Sly Cooper: Family of Thieves

Chapter Nine: May I have this Dance?

" Package for... Sangue?" the delivery man said, after knocking on our door one day. Which was to say the least odd, because I didn't recall ordering anything for that matter, but I took it anyway.

"Guys, guys," I exclaimed, "I got a package!"

"What is it?" Murray asked, "Should we open it?"

"It could be dangerous..." Bentley estimated.

"Bentley's right," Sly added, "but there's only one way to find out."

I placed the package on the table, and opened it. It was a jacket with two stars on its sleeves, adorned in the deepest shades of purple.  I read the tag that came with it:

To the Follower through all storms. 

To be truthfull, I didn't know who the sender was, though I didn't think this was suspicious at first, but I tried it on anyway. It fitted perfectly.

"I know I don't ask this often, but how do I look?"

"Amazing!" The boys replied.

"Thanks." I grinned.

Since the first day, that jacket became part of my arsenal as a thief in training. However, I soon discovered that there was more to this clothing than meets the eye. As luck would have it, an occasion soon came in which this peculiar attire would come into full use. Another Clockwerk part was located in India. This time, in the hand, or in this case, the paws, of an egotistical spice lord as known as Rajan. According to his intel, he began his life of crime selling illegal spices, and now he became what he calls "Lord of the Hills".

"Ok, but no one told me we had to attend a ball," I protested, "what would we even--"

Suddenly, the cloak ravled itself onto my body, and it changed into a gown, shoes, and a crescent moon choker.

The jaws of the three hit the floor.

"Wow, this is new." Bentley said, after regaining composure

"What just happened?!" I asked.

Murray explained, that maybe the cloak probably knew its wearer needed an outfit for the night, and thus changed into a dress.

"A magical cloak for a thief in training?" I asked, "That's convenient."

Sly chuckled.

"Alright, guys enough chitchat we have wings to clip," He said, "Let's roll."

Getting into the car, Sly grinned.

"By the way, you look beautiful in this outfit, but save that for the party, ok?"

"No problem Sly, I so happen to cook up a nice attire, that might work well with thieving opportunities.

"Nice. Is purple your favorite?" Asked Sly.

"That is correct."

The three of us shared a laugh, as we made our way to India. My mouth became gaped in amazement, at the sight of Rajan's palace. I never believed in any of that stuff, but it was the stuff of fairytales.

"Sly, this is huuuuge"I said, expanding my arms," ! Salim Al- Kupar would most definatley ransack a place like this!"

Sly exchanged a look with his friends, in astonishment.

"Where did you get this from?" Murray asked, before I climbed on his buff arms, and hung myself upside down like the bat that I am.

"That's cake," I giggled, "I did my homework, so to speak."