Condor
The well kept, modern building of Universal Exports was nothing more than just a façade. Built over the remains of Deutsche Ost Afrika Line's Hamburg property, it stood fifteen stories, as in addition to a vast basement facility. While on the inside it looked as legitimate as it's exterior, only the secret facility deep underneath it's false basement was truly functional.
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When Sly Cooper first started his thieving career, there were three criminal organizations that topped Interpol's hit list. The Fiendish Five, the Klaww Gang, and Condor. As each one fell, the second fiddle would take its place. The Klaww Gang overshadowed the Fiendish Five after its end of a long lasting reign of terror ended when four members were captured, and the fifth, disappeared. But after two years on top, the Klaww Gang too, fell. And replaced byCondor.
Condor was the worst of the worst. It was the single most dangerous, powerful, deadlier than the Mafia, Fiendish Five, or Klaww Gang put together. Gaining it's power through extortion, bribery, and wiping out the competition.
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Henri Modock eyed his fellow leaders grouped around the table. Sitting at the end of the table, it was clear that he was the leader. He craned his lean neck to gaze at a fellow member.
"Report number 6?" he said.
"Yes sir," a nervous monkey said. "The Sicilian Project was a success. Within a couple of months, our installations will be able to form a radio wave type wall spanning the globe, preventing rockets to missiles to space shuttles from reaching Earth's uppermost atmosphere and space, with the exception of a nominal fee of course…"
"Excellent," Henri said, his voice lacking any enthusiasm. "Your report number two… number two? LARGO!"
The seat designated for second in command was empty. But there was somebody on the other side of the table.
"Temper, temper, Henri," a voice said, drenched with a South American accent.
"Emile," Henri said. "Your father may have started this organization, and if it weren't for his best wishes,You would've beenkilled, let alone removed."
"Henri, Henri, Henri," Largo said, stepping into the light. "I have a little story to tell you, in fact, all of you."
Emile Largo was a deep brown-feathered condor, his face holding asmug grin. His father had started the organization, but because of at the time of his death-Emile wasn't old enough nor capable enough to run the business-he had his best friend Henri Modock take control and watch over Emile.
A large screen lit up; off to the side of the table. Everyone turned around to watch. It was showing pictures and drawings of many different raccoons.
"Once upon a time…" Largo began. "There was this clan. They were the longest running family of world class thieves, almost like Robin Hood, only he didn't exist. It all started with Slytankahmen the first and second. They were notorious for knocking off corrupt pharaohs of ancient Egypt. Then came Sir Galethor the Knight of medieval England; some records of him the most chivalrous of the entire clan. He was then followed by Salien Al Coopar of Arabia; the sneakiest of all thieves in history. Then the Scandinavian hulk known as Slai McCooper; who was known for cracking people skulls in half with his fists. Then the Thief of Fuso…Fuso, Japan…Rioichi Cooper. Then the scourge of the Caribbean, Anrietta 'One-Eyed' Cooper, female pirate. Then came gun totin' tobacco spittin' Tennessee Kid Cooper. Then Victorian Londoner Thaddeus Winslow Cooper, I give him kudos for being the most gentlemanly of the clan. Then came famous fighter ace Otto van Cooper; he served as a fighter pilot in World War One and used machines to do his bidding. And a more recent one…"
Another picture appeared, this one of a child sitting in the lap of his father, only the picture cut off, preventing any view of his face.
"…This guy was killed on his son's birthday, or at least the night before…" the slideshow ended. "Now tell me people, what do all these clan members have in common?"
Everyone consulted each other. After about a few minutes, one finally came up with something.
"They have a weird question mark shaft thing on the ends of their weapons," the monkey from before said.
"Finally, somebody with a good eye!" Largo exclaimed in a goofy way. "Anybody else? No? They're Coopers!"
"Wait!" Henri yelled. "You mean to tell me all these people are somehow related to Sly Cooper?"
"Yep, that last chap I mentioned was his father," Largo answered.
"Poor kid to have his dad killed on his birthday," somebody mumbled.
"You go on here talking about the chronological ancestry of some thief and for what?" Henri barked.
"Records showed that much of whatever they stole never left them, yet when each of them died, they had very little," Largo said. "Each one of them… So then, where did all that stuff they stole go?"
"Charity?" someone asked.
"WRONG!" Largo exclaimed. "IT ALL WENT TO A SECRET VAULT!"
An image of an island appeared. It was mostly a mountain surrounded at the base by a crumbling fortress.
"Kaine Island, near the Fiji islands in the South Pacific," Largo continued. "Home to the world's largest stash of valuables!"
"Cut to the damn chase Emile!" Henri scoffed.
"Get me a couple of freighters, plenty of men, heavy lifting equipment, etcetera, etcetera, and this organization will have no spending limit for the rest of our natural born lives people!"
"You sure this is the big time Emile?" Henri asked, intrigued. "What about Sly Cooper? I seriously doubt he would take you ransacking his family vault with good graces."
"He won't know a thing," Emile said with a smile. "Not when he's rotting in jail."
"Prison?" Everyone seemed to exclaimed in disbelief.
"I saw it with my own eyes, he was being carried away by cops from the very island."
There was a pause. Some of the members simply looked at Largo like he was a crazy treasure hunter, while others looked at it as an opportunity to become even more rich and powerful than they could everthought possible.
"Done!" Henri said. "Pleasure doing business with you pal."
Yep, 'tis a greed plot. And I hope I got the names of the Cooper Clan members right, or at least close. R&R