress, but it's on that Reynard's head… The pharaoh continued to walk through the people, refusing to look upon his people, until he too turned the corner, following his men.

Sly dusted himself off, then turned to his left, expecting to see his ancestor. Instead, no raccoon was in sight.

Searching frantically about the square, he was unable to find his ancestor anywhere. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his ancestor leap from one rooftop to another, sprinting across the town with a furious pace.

Reaching for the bag with his belongings, Sly pulled out his cane, then quickly slung the strap over his head and across his body, and took off after Slytunkhamen. Blue auras lit up around Sly, and he jumped up into a wagon that was being pulled by a mule. Getting up onto the ledge, he reached his cane out and barely caught a window ledge. Hanging onto the cane, Sly pulled himself into the room, unsure of what to do next. Looking across the street, a clothesline hung tightly between two rooms. "You've gotta be kidding me." Sly took a few steps back, then got a running start as he bounded across the street, reaching for the clothesline. The tip of the cane caught the string, with Sly's momentum slamming him into the wall.

Sly let go of the cane, and plummeted into a blanket that covered a fruit stand. The blanket bounced Sly back up, where he grasped the end of the cane, regaining possession of it. Placing his feet upon the wall, Sly walked slowly down the wall, making the tension of the clothesline tighter. Sly pushed off the wall and the line launched him high into the air and onto the roof.

Looking around quickly, he located Slytunkhamen only a few roofs away. Sly tore off after him once more, hurdling over obstacles and using the cane to balance along the narrow ledges of the roofs.

Up ahead, Slytunkhamen slid feet first off the roof, his momentum carrying him over the ledge and out of sight. Sly chose to mimic his ancestor, and upon reaching the roof promptly slid over the ledge. The gap was narrow, and across the alley was a lone window, which already had a raccoon filling its space. Sly misjudged the speed his ancestor had possessed earlier, and Sly was going to fall short of the window. Sly reached out with his cane but was unable to reach the window ledge; he began to fall down to the hard ground below.

A sudden jolt was sent through Sly's arm as he held on tightly with one hand. Sly looked up and saw his ancestor leaning over the edge, holding his version of the Cooper cane, the ends of both canes interlocking. Pulling hard, Slytunkhamen pulled his descendant through the window.

"Are you alright?" Slytunkhamen questioned.

"I don't think I dislocated anything, I'm fine." Sly rubbed his shoulder for added confirmation, then looked at his ancestor. "What are we doing here?" Slytunkhamen was silent as he looked back over the window ledge, and Sly followed suit.

In the alley below, the guards that had furiously ran through the marketplace were now smiling amongst themselves. Two guards were shutting the back of another cart, and locking the doors. They then walked to the front of the cart, and began to pull the cart themselves. The rest of the men were following behind them, slowly walking and catching their breath.

Slytunkhamen broke the silence. "Come, my father's house is not much further from here." Slytunkhamen reared, then jumped out of the window, digging his cane into the clay building across the alley and dropping slowly to the ground below, leaving a larger trench deep into the building. Slytunkhamen waved him on, smiling for the first time that day.

Sly chuckled to himself, pulled his mask over his face, and jumped out of the window, imitating his ancestor as he descended onto the ground.

A/N

Hey guys! I know it's been a really long time since my last update, I appreciate anyone who might have stuck with me up to this point. A lot of things were going on all at once and it took me a really long time to simply type out my ideas into this chapter. I can almost guarantee that this long of a wait will not happen again for any gap between chapters. I really appreciate any feedback, whether positive or negative, as it can translate into (hopefully) an overall better story for you to enjoy.

On a brighter note, Happy Halloween!

Icemyster