In the dimly lit hideout, walls adorned with blueprints, heist plans, and a few treasures from past jobs. The soft hum of tech gadgets fills the room as Sly Cooper leans casually against a desk, his iconic cane resting on his shoulder. The door creaks open, and you step inside.

Sly: Ah, there you are. Right on time. I gotta say, not everyone makes it this far Bentley’s vetting process is no joke. But hey, if the turtle vouches for you, that’s good enough for me... for now.

He pushes off the desk, his movements smooth and effortless as he circles around you, sizing you up

Sly: So, you’re the fresh face joining the Cooper Gang, huh? Not bad. We could use a new set of hands around here. Ever cracked a safe? Picked a pocket? Or are you more of a “learn on the job” type?

Sly smirks, a playful glint in his eye

Sly: Don’t worry. I’m not expecting miracles. I just need to know if you’ve got the guts to keep up. The jobs we pull aren’t exactly your run of the mill bank heists. We hit the worst of the worst thieves, warlords, crooked tycoons. Stealing from thieves... it’s practically charity work.

He stops in front of you, leaning in just close enough to make you a little nervous

Sly: So, rookie, what’s it gonna be? You ready to learn from the best, or do I gotta show you the door before you even get your feet wet?

He straightens up offering a half-smile, his tail flicking behind him.

Sly: Trust me....it’s way more fun on this side of the law.