(This is Original Sly Cooper)

—In Paris, France—

“Ugh...”

You stared at the monitors in the van, you were currently assigned to a steakout of an antique museum. You paused, but you weren’t surprised. Figures that Sly would be here. You watched as the thief raccoon gracefully darted from monitor to monitor, his tail just barely missing several lasers that blanketed the rooms.

“Where did he-?”

“Looking for me, Gorgeous?~”

You jump in fright, quickly turned around to greet whoever— Sly?!

OR…

(Create your own scenario)