The next day came with everyone on the streets going about their business, completely unaware that there was a sniper in their midst last night.
Meanwhile, at the Cooper Gang hideout, Sly, Bentley and Murray were already awake, and Sly was just about to head out to hopefully retrieve the bag of jewels he left behind that night.
However, Sly looked noticeably more nervous as he poked his head out of the door, looking to see if the sniper was still there. This only ended up annoying Bentley, who wheeled up to him and started speaking.
"Come on, Sly. Do you really expect this guy to still be there in broad daylight? There'd be mass panic in the streets if somebody fires a gun!"
"Yeah, I kind of figured that, Bentley. Still, I'd rather play it safe. Besides, the guy might have a silenced gun. Nobody's going to hear that over the commotion."
"Just go. I'll keep an eye out."
Sly nodded, although he still felt apprehensive about everything.
After heading out the front door, Sly immediately climbed up the street light next to the safe house and jumped on to the roof. He began hopping along the roofs, making his way towards the area where he remembered leaving the bag, while also keeping an eye out for any laser sights.
Thankfully, there were no guards patrolling at this time of day, so Sly's attention could be fully focused on getting to the bag and getting back.
Eventually, Sly made it outside of town and reached the area he was looking for. Unfortunately, his distracted state led to him barely missing a jump, and nearly dropping to the ground, but he grabbed on to the ledge and hauled himself up.
Sly decided to wait for a few minutes to catch his breath and get refocused, not wanting to deal with that again. After he was ready, he launched off of the roof he was on and continued on his way, finally reaching his destination a few minutes later.
As he came up on the roof in question, he saw the bag was indeed still there, but it strangely was in the middle of the roof rather than near the edge where he originally left it.
Sly was confused for a second, wondering if he tossed the bag and didn't notice due to the gunfire he was avoiding, but then he realized that he probably would have remembered doing that.
Sly racked his brain, trying to come up with an explanation as to how the bag got moved, when he suddenly figured out that the shooter must have had something to do with it somehow.
As much as he wanted to grab the bag and go, he didn't trust the fact that it was going to be that easy. There most likely could be a trap waiting for him if he tried it, so he pulled out his Binocucom and called Bentley.
"Bentley, I'm at the roof where I left the bag. It's still there, thankfully."
"That's great! Go ahead and grab it and head back to the safe house." said Bentley.
"Yeah, I'd love to, but there's one problem. I remember leaving the bag near the edge of the roof last night, and now it's been moved to the center."
Bentley paused as he thought about what was going on.
"Hmmm…I'd bet my shell that our mystery shooter probably has something to do with it. It's probably some kind of trap."
"Yeah, I had the same idea. Any thoughts on what I should do?"
"I would probably just try staying out of sight. From what I can see, I'd guess that he probably has his rifle trained on the bag, so be quick about it."
Sly hung up the Binocucom and put it back into his pouch, before taking a look at the roof and weighing his options. He could see a few spots for cover around the roof, but the area where the bag is was wide open, so he knew he was going to have to dive for it.
He took a few minutes to prepare, breathing in and out before taking a running leap and landing on the roof, immediately hiding behind one of the doors that go into the building. He waited, looking around to see if there was a laser sight, but he didn't see anything. At first, he thought that it was probably on the other side of the brick wall he was hiding behind, but as he went from cover to cover, he realized that he didn't see any laser sight, even with it being difficult to see due to it being daytime.
Confused, he decided just to keep going, diving out from the last piece of cover and grabbing the bag, rolling as he hit the ground behind the opposite cover.
Sly quickly checked inside the bag and saw that all of the jewels were still there. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sly was about to make his way back to the safe house when one of the doors suddenly opened and a large wolf appeared on the roof.
The wolf seemed to be dressed for some occasion, as he was wearing a white shirt, and black pants, shoes and tie. He also had a stern look on his face, accentuated by a scar on his left eye. What caught Sly's eye, though, was that he also had on a pair of black gloves as well. He wasn't at all sure what the meaning behind his gloves was, so he decided to talk to him.
"Sorry if I was making a lot of noise. I'm just going to leave now."
He turned around; making like he was about to leave, but the wolf suddenly spoke, while retaining the stern look.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Sly Cooper." he said in a thick Russian accent.
"Wait, how do you know my name?"
The wolf spread his arms wide.
"Don't you remember me, Cooper? I remember all the time I spent chasing you and your little gang down years ago."
Sly looked at the wolf, trying to rack his brain to figure out what he was talking about.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about."
Disappointed, the wolf began thinking, trying to figure out a way to jog Sly's memory.
"Well, do you remember Russia?"
Sly couldn't exactly remember much about their time spent in Russia, considering he as well as Bentley and Murray hated spending time there thanks to the cold weather. But it was the only place where the jobs were simple enough that a greenhorn like Sly was at that age could hone his skills.
One moment he did remember came a month before they finally left Russia for good.
It was a cold night in St. Petersburg. A 16-year old Sly Cooper has just stolen a ruby from the museum, and on his tail was the wolf, who had similar clothes on as to what he was wearing now, except for the lack of gloves and the Interpol badge that he had on his chest.
As Sly was being chased, the wolf was wildly firing shock pistol bolts in his direction with a look of pure anger on his face. You see, during the three years that the Cooper Gang spent in Russia, they had many different run-ins with the wolf, and just like they did now with Carmelita, they got away every time.
However, unlike Carmelita, the wolf was very mentally fragile, so the constant failures led to him becoming increasingly unstable, up until the point where he would do anything to catch Sly.
The wolf's luck would turn around today, though, as Sly tripped and fell, being less nimble as he is now. This allowed the wolf to catch up, and as Sly got up to continue moving, he was stopped by the shock pistol being pointed right at his head.
"Не двигайся, Купер! (Don't move, Cooper!)" said the wolf.
Sly froze, doing as he was asked, yet still holding the cane in his hand.
"Хорошо, у вас есть мне Антон. (Alright, you've got me Anton.)" said Sly.
The wolf chuckled as he pulled out his handcuffs, intending to bring Sly in, but the raccoon already had a plan in mind. As Anton reached up to grab Sly's hand, Sly immediately dove forward and rolled, facing towards Anton as he got up and slashed at him with his cane. Unfortunately, his aim wasn't where he wanted it to be, so he ended up getting Anton in the eye with the edge of the cane.
Anton immediately clutched at his left eye as it started bleeding profusely.
"Черт бы тебя побрал, Купер! (Damn you, Cooper!)" he yelled.
Sly was conflicted as to whether he should help him or not, considering the injury was his fault. But he knew that if he did, he probably would end up getting arrested soon after, so he immediately ran off.
"Черт бы тебя побрал! (Damn you!)" yelled Anton again as Sly continued running, his voice disappearing into the distance.
Sly gasped as he suddenly remembered the wolf's name.
"I remember you! You're Anton Sobolev, the guy who was assigned to our case when we were in Russia!"
"Well, now you remember! And to think you forgot dear old Anton." said the wolf with mock sadness.
"I see you've finally learned some English. That's good. I didn't like talking to you in Russian that much."
Anton was immediately angered at Sly's jab. He reached behind his back and pulled out a 9 millimeter handgun. Thankfully he didn't fire, instead pointing it at Sly as the raccoon backed away, his hands in the air.
"Whoa there, buddy. That looks to me like a real gun. I don't remember Interpol regulations allowing the use of real guns."
Anton smirked before replying.
"Ex-Interpol, Cooper. I got blacklisted after killing a suspect, which leaves me free to get my revenge on you and your pathetic gang."
Sly was noticeably more nervous after hearing that Anton wasn't bound to the rules anymore. He decided to try and distract him to buy some time to escape.
"Listen Anton, before you kill me, would you mind answering me one question?"
"What is it, Cooper? My trigger finger is getting itchy."
Sly gave him a weird look at the odd choice of words before continuing to speak.
"Why? Why do you want to kill us so badly?"
"It's simple. I had everything while I was working with Interpol. But when I got assigned to you, everything fell apart. My career was ruined. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted revenge, but I couldn't do it while restricted to those stupid Interpol regulations. But now I can do whatever I want."
Anton adopted a sick smile as he prepared to fire.
"Goodbye, Cooper. I'll see you in hell."
Anton slowly squeezed the trigger, but before he could completely fire the 9mm, Sly dropped a smoke bomb that he was secretly carrying in his cane hand, catching Anton off guard and sending his shot off its target. Sensing his moment, Sly took his chance and ran off, Anton firing off as many shots as he could at the fleeing master thief.
"Don't think you can hide from me, Sly Cooper! I'll find you and your little gang, even if I have to chase you to the ends of the Earth to find you!" yelled Anton at Sly's retreating form, punctuating it with a psychotic laugh.
Sly returned to the safe house a half an hour later, barreling through the door and shutting it behind him.
"Sly, what's going on?" asked Murray, confused as he and Bentley looked at the heavily breathing Sly pressed up against the door.
"You're not going to believe who the shooter was."