Thief's Beginning

Trip to the Boneyard

Lola's POV

Our next location was Mesa City against the notorious Muggshot. From the look of him he looked pretty tough but I'm sure he'll be just a minor inconvenience.

Mesa City was what I expected, I've never been but I always wanted to visit, although I was told it was livelier than this.

The whole place looked like a dump with broken down cars everywhere and scrap, but the casino itself was alright, if he took as much pride in the place as he did with his casino I'm sure it'd be thriving with people. Maybe I could get paid to be a decorator.

I was sent to Muggshots place to acquire some weapon, and from the look of his loaded guards he could afford to lose a few, however this didn't call for violence unless necessary.

Apparently Muggshot was told ahead of time to expect visitors, but I still had to knock out a few guards. Surprisingly there weren't many guards around.

I made my way to the roof collecting what I could and stopping in the casino for a bit just to collect some winnings, not necessarily my winnings but then again I never was a fan of gambling – too much risk taking, I prefer to lead a safer more secure life.

Anyway making my way to the roof, I was nearly blinded by all the lights up here and everything seemed to be crashed or broken. This place was turning out to be a complete dump. I don't know how anyone could live like this.

After scaling the building and climbing from neon light to neon light. I reached the top of the building, but I was quite shocked at what I saw. Inside was a worn out looking Muggshot lying on the floor. I went in through the window being careful to avoid the broken glass and managed to land inside without any injury. It was pretty dark the only light coming from all the mirrors in front of me.

I started to approach the drowsy figure but jumped when his head shot up and he shouted towards me.

"Hey! I gave you the pages now just leave me alone you scrawny rat." Muggshot yelled.

"Huh?" I asked stepping into the light.

"Who are you; you're not a Cooper as well are ya?" He asked seemingly nervous.

I looked shocked. Cooper, surely he can't mean Sly. He better not mean Sly, what was he doing here?

"No I can pretty much guarantee I'm not Cooper, and I was sent to pick up some weapons I was told by the owl?" I think that's what I was told to say.

"Oh yeah he mentioned you stopping by. The weapons are in my office in a bag, but don't touch anything other than that or else." He threatened.

"No worries. May I be so bold as to ask what exactly happened to you and why you thought I could be a Cooper?" I asked.

"Some rat came in trashing the place and beating my boys up, before walking in demanding some pages back from a big book of his, and he won a fight against me, how I don't know, a big guy like me and a scrawny guy like him." Muggshot replied.

"This Cooper he didn't happen to be about yea high with a blue shirt and hat, grey, kinda scruffy looking?" I asked.

"Yeah that's him, you know him?" Muggshot asked.

"We've bumped into each other on occasion, annoying little brat." I grumbled.

"Tell me about it now if you don't mind I have a casino to try and run." Muggshot said moving to get up.

I went to his office to retrieve the weapons and left to go back to the jeep. I heard the faint noise of police sirens in the distance, looks like I got out just in time.

I'm guessing the big book Muggshot was talking about was Sly's family book he told me about, he was always saying how one day he' get enough information to track it down and I'm guessing Muggshot was one of his targets. Part of that group the fiendish five, huh I wonder who the other members are?

I contacted the 'owl' as I suppose he's known and told him we had the weapons. Now we just had to get our next location.

But it was still bothering me that Sly got there first, maybe he's the reason that Raleigh looked so beat up when I got there, he'd beaten us then too.

It brought back memories of when we pulled heists together, even though sly had taught me some moves to help me become just as good as him, he still had more of a reputation, bigger scale crimes, more risks. Even though we were partners I still always felt like thief number 2, his shadow and although my reputation grew I would never be able to live up to Sly and his family of master thieves.

I was destined to be thief 2.