Tick... Tick...
Emerald eyes looked down to an unlit cigarette that was bobbing around with the motions of a red muzzle. The gas pump in front of him quietly filled his car as he leaned against the old, beat up clunker. He pulled his hat down to shade his eyes as the pastel sunset pierced through the tall buildings and cut through the dying hullabaloo of a busy day in Zootopia.
Tick... Tick...
Reaching into his long, leather coat, the fox pulled out a Hippo brand lighter, cupping the flame as it lit the cigarette in his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he looked over to the door of the small, family owned gas station, cheerfully named "Porkers". There on the bench in front sat a fennec with large, blonde ears reading the daily newspaper, his eyes hidden by dark sunglasses and his features covered with a hat similar to the red fox's.
Tick...
The red fox let out a large plume of smoke, and got up from his relaxed lean. Putting both hands into his coat pockets, he glanced around as he made his way to the bench. Seeing no other mammals around, the fox stopped just shy of the other animal.
"You ready, pal," the red fox questioned, his expression never changing as he pulled out a pair of sunglasses, donning the dark frames before taking another toke of his cigarette.
"Right behind ya, Nick," the smaller fox replied, folding the paper neatly and placing it on the bench beside him. "Ready t' prove you got it?"
Nick scoffed. "Let's just get this done and get paid."
The fennec smiled, opening the door to the business. "After you."
Nick strode in, hands still in pockets as he looked about the place. Only one other mammal was inside, just a grocery shopping tigress. The fennec strode out the other direction towards the soda pop, eyes darting here and there.
Nick puffed his cigarette as he looked at the postcards in clear eyesight of the cashier, catching the attention of the Pig behind the register.
"Hey, sir, you can't smoke in here," the swine said sternly, trying to get the fox's attention.
Nick stood motionless for just a second before responding with an even larger cloud of smoke than the first time.
"Hey," Joel (the cashier, according to his name plate) yelled, coming around from behind he counter, hooves clenched. "Get that nasty smoke outta my business!"
The pig outstretched his arm to grab a hold of the fox's shoulder when Nick darted to the side, pulling out a blackjack from his coat pocket simultaneously, and clubbed Joel behind the ear, dropping the larger pig cold.
The tigress gasped as she heard the commotion only to find herself in the same position as the pig, knocked out cold as she turned around to find another fox armed with a leather wrapped pipe swinging at her face.
"Bind those paws and make sure our little piggy isn't waking up anytime soon," Nick shouted at the fennec before hopping over the counter.
"What, don't think ya got 'im good enough Nick," the fennec asked, pulling out some makeshift handcuffs.
"Finnick, my expertise is on the plan," Nick said, pulling out a sawn off shotgun from the inside of his coat. "The execution can always be shaky."
With that, the fox laid the scattergun onto the counter and opened the register, pulling out all the cash he could.
"Bet this fatso is gonna wish he paid th' boss for protection now," Finnick said, stuffing his pockets with candy bars and sodas.
"Glad to see you're focusing on the important stuff," the red fox said, stuffing the last remaining bills into his pants pockets. "Start trashing the place."
With that, the two foxes started breaking anything that could be broken. Windows were bashed in, shelves knocked over, no rack or cabinet left unscathed. Finally, with their havoced handiwork complete, the two foxes decided it was best to make their leave, the message surely evident. Walking out the broken front doors, the two foxes ducked their heads and made their way to the car before hearing a slight ding. Nick walked over to the pump and pulled out the nozzle, looking at the price.
$2.83 for 12 gallons.
Nick scoffed, putting the nozzle on the ground and engaging the lever to let the oil pump onto the concrete for a few seconds before leaving it there and hopping into the car.
"Th' boss is gonna be happy with today, kid," Finnick said, taking off his glasses. "We really left them a message."
The fox shook his head, turning on the car and getting one last puff of his cigarette out before taking the butt end out of his mouth. Leaning over Fennec, Nick manually rolled down the window of his beat up Chefurlet, flicking the butt out the window and onto the gasoline puddle. Nick floored the gas pedal, squealing out of the gas station before it erupted in a moderate fireball, the gas pumps being set ablaze.
Taking off the glasses and pulling the shotgun out of his coat, the fox threw his items in the backseat before looking back to the road, a sly grin on his muzzle as he looked at the orangeish-purple painted sky.
"Now we've sent them a message."
AN: Well, here's this. I wanted to work on this for quite some time and now I get to work on it. Woop. But seriously, if you guys have any comments or anything, please let me know! Im trying to stick to short, sweet chapters (unlike my other unfinished stories (oopsie)) so hopefully I won't bore you to death with my atrocious writing. Anyway, if you like it, I'll be posting more at the earliest convenience and please feel free to comment and even hop in on the action if you want! Thanks a lot! - CMP