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Training Wheels Sylvester Swiftly made his way out of the safe house and scaled his way up to the rooftops where the holographic marker was waiting. Sylvester had to admit, Bentley was fantastic! There were so many routines and stunts they could perform at the circus with these kinds of effects. Heck, with holographics, they could forgo pyrotechnics completely and go for bigger, more eye catching, and not to mention safer special effects that would dazzle the crowds. Granted, this stuff wasn’t cheap, and Bentley’s means of obtaining them were through…well, less than legal methods, but he could think of a workaround for that later. For now, there was work to be done. He pulled out his binnocom and snapped it up to his face as the line to Bentley was opened. “Ok, Sylvester,” Bentley said as his image appeared. “You see that trailer up on the ledge overlooking the town?” Sylvester angled his head upwards and worked the zoom, spying a tiny trailer with posters of Leone’s face on the side. “Yep. Sheesh, this guy sure loves his privacy. He’s definitely up to something.” “My sentiments exactly. It’s impossible to get up there by truck, so you have to go by foot.” “At least he’s getting his steps in.” “More like his entourage does, on account they carry him everywhere he goes.” “You’re kidding.” “Oh I wish I was. But that might be a blessing in disguise. His entourage isn’t just his carriers, but they’re also his bodyguards. They’ll be so exhausted, they’ll be easy pickings.” “Uh, yeah, Bentley, that brings up something I wanted to talk to you about. I’m…not sure if I’m comfortable with this job.” “What d’ya mean? We need those photos if we’re going to make any headway in the main heist.” “Oh, no, it’s nothing like that. The bearded lady had me do candid photos for her to sell online all the time.” “I’m not even going to touch that one. Then is it the knocking people out? I’m not asking you to kill them, just to get them out of the way so you can get the job done.” “I was a little iffy on that, but I’m prepared to do it. Especially after those jerks in the Inn blindsided me.” “Then what’s the problem.” “Bentley…it’s the cane.” Sylvester looked down at the Cooper cane, the only thing of Sly that had been found after the blimp exploded. It was the same cane as his grandfather Connor had used, and it belonged to Sly’s side of the family by right. Given all his father had done to the family, he hadn’t felt right about carrying it. “I mean, do I really have a right to be holding this? I’m a Ringtail, not a Cooper.” Bentley was silent for a moment, pondering. “Well, the way I see it, your dad was the one at fault. I’m not harping on him, mind, though he did do some rather dirty things.” “Tell me about it. I still love him, but the fact that he had something to do with the death of his own brother…” “Indeed, it’s quite chilling. But, at the end of the day, that has nothing to do with you. Your father’s choices are his own, and likewise is yours to you. If carrying that cane bugs you at all, it shouldn’t be for what your father did, but because of what you do. You want to earn it, then do so by becoming a skilled thief. Skilled enough that you can steal your father back from the monster what stole him.” Sylvester smiled, and he spun the cane in his grip. “Thanks, Bentley. I really needed to hear that. So what all do I need to do?” “Well, you could take the usual route up the road, but that would be tedious, treacherous, and put you directly in the line of sight of Leone’s guards. Or you could scale those trees, use those outcrops of rock like wall hooks to propel yourself upwards, and sneak into the camp via the various foliage and natural cover provided.” “I’ll take door number 2, please.” “Alrighty then, kid. I’ll be watching by drone. Show me what you got.” Sylvester put away his binnocucom, and he took off for the outskirts of town. There were a number of skinny sapote nut trees growing in a grove under the cliff side, which made for a quick and easy climb. Once he broke the upper canopy, he spied the rock outcroppings that acted as natural wall hooks. “Let me see if I remember this correctly.” Sylvester mused. “Like dad always says, know your equipment and tricks. To latch on, it’s as simple as jumping and hitting the () button. This hook should extend my reach for that. Next, you pull back on the left stick to build up potential energy, and you simply release to propel yourself forward. Grade school stuff.” He jumped, reached out with the cane…and missed his mark by a wide margin. With a shout, he went plummeting back to earth with a heavy thud. After crawling out of a crater bearing his shape, Sylvester shook himself off and tried again. It would take a good couple of hours of trial and error before Sylvester finally managed to scramble all the way to the ledge. His body was sore and his pride was bruised, but he no less made it and sought refuge in a large bush. He could see the equally exhausted bodyguards for the wrestler patrolling around, though it was obvious they would rather be sleeping than walking. Heck, a couple were sleepwalking. Sylvester fetched out his binnocucom, plugging back into Bentley. “I made it, Bentley, for better or for worse. But now what? There’s four of these guys by my count, and I am not juggling them in the air so I can slam them down again. I just don’t have the energy for it.” “Looks like you might not have to.” Bentley mused. “There’s plenty of foliage, which means this is the perfect opportunity to test the new modification I made for the cane.” “Modification?” Sylvester balked. “Bentley, are you trying to tell me you’ve been messing around with the Cooper Cane? An old relic passed down from Cooper to Cooper across the years? Are you crazy?” “It’s not like I’m going to break it.” Bentley replied snappily. “It’s not the cane itself that’s a relic, but the gilded hook on the end. It’s removable, and whenever Sly needs some fancy gadgets to get the job done, I remove it and replace it with a replica that’s better suited for the job. The real cane head is kept in a vault back here in the safe house. But that cane head you’ve got right there is one of my favorite creations and one I’m a tad surprised I never tried before: a literal grappling hook.” Sylvester’s jaw hit the ground. “Are you kidding me?! You have any idea how many times I fell off this stupid cliff, and now you’re telling me that I had a grappling hook the whole time?!” “Don’t shout, you goof!” Bentley hissed. “Don’t forget you’re in enemy territory. Drowsy or not, these guys’ll show you no mercy if they hear you. Hence where the grappling hook comes in. It’s a genius bit of engineering, if I do say so myself. You can use it to climb, pick pockets from far away, and snag baddies and drag them towards you in a helpless tug. Once you’ve dragged them into the bushes, all they need is a good whack to the head, and they’re kicking up major Zs.” “Sorry, Bentley, I can’t hear you over the sounds of my back bruising.” “You sure you’ve never met Sly before? I swear, you two have a shared penchant for smart mouthing is positively uncanny. Look, you’re there already, and you’ve got a job to do. Use the R2 button to enter firing mode, and focus the reticle to grab something. You can grab a person from any position, but I’d highly recommend going for the head. That should cover their mouth and keep them from making noise. Remember, you’re only invisible until you’re seen. Good luck.” The call was dropped, and Sylvester grumbled under his breath while making a note to glue the turtle’s glasses to his face. He took his position in his bush, and he studied his quarry. They were all spread out, and he had plenty of cover to work with in the form of various bushes and trees to hide behind. One of the guards, a lanky lizard that really needed a cup of joe, lazily drifted into his line of fire. Taking a cool breath, he took aim, and he focused on the head as per Bentley’s instructions. With a click and a WHOOSH, the C-shaped hook fired via a chain, and it snagged the lizard in the face, cutting off his scream as he was zipped in like a fish on a reel. As soon as he entered the bush with him, Sylvester reclaimed his cane and slammed the guy in the head with a BAM! The guard slumped over with an unconscious groan, and Sylvester swiftly ducked into a fresh bush. He continued this process three more times, effortlessly capturing guards and giving them a good thwacking with the end of his cane. Soon, the lot was clear, and he was free to move out into the clearing. Or so he thought. “Bentley!” Sylvester squeaked into his binnocucom. “There’s a fifth guard, and he’s a big one!” It appeared that a large flashlight guard had gone off to heed the call of nature, and he was strutting his way back into camp. “When he sees his buddies are gone, he’ll know something’s up and alert Leone. He’s way too big to be felled by a blow to the head.” Indeed. It was by far the biggest crocodile he had ever seen, though, truthfully, he hadn’t seen many. From the other side of the screen, he could hear Bentley humming, taking in the big fellow and analyzing potential solutions. “Is there a big tree nearby?” Sylvester looked around, and he spied a tall sapote nut tree. “Yeah?” “Ok, here’s where we need to get more…elevated. Get to the highest branch you can and position yourself so that the brute’ll step under you. Then use the grappling hook to pull him up towards you. Just before he reaches you, let him go by pressing the R2 button. Provided you’re high enough up, a straight fall should be enough to knock him out.” “That or snap his spine. Bentley, I don’t…” “It’s either that or Leone finds you and introduces you to his many, many submission holds and body slams.” “I’m climbing! I’m climbing!” Sylvester made a speedy scaling up the tree, careful not to drop the many nuts on the various branches before scrambling across the longest, thickest branch he could find. He then prepared his cane as the beast came into view. Already he was running, looking for his missing comrades, and he was completely unawares of Sylvester’s presence. Saying a little prayer, he fired his grappling hook, catching the thug under his arms before hoisting him up quickly until the two of them were looking eye to eye. “For the record, this wasn’t my idea.” Sylvester said with a sheepish smile. “So…sorry.” With that, he disconnected and let him drop with a heft KERPLOP! Sylvester then let himself down, checking the guy over. He’d be bruised, but thankfully he wasn’t severely hurt. “Get him out of sight.” He could hear Bentley say from the com at his belt. “Then get to snapping those pictures before Leone becomes suspicious.” Sylvester rolled his eyes and took out his camera. “These stupid pictures better be worth it. How my family has been doing this for centuries I’ll never understand.” He crept his way over to the trailer, thinking over how the camera worked. Step 1: switch on binnocucom with the L3 button. Step 2: focus the zoom with the L1 and L2 buttons until the reticle turned green. Step 3: hit the R1 button to instantly snap the desired photograph. Simple as pie. “Ok, Mr. Immortal Wrestler, let’s see what makes you tick.” While pressing himself against the side of the trailer, he peaked inside and scanned the interior. His first photo was a stack of takeout boxes ranging from pizza to Chinese and even Puerto Rican dishes. Sylvester couldn’t help but feel bad for the delivery boys that had to make their way up here, but he felt worse for anyone else that had to sit in that trailer because he could smell decomposing food from outside. The next photo came in a series of flyers and posters depicting Leone across the years. The picture was the same, though it was clear that it had been at least forty years since he had started wrestling. Suffice to say, if he was one of a few select people set to challenge the all time champ, then this guy was clearly doing something right despite his advanced age. Photo number three was of a set of bottles with a clear liquid inside. Water, perhaps. Beside them was a sign of advertisement that read, “Waters of Eternal Youth”. It was likely from the fabled fountain of youth, which meant Leone was preparing to sell his magical elixir for big bucks. “This isn’t telling me much.” Sylvester mused aloud. “Come on! Where’s the juicy bits? The embarrassing stuff that’s going to make me go…” Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and out stepped Leone De Ponce. “HOLY SMOKES! HE’S OLD AND FAT!” Indeed, contrary to his posters and multiple pieces of promotional material, the so called immortal king of the ring appeared to be innumerable number of years older than was advertised, and that had been an old age to begin with, and his mane was actually a toupee, and crooked at that. The only reason he hadn’t heard Sylvester’s outburst was because he was already rather preoccupied. To maintain his image, it seemed that Leone had taken to wearing a girdle, and he was sucking in his sizable gut in an effort to make it fit. With much straining, and a number of sights that were going to scar Sylvester for life, he finally managed to get it fastened down and fixed his mane. “Well that was a load.” Leone grumbled, his accent more like someone from Chicago rather than Greece. “But it’ll all be worth it. Two more matches, and then I bean old Del Torro, and then I can cruise the easy life on the killing I’ll make selling this junk.” He grabbed an empty bottle, turned on the tap, and filled it up before slapping a label on it. “Seriously, these chumps’ll buy anything, especially if it comes from the underground world champion. Heck, maybe I’ll franchise.Restaurants, hotels, and maybe even a movie deal: I’ve got me the perfect little monopoly deal going.” Not if these many, many, many photos had been taking had anything to say about it. He even had one of the lion’s bad side that he was going to show Bentley especially because of the rock climbing incident. “But still, you can’t be too careful.” He walked over to a box with a pair of wrenches over a turtle skull emblazoned over the lock, and he opened it, revealing several darts with a strange fluid in them. “Stuff costed an arm and a leg, but dang if it ain’t been worth it. One little prick, and my opponent are off to Lalaland while I make my way to the winner’s circle.” He had a good hearty laugh what shook his entire trailer, which trailed off into a hacking cough, and Sylvester slunk his way out from view. His past pain was gone, and now he was mad. “Charlatan! Faker! Graphic violence I’m ok with, thieving is in my blood, but I cannot tolerate a jerk what would dare to take something as sacred and holy as showmanship for personal gain! I maybe be a circus performer from the other side of the tracks, but I’m also an artist, and everything this…this…this phony is doing spits in the face of everything I stand for!” In a rage, he kicked the trailer. What he hadn’t expected, however, was the logs used to lock the wheels of the trailer to roll out. The last Sylvester saw of the trailer was it going thirty miles an hour down a sharp incline all the way back to town. Sylvester could only stand there numbly and watch, as well as hear Leone screaming from inside before an inevitable crash at the city gates. Just then, his binnocucom buzzed, signaling that Bentley was calling. “I heard a crash! Sylvester, are you alright?” “I’m fine, Bentley. I just, sorta, helped Leone find his way back down the cliff now that his buddies are taking siestas. Suffice to say, my method is a lot faster than being carried.” “Yes, I’m getting reports now of his trailer crashing against the wall. Hey, maybe we’ll be lucky and he’s been taken out from the fight so that Murray wins by default.” “Oh, I’m not so sure of that. He had plenty of padding.” “Huh?” “I’ll let the photos do the talking for me. See you in a few.” He put his binnocucom away, and he looked down the very tall cliff. “Now how in the heck do I get down?”
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