A Thief's Honor [Book 2]

Ch.1 The Beginning of the End

Kaine Island, South Pacific
1:15 AM

Two figures ran along in the pouring ran, thunder and lightning going off through the storm. They crept along, taking out any guards that got in their way. Just as the two figures crept behind this strange looking elephant with tiny bat-like wings, the two shared a glance before one knocked him out and the other finishing him off with a blade. The two then smirked, a flash of lightning striking to reveal none other than Sly Cooper and Rae Vixen. The two stood almost back to back, Sly with his cane over his shoulder and Rae with her hand on her hip. Suddenly though, their binocucoms started going off, both pulling them out only to see their friend, Bentley trying to contact them.

"This is it, you two!" The turtle said excitedly. "The gang's all assembled and are in position to help you get up to that vault. For the rest of the operation, you two are "the ball"."

"Roger, Bentley. We're starting our approach." Sly said.

"Getting over these fortress walls shouldn't be a problem. Look, we're running five by five here, make sure everyone's in sync." Rae added.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you take charge?" Sly smirked, Bentley rolling his eyes, but also giving a chuckle.

"I'm gonna check on everyone." He then said. "Artillery, sure you can make that shot?"

"I endeavor not to miss." A deep voice replied.

"Excellent." Bentley said. "Radio Control?"

"In position." A female voice said.

"Recovery team?"

"I'm pumped!" A very familiar voice said excitedly.

"Submersibles?"

"Showtime, baby!" Another familiar voice said.

"Telekinetics?"

"Hah dah di dah." Someone said, having spoken in Diksha.

Bentley then tuned back in. "Alright, it's the crime of the century, and "the ball's" in motion." He then disconnected, the two stuffing their devices away.

"Okay, Cooper, let's get this party started."

"Couldn't agree more." The raccoon smirked before the two head up for the wall, easily climbing on top of them.

They ran along the wall when they heard Bentley in their ear. "Agent Heartthrob, take up position for a Yank 86, over."

"I've got a visual."

The two felines walked up to a thin ledge they would have to creep along, until Bentley spoke again. "The ball has stopped rolling, we've got an obstruction."

"I'm on it." A small, purple RC Chopper flew in and started yanking at the posts the guards stood on. "First is away." Another was then yanked at. "Second guy is pulled." And the final guard was pulled away. "Third's skyward, roll on ball, over."

When the two hopped off of the thin ledge, they heard Bentley in their ear again. "Agent Old Rock, prep for tipper."

"Hiya, hajima hiya shija woulda."

"Let 'er rip, Old Rock! Ball is in position."

Purple smoke then began to rise from the base of a large, radio tower before it fell forward, crashing down, creating a bridge for the two to walk on.