C-Block. Where they keep some of the lowest, low life you will ever see. There's always at least ten armed guards making sure there are no riots or escapes. Many people get lonely here. You can't go a day in this hell-hole without hear about someone "dropping the soap".
Brian knows everything that goes on Mobius State Prison. You can't say something without it going back to him he knew everything. Everything, but what was about to happen to him. He had been locked in here for a good four and a-half years. At eighteen, he is the youngest animal in here. Unlike most of the people in this dump, he still remembers the outside world. He still remembers the trees, the birds. He even remembers the day his life went down the crapper, but chooses not to talk about it.
Tomorrow, he will have finally paid his debt to society. He should be happy, but he isn't. He will never be happy till that son of a bitch Sonic is either dead or in jail. Brian then decided to do push ups to pass the time. He was able to do about 65, before he could fall asleep.
The next morning, he was awakened by a guard. "Get up!" he demanded while throwing his clothes at him, "you are finally getting out of this fucking cell. You should be glad that you're not going to be someone's girlfriend."
"Fuck off!" Brian yelled back picking up his clothes.
"Hey! I can fucking extend your fucking time in this fucking place you fucking…"
"Johnson!" Brian recognized that voice anywhere. That was the voice of Jackson, the head guard. "Get back to your post! Sorry 'bout that Brian."
"No problem. I was just leaving any way."
"So, how does it feel to be a free hog?"
There was a long pause until they got to the door. Then Brian finally said something, "Great."
At about eight pm, Brian was at a bar. He was just sitting there when a young rabbit, not older than eleven, with a great body walked up to him. "You're Brian, right?"
"Yea, who's asking?"
"Name's Cream. I want to hire you." Brian was about to ask what when, "Her name is Amber. She's moving in on my man. I want her gone. For good."
"Why do you think I would take the job?"
"Because you won't be able to find a job. You will receive your pay when she's out of the picture."
Brian watched her leave the bar. When she was gone he said, "Yo Barkeep, let me get another beer." When the bartender turned around to get him a beer, Brian reached over, grabbed the 9mm, and put it in his jacket pocket. He was going to use that later.