DM149: Good God this has been a long time comin.

The gang was settled around the safe house ready to listen to Bentley's rushed presentation.

All of a sudden, the green crippled turtle himself came up to the front of the room, hyperventilating like he had just rolled himself across the country and back.

"(gasp) Ok (gasp) Ok guys.(gasp)" the turtle barely got out between breaths. "Bentley, calm down." Penelope said, handing him his inhaler. He took a hit from it and took a few deep breaths before continuing.

"(gasp) Thank You Penelope." He said. "Ok, Now as you may know. We have a problem. A big one." Everyone usually wouldn't listen in if Bentley had said this because he usually considered being out of Tylenol to be a big problem, but these were strange times they all lived in. "As you hopefully remember, I showed you a map of the city a few days ago, correct?" A map of the area with the same areas of blue and red except for one area that was now green along with an enlargened original green area.

"I have finally found out what these green areas are. Sly was infected with a virus known as the Solonam virus. In that operation on him, the army had hoped to contain the virus to him but unfortunately…" Bentley paused and switched the projection image. Everyone gasped.

On the screen were two images, one was a dog that was bloodied up in spots, most of its fur had fallen off, it's eyes were covered with Solonam goo similar to Sly's, its back had patches of the goo that donned porcupine-like spikes to it. Its mouth was open and menacing in a frozen roar, drool dripping from its jagged maw. Its legs and arms had increased muscular structure and its hands sported razor bone-sharp claws.

Then next image was even worse. It was a bull, bloodied and scarred just as the smaller image next to it; the Solonam patches still layered its eyes and body in random places. It had a pose on two legs as if it was roaring but its mouth was not there. Instead, its snout and lower half of it's mouth were torn apart as an elongated tongue as well as four different slobber covered tentacles seemed to be in a frozen flail from it's mouth.

The group could barely look at those things; Carmelita almost gagged but swallowed it down before asking. "Good God! What ARE those things?!"She asked disgustedly.

"These..." Bentley began motioning at the beings on the screen. "are the infected. These two are the only two known types thank god. The first one right here is known commonly as a hunter for its agile and animalistic tendencies while hunting. People who are around the size of almost anyone in this room, when infected they will become one of these. The second one here is known as a Titan. Someone like the Panda King and maybe Murray would become one of these monstrosities. They're muscles have at least doubled in size making them near giants, and they use these tentacles to either swallow their victims whole or pick off parts from a dead body." Everyone visibly sickened from that comment.

"There IS one final class of infected though." Bentley said. Everyone braced themselves for what horrible image would show up next. "This one is named the Hybrid." He hit the switch and everyone expected a horrible, blood soaked portrait of a horrifying deformed beast. Instead it appeared to be regular gray furred raccoon in jeans, a dark brown leather jacket, a dark blue hoodie, and a black t-shirt.

The image suddenly was recognized by Carmelita. "That's Sly!" she said. All gave a murmur of realization to her statement. "You're absolutely right Inspector." Bentley confirmed. "Sly's class of infected is known as the Hybrids for their ability to shape-shift into supreme weapons with the most devastating abilities but still retain a human appearance and personality, if not more aggressive."

"Exactly what can Cooper do?" Panda King asked. "Well a more logical question is what cant he do?!" Bentley shouted. "He can create claws and swords on his arms out of nowhere, he can run 50 mph for 50 miles without breaking a sweat, and he can leap of the tallest skyscraper in Paris and land on a tank without a scratch on him, he could have an airline drop on him and he would still be able to lift it off of him! He IS the ultimate weapon." Bentley ranted on.

Everyone had a distraught look on their face especially Murray who was having trouble accepting the fact that his old friend was at least 5 times stronger than he could ever be. "Luckily, he's not against us." Bentley continued in a softer tone. "He is still the Sly we used to know and love, to quote an old cliché. He doesn't want to hurt us, and we don't have to hurt him. All we have to do is find out a way to help him fight the infection so we can get him back to our side."

Some people smiled knowing that Sly was still Sly. Even Carmelita (No ESPECIALLY Carmelita) took consent in that fact. "But there is something else I'm worried about." Bentley said, catching everybody's attention. "What's that?" Carm asked her smile fading.

"Why would the army give Sly's infection type a class name… if they weren't planning on making more?"

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The room was almost completely black except for a weak light bulb on a hanging lamp from the ceiling. In this room, a bear in a general's army uniform read over a file, stopping occasionally to gaze at the blackened out figure on the opposite side of the table.

"So you say you have some history with Cooper. Is that correct?" he said in a low serious voice.

"That is correct." A feminine voice said from the other side, sounding almost amused by the question.

"Negative history I assume." He asked the figure.

"Assuming makes an ass out of u and me." The figure said casually. "But yes."

The general glared. "Now we need Cooper of the street and you want him dead. If you go through with this operation, it will be extremely painful. But you will get what you want."

"Just give me the stuff, point me in Cooper's direction…" the figure stood and leaned across the table, revealing her face as the pink tigress Neyla. "…and you have got a deal."

DM149: God don't you just love plot twists.

Sly: …..NO! I took comfort in being able to kill anyone with ease, now I gotta kill Neyla?

DM149: Yep and she is going to have the exact same powers as you. You know what to do people. The button below this sentence has an itch; could you scratch it for him?