The beloved video game series has returned in picture novel fan fiction mode!
It has been three months since thief mastermind Sly Cooper vanished into time with a broken time machine and no trace or hint to his whereabouts. His gang, Bentley and Mur...
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"I never thought Penelope would have to resort to adhesive guns," I taunt as Branwell does whatever he came up with to take care of Raleigh.
"It's been effective so far!" she counters.
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Overhearing Branwell take Raleigh away back to the mouth, I'm able to calm down a bit and focus on my foe here. Penelope admittedly gets a few close calls. I then hear, after a bit of dancing around her aims, the click of her gun to require a reload.
With all my might, I heave a nearby rock at her, and manage to get her in the hands, causing her to drop the gun and grip her hand in agony. I run, grab the gun, kick her back so she can't fight me on it, I also pick up the ammo she was about to reload the gun with and I shoot a dollop close range to her stomach. She ends up trapped on the ground.
"Stay down!" I warn her, pointing the gun near her face.
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I'm not going to shoot it and block her airways. I'm not a monster. But she doesn't have to know I'm feeling chivalrous right now. From what I can hear, Branwell and Raleigh are fighting and they're both holding their own. I'll go check on them later. I need to find that plane. I'm so close now to the noise that I know a plane is the only thing it could be, and a plane here means preparing for takeoff.
I head into the cave Penelope must have run from, and a little while in I catch sight of hangers full of gun holsters, but what catches my attention most is a giant cell. The smell hits me like a punch in the face. There have definitely been people trapped here recently, forced to share a bathroom and unable to shower. The door is open. There's no bodies. I see another hallway farther down. And I think it's where the propeller sound is coming from.
