Chapter Three people! So we're moving right along then. However, the thing is, I go back to school tomorrow, and I have to update Spiceberry and A New Face Volume II. But I'll still work on this one. This one can be updated quickly because it doesn't require watching walkthroughs as much.
This chapter is for SerenityColtheart, my newest reviewer. She made my day what she said about my character!
Your POV:
The next day (after spending the night on the couch), Bentley went over the briefings with you, Sly, and Murray.
Munching on an apple, you sit down in a chair, though mindful of your tail this time. It's so long, dear god, it goes past your ankles! And it hurts if even just a bit pressure is applied to it. So yeah, Murray's foot hurt. A lot.
"Question," You start after swallowing. "What's the interest with these blueprints? And what about the security?"
"This mission serves two purposes: see if you could handle being a thief and to see the plans of our target, the museum." Bentley explained, typing away at his laptop.
"Bentley, that doesn't answer my question. What's in the museum? Is it some valuable artifact or something?"
Bentley's quiet at first and Sly and Murray both look a bit weary. "We're going after artifacts called Clockwerk Parts."
"Clockwerk?" You immediately stood up. "As in big robotic owl thing?" You asked, flapping your arms like wings. You thought they had destroyed Clockwerk in the first game-and the final levels in that game were bitches! Especially the final boss. After all that shouting, cussing, and throwing the controller at the wall numerous times and eventually have to go out and buy a new was all for nothing!
"You know who Clockwerk is?" Bentley asked.
Bentley's POV:
How does she know who Clockwerk is? Frankly, you're suspicious of this girl. She's hiding something. In fact, it looks like she's straight-out lying to you about…well, everything. She just looks like she's wearing a mask and she's faking her personality to get in league with you and your friends and then…do what? Now that you've gotten a better look at her, she's defiantly still a teenager and too young to be working with Interpol. But if she's not a cop, then what is she? Who is she? And what does she want?
She nodded in response. "Clockwerk's more famous than you think. His story and hatred for Sly's family is oral tradition in mine. When I was little, I thought it was just a story. Obviously, I was wrong."
"So then, I don't need to explain to you the importance of destroying them?"
She shakes her head. "Clockwerk isn't just a menace to the Cooper clan-he's a menace to the whole world. So, what about these blueprints?"
"We need to get a layout of the museum to see where the Clockwerk Parts are and I need to figure out the most efficient way to get in, get the parts, and get out."
She nodded again.
Murray's POV:
Cerlie's so nice, you feel so bad for her. Her parents would never let her do what she wanted with her life, and maybe that's why she wants to be a thief; maybe she wants true freedom. And like Sly said, it'd be a great way to get back at her parents.
"So, what's first?" She asked.
"First, I need to shut down the security around the main office, where the blueprints are kept. Murray and Sly need to stand guard and take out anybody who could expose us. Then, Cerlie you need to find the security code to the safe and get what we need."
She raises an eyebrow. "Sly's the master thief, can't he just crack the safe for us?"
"You forget-this mission is a test for you."
She shrugged and went for another apple. Maybe she needs to be cheered up, and that's why she's so business-like. "Hey Cerlie," You ask. "Do you wanna play something?"
She smiled. "What games you got?"
Your POV:
"Uh, we got tons of great games, like Grand Theft Auto."
You nodded. "Sounds good." This is just like with your friends. Sly represents Raphael, Murray represents Michael, and Bentley represents Patrick. Maybe that's why you're in the Sly Cooper universe instead of Ratchet and Clank; it'd be more familiar and comfortable to you. Your subconscious does good work. Speaking of Sly, you look over to the raccoon. "Sly, you've been quiet."
He smirked. "Just wondering about whether or not you can handle the upcoming mission. We leave as soon as it gets late."
"So that's why you're all comatose during the day. Oh well, I'm nocturnal when there's no school. I'll get used to it."
"You seem so adaptive."
You return his smirk, "I know right, it's one of my many charming characteristics, as you'll soon discover what a wonderful person I am." You're about to make their lives much more exciting.
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Murray was some real competition in Grand Theft Auto and in Halo; you only beat him half the times you played him. Sly gave you some money so you can go out and buy things like a toothbrush and a hairbrush and stuff like that. When you got back, everyone was loading up the van. It was going to be a hell of a drive from Paris to Cairo though. The van had blankets and pillows.
You yawn. It's after ten at night. "So how long is it going to be before we reach Cairo?" You asked.
"Past your bedtime Cerrie?" Sly asked with his usual amused grin.
"My name is Cerlie," You corrected. "And actually, yes it is. I should be sleeping since like four hours ago. I need an energy drink." You sighed, climbing into the front. You need to stretch your legs. "But once I get through the first night, it won't be so bad."
"Yeah, you say that now."
"You sound so confident in me." You said with a roll of your eyes, placing your feet on the dashboard.
"Just like Bentley is in me."
Sly really is like Raphael-sarcastic, annoying, and overly confident to the point of being egotistic. Now that you really think about it, comparing them to the Sly Cooper characters, your friends aren't all that much to be proud of. They've all got good points, but the bad outweighs the good. But they're still your friends. And they've got something that can't be replaced: true loyalty.
As you were growing up, you were different. You were naïve, gullible, and too trusting. You trusted the wrong people who used you and threw you away once they were done with you. They said awful things about you behind your back that still sting today. But not your real friends. No, they would never say anything bad about you-well, they wouldn't say anything good either-they'd keep their mouths shut about you. And that's better than them saying bad things about you when you're not around to defend yourself.
This is why you're so thankful you don't have to trust these guys.
You stare out the window, thinking about what they're doing. Maybe they're worried about you since you haven't messaged them yet. Or maybe they think you're playing Ratchet and Clank. Either one. As long as they don't know you're unconscious. And stay away from wherever you are. You do not trust Michael with markers when you're passed out.
You groan. "Are we there yet?" You whine.
"Not even close." Bentley said, typing away on his laptop. It makes you jealous; you wish you had your Netbook, but it's most likely been destroyed. The thought of losing one of your babies depresses you greatly.
You let out another groan, and start rummaging around for something to play with. "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die of boredom."
"Oh, stop being so dramatic!"
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It's been days, almost a week now with the occasional stop, and now you're finally in Cairo. Murray parks the van, and you guys start to unpack. It's not like you brought much; you're not staying that long. Just long enough to get the blueprints, pull off the heist, and get back to Paris to destroy the Clockwerk Parts. It's simplistic and easy. Get in, get out, get home, and for you, get in, get out, and wake up.
You sit in a chair that was there before you arrived. "So when can we get started?" You asked, eager to prove yourself. Which was strange considering the fact that nothing is really happening.
"As soon as night falls." Bentley answered, setting up his computer.
"Well then, I'm happy I look good in black." You said. Your fur was light colored, but if you were longer sleeves, it would help.
You still have a while to go, and you look around for reading material. You're not addicted to technology; you can deal without it for a while. You don't need to be plugged into something every second of the day unlike your stupid older cousin.
But right now, with nothing to do, a game console would be nice. You left it in the hideout back in Paris, since you're not going to be staying in Cairo for more than a few days. You're bored. You want night to fall already so you can prove yourself to the Cooper gang.
"Hey Cerlie," Murray asks, getting your attention. "I got a question; you got any siblings?"
You raise an eyebrow. That kind of came a bit out of left field, but it was an innocent question nonetheless. "Yeah, I have an older sister, Arianna. She's in college right now, so I don't see her that much."
"Wow that kinda sucks."
You shrug. "It's really no big deal. The only thing Arianna and I have in common is video games. She's too hyperactive and annoying." You never understood where she got that attention from. Did she take caffeine pills or drink like three monsters a day? But no matter what, she was always moving, and she moved fast. She wasn't like you; you actually knew how to stand still. That, and when it comes people, you always said exactly what was on your mind. Arianna would keep quiet and play nice.
Murray seems a bit surprised at your answer which makes sense to you, because as far as you know, all members of the Cooper gang are only children and orphans. Biological family must be a foreign concept to them.
Murray suddenly looks awkward, as if he asked you too personal of a question. "Murray, it's fine. Really, don't act you're suddenly scared of me." He offers you a small smile in return. Murray seems like a nice guy. Bentley doesn't trust you, and Sly just seems obnoxious.
"Bentley," You start. "I'm bored. Isn't there something I can do?"
Bentley shakes his head. "Though I am curious; do you have any particular talents?"
Again, there are the out-of-left-field questions; are they ganging up on you to try to find out more about you? Bentley must've convinced them to do it. That would explain the guilty look on Murray's face. "Hm." You're awesome at video games and you're technically gifted, but you know they've got that covered. "What do you mean?"
"I mean anything that could be useful at any point at all."
"I'm in decent physical shape, and I'm talented at archery."
Archery wasn't even met to be a hobby of yours. You just took it up. It was after the archery segment in gym class; you enjoyed it, and you asked your parents to sign you up for a class. Deciding it would be a good way to get you out of the house and to help you make some friends, they signed you up. You got better as the years went by. Of course, you first took that class when you were 13, and you're almost 18 now.
"Archery?" Bentley seems to be pondering something. "Being able to use a weapon from a long distance will defiantly come in handy. How long have you been using the bow and arrow?"
"Five years." You said with a proud smirk. "But I don't have my quiver, arrows, or bow with me. I left them at home; too much luggage."
"We can order you a set off of ThiefNet. I want to see your skills in action."
ThiefNet? The only "net" website you ever went on was . It must have like thief supplies on it or something, from the way Bentley spoke of it. "That would be wonderful. I do like showing off."
"That sounds familiar, somehow." Bentley said, looking at Sly.
This is the sister story to Born This Way. The Arianna Cerlie talks about is the Arianna/Kiari in Born This Way. You don't have to read it, but I recommend it. This connection will play a key role in the crossover story.
Also, I want a vote. I'm not sure whether or not to make this story Sly/You, Bentley/You, or Murray/You. Vote for your favorite. I'm leaning towards Sly/You. I'll try and put up a poll on my profile.
So that's the update for today. I'll update again soon, since it's the weekend, or I'll update Born This Way.
See you soon!
~Mimi