Authors Preface

This is my second fan fiction piece although this is the first one i have published. When i first found out about Sly Cooper, i was working on a crossover piece, originally he was just to make up the numbers. But as i realised how good the series was, he deserves his own sequel. And what better place to find out about him then in Paris! I only saw a walkthrough on youtube as i was on holiday. Halfway through the walkthrough i started a sequel, not knowing the tragic ending. It was going to be about Sly's son, but as i completed the walkthrough, i knew that idea would definitely not work as a sequel, maybe as a sixth game. I was so overcome by the ending i began planning it in a tiny bedroom at 11:30pm 26th June 2013 at night after i finished watching the ending. Crying is only one of several emotions i went through after watching it. Once i got home from Paris i instantly went searching for the game and have completed that as well, now as well as the other games.

It was a tumultuous experience making this fanfic, nevertheless i enjoyed it tremendously and if you can even match and minuscule fraction of that feeling when reading it, then it is a success.

Enjoy,

Olirulz111

Sly Cooper 5: Thieves out of Everyone.

Prologue

Melbourne, Australia, 10:43pm 26th December 1999.

It was nighttime in the city of Melbourne Australia, the partygoers and clubbers were out in full swing. Nightclubs and bars were open and teeming with patrons who were either drunk or pretending not to be. It was the 26th December 1999 in Australia and me and my 15-year-old buddies; Bentley and Murray were on the final leg of our globetrotting journey, ever since we got out of school, we have been traveling the world. The proceeds that I had earned, or if you prefer stole, funded our activities. We were visiting Melbourne before going to Sydney to watch the millennium fireworks. We were relatively unknown in terms of a reputation but our exploits have become known to those who intend to rid the world of such people. The local gangs are easy to find for me. I just know the time and place for where to get the loot and have the ability to pull it off. Bentley was using some of the proceeds to build nifty gadgets to help us out, and Murray was looking at all of the cars in all the cities, how they drive, and the laneways. All of which would help out later when he gets to drive us around. But the only thing on our minds then is the huge line for this big club; the line goes around the block. We walked up to the entrance to have a look inside, we hear some electronic music thumping out of the entrance. Bouncers guard the entrance, checking ID's and scanning VIP cards. I knew that this would be the place where criminal activity goes down.

Bentley wasn't too keen on entering the club, it's way too noisy and he'd be pushed around too much. But if we wanted to get inside, it wouldn't be through the front door. It was going to be from the top. We walked along and looked at the faces of the people waiting in line. All excited for the night out. For us, it was only the beginning of what going to be a whirlwind tour of the city. We walked up to the adjacent building and Bentley got to work with his new lock-picking device. Sure enough, it unlocked which allowed Murray and Bentley easy access to the top. I took the route less travelled, more like never travelled. I climbed up a drainpipe that ran along the face of the building. The ledge that overhung the top of the building is easy enough to get past. By the time I got onto the top, a door opened on the top of the building, revealing Bentley and Murray. That was the fourth time in a row I've beaten them to the top. I must have been in great climbing shape. But competition aside, we could all see the skylight that allows us to peak into the clubs interior. We walked slowly through the light to see if anyone is inside. No one was there so I opened up the skylight but as I was about to climb in I heard footsteps so I rush back out and shut the light carefully as to not attract attention. We all crowded around the light to see who is inside. What we saw looks like a scene out of a mafia movie. Two gangsters with briefcases of money or worse, each negotiating a deal. I could only wish to hear what was going on inside. Luckily for me, Bentley, like he always does, had a gadget for the occasion. A listening that device that can amplify the sound of conversations by pointing a loudspeaker device at the person you want to hear. I turned it on and pointed it down at the table they were seated at. What we could see is an 8-person table with gangsters seated in chairs surrounding it. One of them holds briefcases, which could mean money, gold or worse. The only exit was out of the door they entered, which was behind the door of the second gangster who looks like he came alone. He was a wallaby who is about the same age as the other gangster and dons a pinstripe suit also.

"I've heard of this guy you keep on ranting about all day in your office. You say how he's so quick and agile and never touches the ground before he gets to the destination. Does this guy even have a name?" the first gangster asks. He is a wombat who looks like he's in his late 30's and is also wearing a pinstripe suit.

"Look, he's just much better than everyone else, delivers those packages in record times, I've never seen anyone navigate their way so fast." Replied the other gangster. I wondered if they were talking about me for a second.

"That's why I'm here, These cases are full of $100 bills, so you hand me over your guy, and I hand over the cases." The first gangster said.

"I don't know about it, he's been with us for a while now and don't want to let him go."

"Does that not convince you? How about I make you an over you can't refuse."

"Your not going to do that, I won't hand him over, your offer is tempting but I must leave now."

"Not so fast there." I saw the wombat draw a huge pistol at his head. This is the first time I've seen something as raw and real as this. It makes Bentley and Murray turn away. I continued to watch and listen.

"Come on, you ain't going to fire that anyway, do you know whats going to happen if you do? All this just for one guy?" The wallaby asked.

"He's worth it." The wombat says as he cocked his gun, showing that he meant business. I began to have hesitations myself but I knew that in my line of work, death was an inevitable fact I had to face.

"I don't wanna watch." Bentley says while shuddering and cowering away from the skylight.

"Okay, okay, just give me the money and I'll tell you where he is." The wallaby says as he tries to get out of there.

"I'm afraid you've refused my offer, so here's a new one, you tell me where he lives, or you die in this room." The wombat threatens while pointing his gun at him.

"I don't know where he lives, I swear."

"That's unfortunate." The wombat gets out of his chair and shoots him in the leg, a loud screaming rings out from his mouth. I turn to check on Bentley but he is already hugging Murray while crying. I turn back to see him rolling around on the floor with blood draining from his knee. The wombat advances up to his face.

"Where is he?" he shouted.

"I don't know."

The threats stop as they heard the footsteps coming up from the stairs that lead into the room. I wonder who could be worth so much that it drives one man to rid the Earth of another.

"Run!" The wallaby screams with what seems to be his dying breath. It must be the guy they are talking about.

"Get him." The wombat shouts to his cronies. They all rushed out of the room, including the boss himself. He left the briefcases behind. I spot the opportunity I needed. I unraveled a rope from my backpack and gave it to Murray, he took the rope, knowing already what to do, as we had already perfected this technique on numerous occasions. Murray held the rope while I got into the room. I saw the dead man in a pool of his own blood, but I knew that I needed to be quick. I grabbed the cases and threw them up to Murray and placed my signature calling card that any aspiring thief needs on the table. I was just about to get onto the rope again to climb back up when frantic footsteps echoed up the stairwell. I hid in an empty wardrobe to the right of the exit where I couldn't be seen. I saw, through the opening in between the doors, Murray pulling up the rope and shuting the skylight, just as the wombat returned to find his briefcases. He looked like he's angrier than before.

"Where are my cases?" he shouted into the room. He walked over to where he spots the card and picked it up. Then he walked back over to the dead body of the other gangster and shows the card to the face of a man that couldn't see.

"Is this what you take me for?" he shouted in his general direction. He put the card in one jacket pocket and took out his gun from another. He proceeded to shoot him many times into the chest constantly until he ran out of ammo. As he was doing this, memories of my dad being murdered came flooding back, the inside of the wardrobe was the same to me, but whereas my dad put up a fight, that wombat did this to a dead body. After unnecessarily shooting him, the rage wore off a little bit as if he had shot his rage into the gangster. He got up in a tired and weary way, too weary for someone of his age.

"I hope this guy is worth it, he's cost me way too much tonight." He said to himself as he steps over the body and out of the room. I made sure he was completely gone before I stepped out of the wardrobe. The empty shell casings littered the ground around the body. I spoke as loudly to Murray as I could allow myself.

"Murray, get me out" I said to the skylight, Murray comes and drops down the rope and lifts me out, ending what was by far the most brutal murder I had ever seen.

"That was way too close." I said, relived that now I was out of that room.

"Is it over?" Bentley said from inside his shell.

"It's done." Murray replied, Bentley got out of his shell and opened up the cases.

"What's in the cases" I asked Bentley. Only one word exited Bentley's mouth.

"Enough." Enough what? Money? Gold? Poison to kill us?

"For what?" I asked again.

"Everything." Bentley replied in a way that alludes to the fact he set that previous word up. I took a look at the inside of the cases and what I saw was the best thing I could have hoped for. Stacks of neatly pressed $100 bills lined every square inch of the cases. It was our biggest payday, bigger than of all our previous heists combined, at least $2 million in cash.

"I've never seen so much money in real life before." I said in awe of what beheld my eyes. Bentley however was already planning on how to use the money, like he always did. He was always good at managing the proceeds of our thefts.

"We can do so much with this. I've already got an idea. We can use half to buy a place. Then we split the rest." Bentley explained to us.

"Finally I can get that van I've been looking at." Murray exclaimed, too eager to get on the road it seemed.

"And I can get some new parts for this new gadget I'm building. It's a computer but in a pair of binoculars. You'll love it once it's done." Bentley says, he doesn't usually reveal his projects to us but I knew it would be of great use to use someday once it's done. I try to join in on the takings.

"I'm going to… I don't know." My words failed me, I didn't have any plans of what to spend it on, I already had the things I needed, my cane, my outfit, my cunning and ability and most importantly, the two guys that are standing around the cases at that point in time.

"You never spend any money." Bentley casually rebuffed.

"I know, I'm just saving it for the right time." I said, usually I come up with something to stop them from pursuing me further, but it seemed like they know what it is now.

"Someone wants a girl." Bentley taunted. He's smart enough to know what's going on.

"You know that cop that chased after me when we were in India?" I began to explain to them.

"Seriously? She's an INTERPOL agent. You must know that you two don't mix." Bentley warned me.

"Yeah but…" as I said that Bentley pulled up her file on the laptop he brought.

"Look at her file, she's been with the police her whole life."

"Car-mel-it-a Fox? That's a weird name." I sounded out each syllable, I had never heard of such a name before, but it just suited her perfectly.

"She's bad news Sly. You need to stay away." Bentley warned again.

"I know." I assert to Bentley, but inside I knew that I was going to have a 'working' relationship with her. Maybe it will turn into something more.

On that night on that rooftop, many things happened at once that changed our lives. The theft itself won't go down in Cooper folklore as the best one I've done. But it did have a hefty payday, one which kickstarted many of the things we would take for granted, like the Paris hideout, Murray's van, the Binocucom and Bentley's other gadgets. We unsure of what to do next, but we don't steal from people just for the money. If money were all I needed, I wouldn't be a master thief. Money makes people do some crazy things. But no amount of money would save me from where I am now.