Hey everyone,
Just want to let you all know that I finally figured out what I wanted the Crime Boss to be like, how I wanted him to have become who he is, the works. Now the animal that the Crime Boss represents is actually thanks to a personal friend of mine, but because he doesn't have an account here, will I just say; thanks my friend.
He knows who I mean,

Venquine1990

Boss' POV

It's seems so long ago. So long ago that I was just a simple worker for the Italian Police of Venice. So long ago that I had that one simple job of guarding an unimportant museum for no other reason than that there would be a big showcase a few days later. So long ago that, during my shift, that little Raccoon snuck in.
Connor Cooper. The famous Raccoon that made name by stealing the World's Largest Diamond with his Muscled Walrus and Intelligent Mandrill friends, who also got Jackerby Le Paradox in prison because the Wolf actually wanted to frame Connor for the heist, had actually snuck into said museum without me noticing.
Now, normally, this wouldn't have been a problem as it should have just meant that the security needed to be tightened a little more and that there was something valuable stolen – something Connor Cooper was highly known for – yet the fact that he hadn't stolen but added to the collection had made the event a whole other story.
The whole museum had been closed for several weeks as experts all across the world had gone to inspect the large Walrus like statue that resembled Jim McSweeney to the T that had actually been left by the gang, yet because of this, had the museum missed out on their large expo of a few days after the event took place.

And as incriminating, wrong and unjust as it all was, did my own boss believe he could save face by openly harassing me and relinquishing all my rights as an officer of the Law; something he definitely wouldn't have done had I been female like the inspector that is currently hunting the last member of the Cooper Line.
The thought of that said Raccoon makes me smirk widely as the memory of what my men caused him feels only too right as a first step to my revenge plan, something I had sworn I would get only 24 hours after my release. And yet, while I had been able to get revenge on my boss, had the Fiendish Five taken my chance away from Cooper.
This had irked me all those years ago, but then a year later, had I discovered about Reolu Island and I had felt I could take it all away from the Coopers if I were to just make that my new home. And I had, even if the methods through which I conquered Reolu Island were anything but those you would expect from a former police officer.

But hey, I'm a Gorilla, one that was taken from his home and family by a family of panthers and who had been sold to a pair of cobra's who, while they raised me well, never allowed me to travel anywhere but the country in which they lived and who locked me in my room if I didn't study for the career they wanted for me.
Why these cobras had wanted me and why it had been my family that had been targeted I had never found out as the cheetahs had actually returned to my family and murdered them after dropping me off and my cobra adoptive parents had died a natural death long before I had gathered the courage within me to ask them.
The cheetahs are also still on my list for revenge, yet my power over Reolu Island is one I cherish more than the need to hunt down a pair of meaningless cats and while I have no doubt that – one day – they will actually come to me, do I now keep my focus on where I really want it; the last of the Cooper Line and his inheritance.
Cooper may think I only want him to degrade him and incriminate his little Lineage, but my real goal is much greater – and he himself is to blame for me getting this desired plan of mine. It all happened a month ago, when I decided to partake in a sudden and unusual funeral ceremony and discovered something beyond incredible.

Dr. M, the mandrill that used to work with the Cooper that ruined me, had actually lived on an island close to Reolu and had attempted to get into what is known as the Cooper Vault, one that the Cooper Family have been using to stock up all of their hard-earned treasure and gold for the past three-thousand years straight.
The idea of that kind of treasure, of such an incredible inheritance, had made me desire to find out where the Mandrill had been found, but when I discovered that the funeral had only been honorary as the Mandrill's body had never been found, had I felt as if I was defeated by that lowlife Raccoon and his family yet again.
Only this belief had been proven wrong by Cooper himself, who had actually come to Reolu Island by himself and who had, apparently, not taken kindly to the fact that I had overthrown the Cooper Reigning Order on the Island. He had then been foolish enough to confront me, yet I had already known of his arrival.
And his arrival had been exactly what I had wanted. I want to break him. I want to crush him. But mostly, I want him to obey me. Obey me so he will lead me to where his Vault is located. Obey me so I may do to him what he did to his father's former partner. Obey me, so I can finally get my revenge on his blasted father.

And being the crime boss that I have become, what better way to get revenge than by taking that what any and every crime boss worth my stature loves the most; other people's priceless possessions. I know this pretty much makes me a Master Thief as Cooper is my target in this case, but this is a matter I just simply ignore.
However, what I cannot ignore is the fact that Cooper's friends have apparently been caught by the Inspector currently on Cooper's case and that she used this to get to Cooper as well, only to have one of his men take off with Cooper's new car and for the rest of them to disappear off of the island, Cop and Robber included.
The fact that said Cop actually took me my chance to break Cooper and have him lead me to what could possibly be left of his inheritance is not one that sits well with me and I had proven to several of my lackeys who I was and how I had been able to take over their island, making the population of Reolu Island miss a few numbers.

The fact that Cooper had taken everything, had temporarily taken residence in one of my safehouses and had then convinced his stupid friends to move even further away had angered me and the fact that his friend had actually baited my men to follow them, only for my men to lose their trial had led to the peak of my anger.
It's now three days since Cooper escaped me and while I can tell that the villagers that lived near the police station share a mix of disappointment for not seeing their so-called hero perform and relief that he has escaped my grasp, do I keep a low profile in this zone, not feeling like getting Interpol or its inspectors on my back.
I still have some of the officers there under my control and there are, naturally, plenty of other men and women that work for me and that are scourging the streets on the hunt for either the Raccoon or his band of lackeys, yet I myself do not feel like leaving my trusted safe house just to look for some crackpot thieves.

I know Cooper and I know I scared him enough he will eventually come to me if only to protect his little friends, yet the longer he stays away the more unwilling I become to fulfill his little request and the more I start to plot ways to torture and break Cooper – preferably through methods used against his so-called team.

Then suddenly, as I envision hanging that rotten turtle above some cooking pot in the middle of my safe house, do I hear one of my radios turning on and I ask: "Anything to report?" And a strong, husky voice answers: "Yes Sir, we found one of Cooper's friends. He's running, but we can easily catch him if you want us to."
This shocks me as I had expected Cooper and not his friends and I ask: "Who is it? And where?" To which the voice answers: "It's the Koala, sir. And he seems to have just nicked away some milk and eggs." Making me snicker as I realize what must have happened and while delighted in the idea to starve Cooper, do I hiss: "Get him."
And while the other voice replies in affirmation, do I turn off the device and lean back in my throne-like chair, not even caring that I will be getting some newby member of the team as it's obvious that Cooper is trying to be treated for his time spend under my care and this makes me laugh in delight as I think: "Break, Cooper. Break."

One hour later

"What is going on here? Why hasn't my lackey caught that stupid koala yet? Has Cooper escaped me? Have those friends of his taken down one of my men?" Goes through my mind while I slam my fingers down on my iron-made arm rest, only to get interrupted by the same voice, who sounds slightly hurt as he says:
"Sir, my apologies. Cooper actually appeared and dashed off with his friend. He looked badly hurt, but somehow he used the techniques we have been letting him show to the crowd to escape me. He must have scurried the town before meeting you as he knew the streets better than I did." This makes me growl and I hiss:
"Don't think of coming back, you understand?" And the voice squeaks before it says: "Yes sir." And while I slam the radio down, does it suddenly ring again and I ask: "Yes?" Only for my anger to be replaced with glee as another voice, this one soft and female answers: "Sir, I just spotted one of Cooper's closer friends.

It's the Hippo and he's running for a dead end. He had some blue shirts in his arms, but he dropped them when he saw me. I guess Cooper told him about me. Should I chase and capture?" To which I laugh and say: "Do so. And rip the cloths apart. See if you can send them to the outskirts of town to leave Cooper a little message."
The voice affirms my orders and I happily release a deep breath as I lounge in my chair once more, the thoughts I had about torturing the big fat pink hippo delighting me and I think: "I better buy a camera. Too bad Cooper took his or I could have used it to send him the pictures straight away." But then I shrug and slink back.

One hour later

"Didn't that bint say she chased that fat flop of muscle into a dead end? Why isn't she here yet? Did she underestimate him?" Goes through my mind as I feel my anger of before resurfacing before the same soft voice, this time with a strange accent, speaks and says: "Sir, I – I won't make it back. That – that Hippo is – too powerful."
Before a grunt of pain breaks off the other end of the line and I roar in anger, almost breaking my own throne as I smash the radio against the arm rest. Instantly upon seeing this, do the few lackeys I still have here to serve me dash out of the room, part of me wanting to shout at them to stay and take it, but me fighting this urge.
"Cooper's friends are trying to keep me from my revenge. They are trying to get Cooper back in full strength. I can't let that happen. I need a change of plans. I need my men together if I want to take Cooper down. Can't believe his idiotic minions can overpower mine." I grumble under my breath as I reach for a new radio.

I press a few of the buttons on this one and say: "This is a call to all of my followers. From now until we have found and gotten Cooper back where he belongs are all of you to work together and to call any and everyone near your vicinity if you spot even one of his friends or him himself. Do I make myself clear?"
I growl at the end and an array of united voices, some of them strong and determined, others startled and afraid due to the anger they hear in my voice, shout together: "Crystal, sir." Before, not even five minutes later, one of my more local agents calls out and shouts: "Spotted the Iguana, I repeat, spotted the Iguana.
Parties 55 and 43, report at my location. I will keep an eye out and keep the Iguana in sight. Report here at once." And two voices, belonging to the leaders of the two parties, retort: "Roger. We're on the move." Making me smirk as I know for a fact that part 43 was highly involved when I first met and broke Cooper a few days ago.
"That Iguana. I might not even kill him. He was a member of the Klaww Gang, after all, so he should have some uses. And I know he was recognized by that little mouse girl when she was still hosting those stupid flight races back in Holland. With a man like that I might actually be able to spread my power further than Kaine Island."
And while thoughts of convincing the Iguana to ditch Cooper, to build up a new empire of power besides me and to then ditch – and maybe even kill – him when he has made me a world famous and highly dangerous crime boss go through my mind, do I suppress the need to laugh as Cooper's end is becoming clear to me once again.

One Hour Later

"That stupid bint called for my strongest arm forces and she's still not back? What do they think they're doing? I ordered them to catch Cooper and his friends, not play with them. Do they think they can repeat what happened when Cooper first came here? Cooper is mine to kill and so are his little wannabee lackeys."
Do I rage as I have again waited a full hour for someone I thought would not just lead me straight to wherever Cooper could be hiding, but also someone who actually – I realized a few minutes after hearing about him being spotted – knows where the Cooper Vault is located, something I desire more than I do Cooper.
I have, at this point, left my throne, yet not the room in which this is located and while wanting to snarl at the radio and asking either of the two teams or other teams what they think they're doing by keeping me waiting, but then the leader of party 55 calls me and while feeling my rage fueling at hearing his voice, do I snarl:

"What?" Causing for the voice on the other side of the connection to gulp, angering me even more as I hiss: "You better have good news, you lowlife or it's you I will be sending my men after, capish?" But the answer I get angers me and makes me roar in pure fury as the voice whimpers: "I – will start running then, I guess."
And while I can hear the radio falling from the leader's grasp, do I shout in rage, press the same buttons as before and shout: "New orders! Get Cooper, his friends and those unworthy of being part of my team. Currently that includes all members of part 43 and 55 and all those that have seen Cooper's friends, but not caught them, capish?"
And the answer of all those scared angers me even more as I don't feel like having any use of those scared of me, only those determined and willing to follow me and I growl: "Also, for all those that are rather scared than determined, come back to my hideout and you'll follow Cooper's faith. Stay away cause you're all fired!"

I shout in the end and slam the radio on the receiver, not even caring that I just lost 23 of my 60 teams as all that has happened in the last few hours proves me only one thing; Cooper is only a real Cooper if his friends do all the work. He himself is nothing and the title of Master Thief is definitely not one he is worthy of.
"What a coward. He's just like those 23 teams. Completely useless and better off dead. Might as well kill him when I see him and then see what uses I can get out of those friends of his. They might even make me capable of getting the teams I deserve. Not these idiots." I grumble to myself at the end and sit back down.
I sit for a few minutes and grumble to myself about methods through which I can kill Cooper when a strong and pleased voice breaks my thought process and says: "Sir, I just hit the jackpot." Making me grab the radio and angrily ask: "Really, and why do you think that?" But then the man makes me agree as he responds:

"Because I am currently chasing Inspector Fox and I already have her little Shock Pistol in my possession, sir." Instantly all my previous anger dissipates and I respond: "Cooper has a real thing for that fox. Capture her and make it public. Then return here. And remember, take teams with you. Do not underestimate her."
"Copy that, sir. Teams 13, 60 and 21, follow me. I am chasing Inspector Fox and we have orders to openly capture her. She will be our martyr to capture Cooper." And then my delight grows as I hear another voice: "This is Leader Team 45. Me and Leader team 28 have spotted your target and will be commencing the chase with you."

"Copy that." The leader of Team 10 then says and I sit back, a large smirk on my face as I know just what I will do with this insolent little fox once she and Cooper are mine and while I sit back, do I keep my radio attuned to that of team 10, my pleasure growing as I hear more and more team leaders admitting to join the chase.
Hearing how there are 20 of my teams actually following the fox around town and how – to my utter delight – they are leading her into an ambush consisting of another 10 of my teams, do I happily close off the connection, feeling confident that I will be having that gorgeous fox under my grasp within the hour for sure.

One hour later

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? THAT FOX WAS LEAD STRAIGHT INTO AN AMBUSH OF 30 OF MY TEAMS! HOW ON EARTH DID SHE ESCAPE THAT! AND WHY ARE NONE OF THEM RESPONDING ANYMORE!" I shout at the top of my lungs as I rage through the entire room in a fit of pure fury.
Several pieces of furniture have already met their end as I have either ripped them to pieces, swung them against each other or thrown them against the wall and I also have several of my windows missing almost all of their glass window panes, yet none of this matters to me as I can only think of my teams failing me.
"Thirty of my teams can't even catch a single fox? What is going on here? Why are all of my man failing me? If this keeps up I won't have anyone left." I growl in anger at myself, part of me scoffing at the idea as there are plenty of people constantly coming to Kaine Island that I can easily persuade into joining my cause.

"Ehm – sir?" The timid voice of my secretary then sounds and I snarl: "What?" The cat shivers at hearing this, yet she is almost as headstrong as I am, which is how she worked her way up to being in the position she has today and she says: "I – I did some calculating and – well, we – we only have another 7 teams left, sir."
This does nothing to soothe my anger and only makes me roar to the skies above me as I ask: "Seven? There are really only seven teams left?" The cat nods and I shout: "Gather them together at the Police Station. If we attack that, we can lure those idiots out! Then Cooper will finally be back where he belongs! NOW MOVE!"
The cat scrambles out of her seat and rushes for the door, grabbing a mobile radio while she does so and conveying my orders to the few teams I have left and while I know that I won't make any friends with the officers under my control due to my new plans, do I not care for this as I won't let myself be outwitted like this.

"Cooper can plan and try to trick me all he wants. I am staying here and he will come to me. I will make sure of that. That stupid Fox managed to get him to come along thanks to his friends, now I will use that same trick to capture her, Cooper's useless little team and that lowlife, waste of a grey-furred mongrel himself."
And again do I calm myself down, the thoughts of what I will do with Cooper and his team now more violent and destructive in nature than ever before and at the same time making me calm down as my need for revenge sates the anger I feel boiling in my blood and flushing through my veins, making me sit down with proud ease.

20 minutes later

"That attack should have happened by now. Is Cooper holding back? Does he really care that little for the people of Reolu? Should I attack them to lure him out?" I growl to myself, wondering why I haven't yet heard anything other than my men working together to get into their positions and then the signal for them to attack.
After that, did they all turn off their radios as they knew I didn't want to be traced back through them, nor did I have any interest in hearing the citizens of this town scream through such a simple little device. If I want to hear people scream they have to be in the same room as me, else the sound just isn't right.

Then suddenly does the fox return, her face white as chalk and her whole body trembling as she says: "Sir – you – you might – ehm – want to – ehm – turn on the TV, sir." And just the fact that she called me Sir twice has me antsy with angered concern. I grab my remote and press the button, causing for my personal flat screen to turn on.
Yet the sight that gets turned on is not one my angered nerves want to see as I actually come face to face with the fox that took out 30 of my teams and the fox says: "Yes, Reolu Island is safe once more thanks to the Cooper Gang and their brilliant Plan. Eduardo Gorilo is definitely strong, but he relies on his teams as well.
Because of that, did Bentley device a plan where he constantly lured Gorilo to send more and more of his men after the Coopers not knowing that the Coopers had the advantage once out of Reolu and that they could easily be ambushed. After all, you don't become a Master Thief if you don't have an arsenal of tricks up your sleeve."

And while the fox laughs as she says this do I shout in fury, feeling angered mostly with myself for not realizing what had been happening this entire time and I throw the remote control at the flatscreen, only for it to be caught by something invisible only a few inches away from hitting the screen, shocking me.
I look at what is holding the device in the middle of the air and then hear a voice that makes the rage within me shoot up even more as it says: "Sorry, but I rather keep such a valuable little device. Will be nice once we get back to our own hideout, after all." And with that does a being step away from the shadows cast by the TV's lighting.
Grey-furred, brown eyed, a blue cap on his head, his leg still bandaged, but his hand covered in bandages as if they're a glove, his shirt fresh and clean and his whole stance proving that he is back to full strength. Sly Cooper pockets the remote control in his hip pouch as he walks over to where I am standing in front of my throne.

"You dare to come again? After the incredible power I showed you last time? You really have that much nerve?" I shout at him, but while Cooper calmly wipes some of the spit I threw in his face out of the fur on his cheeks, does he turn his gaze back to me and say: "The only power I felt then was that of your men.
And now – you're about to feel mine." But while I smash my fists together, more than ready to fight this mongrel into the next millennia, does Cooper just keep his gaze on me, his arms besides him and his face a mask of tranquility, which does nothing to anger I feel at seeing him and I shout: "What are you waiting for, you skunk!"
But this seems to be exactly what Cooper expected as he smirks and says: "What I'm waiting for? Loyalty, nothing much." And while his cryptic words anger me, do I shout: "Your father made me lose my job! It disgraced and dishonored me! I had to leave the country! You will pay for what your family did to me, Cooper!"

And with that do I lunge for the Raccoon, only for someone else to suddenly grab the back of my shirt while I am in midair and when I turn my face am I shocked to see the Pink Hippo standing in the shadow of my throne, his fist tightly wrapped around my shirt and his face a smirk of victory as he lifts me higher.
"Like I said, I was waiting for loyalty. The loyalty of my friends as they swore I would not need to lift a finger against you. You hurt me and they want revenge." Cooper then says and with that, does he nod at the Hippo and smirk at me before turning around and walking away, making me turn to my secretary and shout:
"STOP HIM!" But then the secretary moves further into the room and I am shocked when I see the glazed look in her eyes as she has the actual Koala sidekick that works for Cooper held onto her shoulders, while his hands are on the front and back of her head, actually controlling the mind of my most loyal follower.

"No one will hurt our friend. We will not allow it." The Koala then says, his native tongue making it so I can barely understand his sentences and with that, do I remember earlier thoughts and I shout: "YOU'RE A COWARD, COOPER! YOU CAN'T EVEN FACE ME BY YOURSELF! YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT YOUR FRIENDS!"
But while Cooper stops at the doorway to my room, does he only raise his eyebrow as he turns his face my way and ask: "And that's a bad thing?" Shocking me to the core while the Hippo holding me smirks and the Raccoon says: "He's all yours, gorgeous." And while he walks through the door, does he pass someone.

Someone who I just saw on the TV, someone who smiles and nods at him before she walks through the door and who walks over to me with her hands in her hips as she says: "Eduardo Gorilo, allow me to introduce myself. I am Carmelita Montoya Fox. The Cop who will arrest you and the Secondary Leader of the Cooper Gang."
And with those last seven words do I release a shout of disbelieving fury as I already know that the Woman before me can get away with associating with the Cooper Gang while stationed at Kaine Island and while I do this, do I barely even notice how the other members of the Cooper Gang all come to surround me.
The turtle in his wheelchair, who's face is a mask of fury that equals the anger I feel in my heart, the little female mouse who is dangerously swirling a few remote controls in her hands, the Panda that actually killed Cooper's parents and the Iguana that walks over as if he's about to dance on my very grave or something.
This together with the Koala that knocks out my secretary and then hobbles over to join his team and the Pink Hippo that is still holding me up high enough my toes can only graze but not really touch the floor under me makes my anger evaporate and makes the fear I must have induced into Cooper earlier this week enter my own heart.

And the end!
WHAT? I know what you're thinking! Why am I not describing how Gorilo – which is Esperanto for Gorilla by the way – gets beaten to a pulp? I'm bad at writing violent scenes; fighting scenes, war scenes, battle scenes, the whole array of scenes, I'm just not good with them. Anyone who reads my stories knows this.
Now, next chapter will explain why Sly was even there and will have a few other things in them, one of them the Gang discussing what they will be doing next and I'm sure that anyone who has read this story already knows what I am planning. It's in the title really. There might, also, be an epilogue, but I am not sure yet.
Anyway, enjoy,

Venquine1990