A Thief's Honor [Book 2]

Ch.2 An Opera of Fear

Getting inside a world class vault would take an army of world class thieves -- a group of specialists, each member contributing their own particular talent. It was clear that we needed Murray back. Not only could I see Sly was missing a life long friend, but his brute strength helped get us out of a few scrapes in the past. However, when Bentley was injured during the whole Clockwerk affair, Murray blamed himself, eventually leaving the team. We all tried to console him, but going out on his own was something he needed to do. He said he wanted to find his spiritual center. We ended up getting word that Murray was in the Australian outback, where he studied a mystic art called "the Dreamtime" from an aboriginal Guru. From all accounts, things went pretty well and his teacher even sent him on a walkabout to locations all over the globe to complete his training. Latest sightings though, have spotted Murray in beautiful Venice, Italy, but what he's doing there is a mystery. I just hope he steers clear of the local mob boss, Octavio...

Growing up, this guy used to be a real celebrity in the neighborhood; everyone loved to hear him sing opera and said that he was destined to be the next great tenor. But, just as his career began to take off, musical tastes changed. Suddenly, it was all about rock music and no one wanted to listen to opera anymore. Though, he managed to hold on to a few fans, and it was these monsters that took him into "the business." Heading onto this guy's turf was dangerous, but worth it to make things right with Murray...

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Venice, Italy
4:36 AM

Sly and Rae exited the Safe House they had established once they reached Venice, Bentley speaking into their ears. "It only seems logical to start our search at the local police station. If he's not already in custody, the cops are sure to have leads on all the crooks in Venice."

Rae scanned around. "Well, I will say one thing, this city is beautiful." She commented.

"Not as beautiful as you." Sly smirked, appearing behind the fox as he gripped her hips.

She returned his smirk. "You cunning ringtail."

"Uhh...guys? Cops, Murray? Can we stick to the plan, please?" Bentley then said.

"Keep your shell on, we're going." The raccoon chuckled.

"Ah, turtle jokes..." He replied sarcastically.

Rae walked up toward a nearby dock, and it was there her binocucom went off, Sly taking out his as well to see Bentley was trying to get ahold of them. "That massive dome marks the Venetian police station."

"Cops 'round here really like to make an impression." Sly said.

"I'm afraid it's a losing battle. Don Octavio runs the show in this neighborhood. It's his "security forces" patrolling the streets, not the cops."