Sly approached the wine cellar that led to Dimitri's nightclub. Upon approaching the wine cellar, he found Murray standing there waiting for him.
"Good to see you, little buddy. I guess the way through the wine cellar is guarded by those rats. Bentley thought you might like some help clearing them out." Murray said to Sly.
"Sounds like fun. You and me, back to back." Sly said happily.
"Totally! Outnumbered... fighting impossible odds... it's perfect!" Murray said enthusiastically.
"Alright, pal, let's get to it." Sly said.
Sly and Murray saw a bunch of anthropomorphic rat guards guarding the entrance to the wine cellar. The raccoon and the hippo approached the rat guards. They got ready to beat the crap out of the rat guards.
"Fear "The Murray"!" Murray said to the guards.
Sly and his friend Murray beat up the rat guards. It was like a scene ripped straight of a Bruce Lee movie. When they were done, Murray said to Sly,
"Hold on, Sly... let me lower those bars for ya. There you go. To get over this thing you'll have to double jump."
Murray lifted up the gate for Sly.
"Looks like you're on your own from here." Murray said to Sly.
"Eh, I'm used to it. Thanks for the help." Sly said to Murray.
"Anytime, partner." Murray said.
Sly jumped over the gate. He passed through a hallway that was full of lasers. Sly knew that he couldn't pass through the lasers.
"Sly, in order to get past these lasers, you need to crawl under that table." Bentley said to Sly.
Sly crawled underneath the table. He was on the ground again in a matter of seconds. He walked through many rooms. Eventually, he saw a warthog guard holding a flashlight.
"These flashlight guards are too tough to fight head-on. Crawl under the tables to sneak around him."
Sly crawled underneath the table to get past the flashlight guard. He waited for his flashlight beam to disappear before he could pass through the table. Sly crawled out from underneath the table. Farther down the corridor was another guard. Sly crawled underneath another table. Sly crawled out from underneath that table, too. Sly made his way through the nightclub. He eventually made it to the printing press room of the nightclub. Bentley told him to take some recon photos of the printing press room.
"Jackpot! The heart of Dimitri's operation. Head for those windows and take some reconnaissance photos. Your binocucom already outfitted with a spycam." Bentley said to Sly.
Sly took out his binocucom and snapped a picture of Dimitri. Dimitri looked like a purple chameleon. He was wearing a green fancy suit.
"That's our target: Dimitri, professional lounge lizard and international forger." Bentley said.
"Funny, he doesn't look like a forger to me." Julius suddenly said.
"Appearances can be deceiving, Julie." Bentley said to Julius.
Sly then took a picture of the money printing machine. It had Clockwerk's metallic tail feathers on the machine. It was churning out money.
"Ingenious! Dimitri's using the Clockwerk tail feathers as printing plates. Given their rare alloy they'll never wear out. Unlimited forged money!" Bentley said.
"How do you know that the money's forged?" Julius asked. "You can't just assume that the money is forged."
"I can tell that the money's forged because of the method that the money is being printed." Bentley said.
"Ok." Julius said.
Sly took one more picture. It was the generator that powered the printing press.
"That generator seems to be powering the security systems down here." Bentley said.
"Oh, great." Julius said.
"That should do it, Sly. Head back to the safe house, and we'll cook up a plan of attack." Bentley said to Sly.
Sly put his binocucom away and left the nightclub. He headed straight to the hideout.
Julius P.O.V.
The plan that Bentley laid out was simple. First, he assigned me 2 tasks: bugging Dimitri's office with a forged painting. I decided to put a mini Bluetooth speaker on the back of the forged painting. The other job was following Dimitri like an obsessive stalker. I asked Bentley why would me following an art forger like a creepy stalker be a good idea to begin with. He said that he wanted information from Dimitri. That is the stupidest idea ever. Why not just put a tracker on Dimitri? That would make obtaining information from Dimitri so much easier than just stalking him. What if Dimitri saw me following him? What he could somehow feel my presence while I was stalking him. Those are the questions that Bentley needs to consider before planning those 2 jobs.
I exited the safe house, ready for my first ever job with the Cooper Gang. I was pumped. Never in a million years would I ever imagine doing a job with the Cooper Gang for real. I played Sly 2: Band of Thieves many times. I was only controlling Sly and his friends with a PlayStation 2 and 3 controller for all of these years. Now, I was experiencing the world of Sly Cooper for the first time without me controlling anything.
I went over to the job starting point. I got my very own binocucom from Bentley. It was brown, like my hair color. Once I got to the job starting point, Bentley said,
"Julius, I managed to outfit this forged painting with a bug. I need you to sneak into Dimitri's office and swap it with the original."
I looked at the painting. It was perched atop of a balcony. It was a painting of Sly Cooper. Why would Bentley assign me to put a painting of his best friend into Dimitri's nightclub.
"Why is there a forged painting of Sly?" I asked Bentley.
"I don't know why there is a forged painting of Sly." Bentley said. He looked perplexed.
"Great," I said. "Now we can hear all of Dimitri's conversations like a fucking creeper!"
"Well, thought things might go more smoothly with an ear on the inside. Just be careful with the fine art, take any damage and the painting's ruined." Bentley said.
"I'm going to attach my mini Bluetooth speaker to the to the back of the forged painting." I said.
"What's Bluetooth?" Bentley asked me.
"Wireless technology." I told Bentley.
"Ok." Bentley said. "Remember not to get hit while holding the painting. One hit and the job is over."
"I'm not 6 years old." I reminded Bentley. "I don't need to be reminded of things!"
I shut off my binocucom. I used my parkour skills that I learned from playing the Assassin's Creed games to climb up the building. I grabbed the forge painting of Sly Cooper. I considered putting my miniature Bluetooth speaker on the back of the painting. But, then i realized that there would be no way to connect the speaker to my phone from the hideout, as Bluetooth connections require close proximity. I decided against it and put the painting on my back. The painting felt incredibly light on my back. I then went over to the front entrance of Dimitri's nightclub. That was when Bentley said one of the most stupidest comment ever made in the history of mankind.
"The schematic indicates that door is locked from the inside." Bentley had the audacity to say to me. I wanted to choke the life of Bentley. That statement was so obvious and so stupid, I started to wonder if Bentley was secretly taking drugs.
"NO FUCKING DUH!" I yelled at Bentley. "GOD, YOU ARE STUPID!"
Then Sly had the balls to say to me, "You don't say those type of things to my friend! He is trying to help you on this mission."
"No one needs your two sense." I said. "Keep out of this!"
"I refuse!" Sly said angrily at me.
"You can go fuck yourself, Sly!" I said.
Before either Sly, Bentley or Murray could say something else to me, I turned off my binocucom and I was tempted to destroy the speaker that was in my ear. What Bentley just said to me was so fucking stupid, that it was baffling to me. What type of drugs was Bentley on? Even a person stoned out of their mind wouldn't say that the nightclub door is locked from the inside. It's common knowledge. I saw an air vent on the balcony. I used my agility to come across the narrow strip of ground that the building possessed. I entered the air vent.
I am so fucking pissed off at Bentley right now. His IQ had to be extremely low. I crawled out of the air vent. I took out the guards Metal Gear Solid style. I had no problem dispatching the guards. " Dimitri coming at you loud and clear. I've got to high-five give it up to my main men working the disco. Spice sales are up, up, up! Keep on moving that spice, alright? And to every home slice down in the special fake money making room: the nicest of jobs there, man, I tell you. Keep full-steaming ahead with my new Clockwerk printing plates, all of us retire early. You picking up on what I'm throwing down? Peace out!" Dimitri said over the intercom.
I put the forged painting inside of Dimitri's office. I got the hell out of there in a hurry. I couldn't wait to see what that dumb ass idiot Bentley had to say to me now.