AN Hello my wonderful readers, and welcome to the second part of Chapter 2 of my fan fiction. Now Mole, as promised, Terry will indeed appear in this chapter. As I mentioned before, this is my non cannon back story, the events of the three months after Thieves in Time. As previously mentioned, this part will be from multiple P.O.V.s. Also, I have found a bit of music that I wish to consider a bit of a theme song, Chosen One from Shadow the Hedgehog. I am not sure of who originally wrote the song, but I do not claim to own the song, Sly Cooper, or any Ocs who are not my own. And without further a due, part 2. (Note, all events unless otherwise stated end at 11pm)

Sly 5:

Return of the Thevious Raccoonus

Ch2 History

A Dark and Stormy Night pt2

The Calm Before the Storm pt2

(Chief Barkley's P.O.V.) "Oh my aching head. Today was even more of a headache then yesterday. Where did I put my cigars and scotch?" I ponder to myself. At the age of 55, many would think I was just a pencil pusher of a boss as head of the Interpol Paris branch. But as all of my employes knew, I was no desk monkey. Frequently, I would head out into the field to track down criminals, merely as a way to exercise. My name was feared by many criminal syndicates almost as much as two of my former employes. It had been sad to see Carm go, but we had our reasons. She had finally realized that she had fallen for Cooper. "Took her long enough." I mused as I poured my Clan MacGregor. "Cooper certainly had for her" I thought as I reminisced a bout the previous few years. During his stay here at Interpol, we got to know each other. Indeed, I was partly responsible for his job here. I had always viewed Carmelita as my own daughter after her parents died, and I did the same with Cooper. I was the only one that knew the truth behind his 'amnesia' besides himself. He told me the reason on day one and we became the best of friends. I had known his father back in his day and had been friends on opposite ends. Sly reminded me so much of him. I helped him out during his three year employment with us as his relationship with Carm blossomed. Then came the Le Paradox affair. Ooh boy, was Carm pissed when she radioed in. Glad she called me or else others would have fled in terror. I knew he would be there because he had told me about the Thevious Raccoonus and what was happening to it. Should I have taken Carm of duty that night? Maybe, but I couldn't due to suspicions that might have been raised. When the blimp crashed to earth after the battle with Le Paradox, both Carm and myself were heart broken. When we left the scene, she wailed for hours on end. Me, I went to my bar and downed a bottle of MacGregor during the wait for here to leave her sound proof office. I was afraid to discover that she had hung herself when I entered the room the next day. I was amazed to see he talking to the most wanted turtle on the planet. Needless to say, he looked like he had just been shot. We stood their for about a minute before he reached for his tranquilizer darts. Carm stopped him as I revealed what I knew. If Bentley had looked shocked earlier, he was dumbstruck by this. I eventually learned the reason for his visit. He told me that he believed that Sly was not dead, but either flung into the past, or somewhere random in the world. He Carm told me that she wished to help the Cooper gang in their search. I agreed. I arranged for several 'off days' over the next few months (AN I believe the final events of Sly 4 to be at least 2 months after the final fight) to assist her This went on for three months. Then a few people became suspicious of her activity as she was sighted in the same places as several members of the Cooper Gang without any assignment. Needless to say, this could have been as damning as the infamous Neyla incident. So, Bentley, Carmelita, and myself formulated a plan to remove her from their eyes. Knowing that retirement was to suspicious, we arranged for a forced retirement. The annual Cooper Is Gone party was soon to be held, marking four years of his "disappearance". Of course. We all knew he was a member of Interpol, but all bought into the story of his amnesia. We 'arranged' for several of her 'lesser liked coworkers' (see stalkers) to get drunk and run into her. She then broke them like twigs. She was then 'regrettably fired. She then joined forces with the Cooper Gang, to hunt for Sly. I helped her however I could along the way. She would still show up for visits and update me on the search. Indeed, she was due back from Osaka in the morning. Glancing at the clock, I realized that I should go to sleep, as it was almost eleven. One of the few thing I hate about Paris, all the lights. It is nearly impossible to sleep because of them. All thoughts of sleep were dashed when all of Paris was grasped in the heart of darkness.

Carmelita's P.O.V.: "If only Ringtail could see me now", I muttered under my breath. "He would be in for the shock of his life. Me the woman who has chase and hunted him across five continents, one of the most devout advocates of the law, now the leader of his band of merry outlaws. I might need my shock pistol just to bring him back to his senses." It was a rather interesting turn of events. But I had finally admitted to my feelings for him on that blimp five months ago. I had fallen in love with the most wanted raccoon on earth. I wonder what my parents and his would have thought. Then again, both sides had an interesting turn of events on that. Turns out that my dear mother was once an associate of Sly's father, a jewel thief that had aided him on several heists in Spain. It was a shocker when I found that out going through the older records of Interpol. Maybe that was why I could keep up with Sly on all of our chases, I did have a little bit of thieves blood in my veins. And in a more interesting twist of fate, I had uncovered why Sly and Chief Barkley had gotten along so well. Sly's mother had been his partner when he was still assigned to the previous Cooper's case. We both had our turnabouts in the family lines. But it was all in the past. I was no longer the Inspector known round the globe as the 'Latino A-bomb' (when I find who coined that moniker, Madre Dios, he will regret the day he was born). That much was apparent by my company aboard this little ship of ours. My outfit was almost completely different from my attire back when I was an Inspector.. I had kept the jacket as it was a part of me, just as Sly's hat and cane. Instead, I wore a red gymnast's outfit with soft soled combat boots. This was topped of with my jacket, and on my face was a mask much like Cooper's, but instead of black, it was white as snow. One would think this would hinder my when it came to stealth, but Bentley had been a busy little turtle. The entire outfit was made out of a 'chameleon fabric' that could change its color or pattern on a whim with a discreet microphone. I would simply turn it on, mutter in the color, and in seconds, I could be cloaked in darkness or hidden among the walls of a building using a few micro cams on the materiel. It was one of Bentley's best creations since the time machine. "Sly sure will be amazed when we find him", I thought. I had amassed a track record of my own, ever since my debut three months ago. Barkley, had been very helpful, destroying or altering certain records to completely cover my tracks. He was the perfect inside man, as he was also in charge of internal investigations! But it would be for naught if we couldn't find Sly. The closet we had come was a note in the Thevious Racconus that I had noticed in my studies of it. The whole Gang figured that since I was effectively the current Cooper, I would need to know the book inside out. Back in the days of Slytunkhamen Cooper II, he had noted a strange object falling from the sky. We had gone back on our fourth trip through time, but had found only a few traces of the fight. Several other bits had also turned up throughout the time line, but none looked so promising. Our most recent trip to Osaka was for a artifact that might have come into contact with Sly, given that some of Bentley's instruments had detect a temporal anomaly coming of the item. But it was just a bit wreckage from El Jeffe's army's back in feudal Japan. We had not given up hope yet though. A few minutes latter, we docked at our underground harbor in Paris. It would be another trip gone. But then, all of Bentley's instruments peaked. It was screaming to the world that a temporal anomaly was occurring. Only one thing produced this reading. Someone was time traveling. As we rushed out side the secret harbor, we saw the City of Lights, now a city wrapped in the heart of darkness. "What is coming here? And how? None of the time machines we have seen cause this." These thoughts rushed through my mind as we rushed onwards to the storm.

The Revenge Seeker's P.O.V. "Terry, have you any news to report?" I asked my most trusted henchman. He was a oddity of science in this world. He was a 6'6 Terror Bird, a beast dead since the Ice Age. Locked away inside a block of ice for over 60 million years, he was brought back to the world of the living through an experiment gone awry. In his time, he was a dictator, smarter than any other being. In our world, his intelligence was not wasted. In under a week, he had mastered numerous methods of hacking, sabotage, martial arts, and weaponry. The only oddity of him was his fascination with all forms of music. He found that it allowed better coordination of of his fighting styles and I agreed. " No mistress Penelope, my most recent journey has not yielded any more information than we already know.", he replied with his deep, almost Russian accent. " It's alright, Terry. If we can't find him, then that blasted Cooper Gang can't either. Now if you must excuse me, I have a project that needs my attention." I turned away to my most secure lab. "Yes mistress. Do you wish for me to continue the search on my own?" I mulled the thought over. " No Terry, stay here until I have a new mission for you." He turned away to his room in the lair. "I'm glad I soundproofed it," I thought." He may have some good musical tastes, but when he comes around to his metal collection, it gives me a migraine. Could be worse though. He could have had a love of rap. Ugh. I walked through the corridors of the lair, thinking over what had lead up to this day. When the Cooper Gang approached me three years ago, I leapt at the chance to join them. I had lied about only working for the best. I just needed a reason for my disappearance. Truth be told, I did have a minor crush on Sly, but Bentley was the true love of my life. I stopped myself from the memory, the reason for my following of the path of blood. The reason I must kill Sly Cooper. I have several plans in place, such as the one I am currently working on. The DNA samples I had obtained were invaluable to this project. She would be my last resort. And her frame was coming along nicely. I just hope it will never come to using Project RAPTOR. But I have noting more to do here but to merely watch the work. I headed over to my room next, a rather palatial suite. I headed to my laptop and fired up Thiefnet. I contacted one of my friends, a crazy octopus over in Tokyo. One of her chief RnD men had stolen one of his works and gone rouge. She needed several tons of resources and a few dozen of my Robo Hawks to try and hunt him. I told her that a shipment would be on the way soon, and a few grunt bots as well. I had decided that robotic henchmen were a better choice, being harder to fight and easier to acquire then regular henchmen. It also helps that they can't form a labor union or complain about suicide missions. I sent a notice over to the men and they got ready to get Li-chan's shipment ready. I thought about either heading over to the firing range to test out one of my newest weapons or continue trying to figure out who the newest member of the blasted Cooper Gang was. It was the biggest problem that I had faced in this entire operation. I had no records of her existing, no identity, and my only suspicion was far to preposterous. As I mulled over these thoughts, the main operations room buzzed me. "Yes?", I replied in a slightly annoyed tone. "Mistress, several of the sensors are receiving unusual readings.' It was one of my robots (imagine them talking like Soundwave from the original Transformers cartoon). "Which one is it?" None of the sensors acted up without reason." Temporal anomaly reader." It was one of my most important sensors of all, the rallying call of my reason for being here, the battle cry of my vengeance. "Is it reading past the level for normal activities?" "No mistress, but it is slowly rising in intensity." That was curious. "I'll be right up then." After a few minutes by monorail to save time, I arrived at the main control room. Hundreds of plasma monitors lined the walls, each detailing a separate theater of operations. I immediately headed over to the necessary monitor. "Where is it at?" I then noticed the highlighted area. "Paris? But these readings are to weak to show up from that far?" None the less, it was there, and increasing steadily. I must find the cause. "How long till this becomes a full anomaly occurs?" The mechanical goon sat for a second and replied back, " Three hours and forty-eight minutes until event reaches maximum readings. It will take two hours and forty-eight minutes for a fully loaded orbital insertion team to prepare, launch, and reach the target zone, mistress. Do you wish for me to prepare the teams and your gear?". I would need to make a note of this machines AI, as I was currently testing several types, and this one seemed the most promising so far. "Yes, M9 Gerns. Get a team ready and alert Terry. I think I will need him. I rushed of to my personal armory, getting my OD gear ready for a rapid strike. A few minutes later, I can out to find Terry waiting for me, weapons locked into the armor of the suit he wore. In another few minutes we were locked into the crash couches of the orbital insertion ship that we had boarded. It was necessary to take the Gs we would receive when the mass driver fired the SSTO unit we were in. The robots didn't need them and were merely locked into place. We braced ourselves for the launch. Note to self, sell this design to the major space agencies, this is a massive improvement (just because she is evil, doesn't mean she can't support a few good causes). The ship quickly reached escape velocity, soaring out of the atmosphere of the blue marble that is our home. The on board thruster quickly adjusted our heading north to Paris. About two and a half hours later, we re-entered the earth's atmosphere, coming in like a shooting star to avoid detection. We arrived a kilometer outside Paris, and rapidly deployed out of the drop ship. It headed off, waiting to be recalled to pick us back up. I had about a hundred grunts with me, along with Terry and my own self. A fair sized force, if I do say so myself. I checked my instruments and was shocked when the readings suddenly spiked. Within mere seconds, the readings were off the charts. "Only one thing can cause this reading," I told Terry. "Time travel mistress." I nodded in agreement. As I turned to tell the grunts to head out, I stopped as all of Paris was suddenly being cloaked in darkness born of the blackness of space.

Third Person P.O.V. This was the view of all the major parties involved. They all were on the scene of the most crucial event of the tale so far, the Anomaly. But unbeknownst to them all, a fourth person watched over this, hoping that its choices would set right the past, correct the present, and save the future.

The tales of the past have have been told.

Now the tale of the present must

rush forwards to fill the

void that is now.

Time rushes

onwards

to be.

AN Alrighty then ladies and gents, Part two of Chapter Two is finished! Mole, I hope you like how I have portrayed Terry here. But a few things must be addressed. One: The Li-chan mentioned here is an OC I have based of a writer on by the same name, with her permission. Two: I'm a bit of a nut when it comes to mecha, and there will be several references throughout the Fic. Indeed, there is even one here in this chapter. Whoever finds the reference first will be noted in the next chapter. It could be a name, a character, or even just a general description. I will make this one easy on you with a clue though. It is in the Penelope section. Also, the mass driver comes from Ace Combat 5, and is not what you are looking for. This is Fanus Obscurus, signing off once more.