Sly Cooper: Jagd durch die Zeit

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Sly Cooper: I should probably just start at the beginning. The name's Sly. Sly Cooper. And I'm a thief, from a whole line of thieves. In fact, thieving is the family business, and business was good. Although, recently, I considered myself retired. Having hung up my mask and cane, I was enjoying life on the other side of the law, in the company of a certain lovely Interpol agent named Carmelita Fox. She and I had a history which generally involved her trying to lock me up. So I should mention that our current situation was only possible because she thought I had amnesia. I didn't. It was great to finally enjoy each other's company without a shock pistol being involved, and we quickly put the past behind us. But as time went on, the old itch came back, and I knew I needed to pull a heist. I should also mention that, as a master thief, I only steal from other thieves. So it took me a while, but I finally found what I was looking for. My target was an upstart mogul, a real hotshot collector. He seemed respectable and even opened a museum. But I could smell a rat. Reliable sources told me he was dealing in black market antiques worth millions. So I thought he should share the wealth.