Paris. A beautiful city really. Nights are bright with lights that attract people from all over the world. Landmarks and museums that not only attract tourists but thieves as well. However, that's not really the reason why we're out here during this fine evening. Tonight, our target is the Interpol HQ. Bentley, Murray, and I are currently waiting for Sly to get into position for tonight's heist.

Bentley, the brains of our operations, was meticulously typing away at his keyboard. I can only imagine what goes on in that head of his. All I see are equations of complex algorithms, logic beyond compare, and a tinge of anxiety towards Sly's carelessness and tendency to improvise whenever things go wrong. Without him, we wouldn't be able to make our great escapes, let alone plan any heists.

I was sitting shotgun in the van, beside Murray. Nervous, he pulled out a sandwich from the glove compartment in front of me and started munching away. He's the brawns of our operations, one who punches first and acts later. He's also the team driver, and at heart, a softie. It's always fun coming up with new recipes for him try, as well as going to a drive every now and then to let off steam or gain a bit of adrenaline during the long waits between some heists.

"Sly! Come in! Sly! Do you read me?!" I jumped a little at the sound of Bentley's voice. Murray coughed up a bit of lettuce.

"Yeah. I read you. Loud and... very loud." I could hear Sly's voice through my own earpiece. I guess you could say he was the leader, as he was the main reason we all became thieves anyways. Tonight's heist was very close to Sly's heart, not that it was for him to steal his own police file, but to uncover those who took away his past.

Sly is currently the last one in the Cooper line, and he is following suit in becoming a master thief. As a child, he learned of the Cooper Clan from his father and from the book he passed down to him, the Thievius Raccoonus. However it was the Fiendish Five who took it all away from him; his family, the book, and his childhood. It was then when he was placed in Happy Camper Orphanage, and our history was set.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Trying to break into police headquarters does that."

I chuckled a bit, a bit from nostalgia and a bit from Bentley's worried head.

It goes to say that the heist went as usual. By usual I mean that we get what we want and Carmelita shows up last minute in trying to arrest Sly. I mean it's nice, but I feel like she's playing favourites in forgetting that without arresting the rest of us, we could easily break him out of jail. I sighed in annoyance when I heard her predictable threats. I heard a snicker from Sly over the earpiece.

"Are you jealous or something, Mariellena?" I scoffed.

"I'm a bit insulted that you'd think I care in the slightest," I played along with the lighthearted banter, despite the anxiety of other two, both getting ready for the get away.

"Oh, you know I only have eyes for you," he said, out of breath as he was jumping from car to car.

"I think you need to get your eyes checked" I said turning around in my seat as the van doors opened to let Sly in. He jumped in, not able to stop himself from collision, sliding into the back of my seat and almost onto Bentley.

"Nah, I can see what I want just fine."

Not too bad for a first chapter? -Mirai Akemi