Ch17: Clockwerk Vs. Cooper Gang!
After Bentley had finished explaining how easy it was to operate the jet pack, the wings of evil sounded and the giant mechanized bird made an appearance. "GUYS! Behind you!" Bentley exclaimed, both of us doing so. "Sly Cooper. You have escaped my gas chamber and destroyed my death ray. Remarkable... you Coopers always find a way to beat me..." said the homicidal owl.
"Always?! So that was you in all those pictures of the Thievius Raccoonus! How old are you?" Sly asked, obviously shocked by this. "Perfection has no age." "What? You're immortal?" "Revenge is the prime ingredient in the fountain of youth. I've kept myself alive for hundreds of years on a steady diet of jealousy and hate, awaiting the day I'd usurp the line of the Cooper family line..."
"And you needed fuel whenever you didn't finish off Sly at the Cooper massacre, so you went after my family! Is that it?!" I growled, a new theory popping up in my head. "Indeed," Clockwerk glared, his eyes glowing red. "It may have been a mistake to let you live, Sly Cooper, but now I can put an end to both you and your new gang you brought together... especially that pesky feline you so desperately care for."
"Guys! My missiles don't hurt him but create holes in his armor! Shoot into the gaps I create!" exclaimed Carmelita into the communicator, somehow being able to talk in our Binocucoms. "Got it!" I exclaimed, following Sly as he and I dodged Clockwerk's attacks. Carmelita would shoot an electric shock on Clockwerk, upon which me and Sly furiously bombarded it with our own missiles.
After doing significant damage to his wings, feet, and head, Clockwerk spun out of control and dove into the lava. "Nice shooting Sly and Sylvia! You got him!" Bentley gleamed, just then Clockwerk floating out of the lava. "I don't get it. You're so obsessed with my family you must have known about me beforehand..." Sly said, probably confused. "If you hated the Coopers so much, why did you let me live when you stole the Thievius Raccoonus?" "Because I wanted to prove to the world that without your precious book, the Cooper Line is nothing."
"Ah, well, there's where your wrong," Sly said as I made my way around Clockwerk, turning myself and the pack invisible to gain the upper hand. "The Thievius Raccoonus doesn't create great thieves... it takes great thieves to create the Thievius Raccoonus!" "ENOUGH, Sly Cooper! It ends here. I'll finish you like I finished your father, then the Cooper Line will be erased and the only master thief will be, Clockwerk!"
Just as he would've started to shoot electric rings at Sly, I started to silently roast Clockwerk's ring blasters with my jet pack rockets, all three of them taking significant damage. "ARGH!" Clockwerk growled when he finally realized this, Sly and Carmelita then finishing his wings and sending him into the lava once again. We then began to proceed on foot to destroy him.
"Now's your only chance, guys!" Bentley cried out. "You've got to reach his head and destroy it, before his auto-reconstruct feature kicks in!" 'No duh! He IS immortal!' I thought in my head. As Clockwerk bombarded us with his attacks, I moved quickly, making sure Sly didn't fall behind or into the lava. "I am forever," Clockwerk bragged as we started to climb over to his body via a conveniently placed wire.
Once we made it there, he turned his head completely around and we started to whack it nonstop, Clockwerk talking trash to us even then. "I am supreme! Nothing can kill the master thief Clockwerk..." those were his final words as we sent his head into the lava, his body parts scattering as soon as that happened, as well as the book cover of the Thievius Raccoonus itself. I managed to grab it as it would've fell into the lava, boosting away with Sly as soon as we did that.
"Wow... we did it!" Sly exhaled as we boosted over to Bentley and Murray, happy to finally have a good rest. "That was wicked!" I giggled as I landed with Sly right on the ground. 'Oh sweet land. How I missed you.' "Pretty decent... considering he killed so many people," said Carmelita's unmistakable Latina voice. "H-Hey, Carmelita!... Thanks for helping out," Sly said, seeming to be embarrassed about something. "No problem, Sly," she smiled. "You didn't do too shabby either, girlfriend," I smiled, giving a knuckle bump to the cop.
"So... Sly?" I smirked, giving a playful glare to Carmelita. "Remember what you owed me after those couple missions?" I asked. Sly gulped and blushed, which made Carmelita a tad suspicious. "What kind of debt is it?" she asked. "It goes like this:" I smiled. "He owes me two dates for making me go to dangerous areas. Which means: two dates for me, none for you. Seems I'm in the lead right now."
Carmelita giggled, but I could tell by her glare that she was a tad jealous. "I see how it is. I'll get you for that one day, Sylvia. Don't expect me to warn you though." "Warning taken."
"Finally... time to have a good vacation!" I smiled as we sat in our little rail car in Paris. I looked at the others and they all smiled at me, which I didn't get at first. "What?" I asked, wondering what they were looking at me for. "Well, Sylvia," Murray smiled, holding a box in his hand. "We thought that, since you helped us out so much, we'd give you a little bit of an... initiation present, one that you should have on you from now on."
I took the box with a smile on my face and opened it, a single bandit mask poking out, which I immediately got giddy about. "Your now a Cooper gang member through and through!" Sly smirked, giving me a small hug. "Thanks guys!" I said, putting on the mask and finding it to fit perfectly, even the eye holes. "Fits like a dream!" I smiled.
"Now we have some time off... Sly?" I smiled, grabbing him by the arm gently. "What do you say to dinner at a fancy French restaurant? I've always wondered what snail tastes like." Sly fake gagged and nodded. "I guess I'll take you," he said after being sarcastic. "After all, I do owe ya one more date after this."