Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce you. I'm Isaac. I'm a twenty year old wolf, born and raised in the urban areas of Zootopia. By the age of fifteen, my friend Nicholas introduced me to the concept of the Blackmarket, and I was instantly hooked. Ever since, we have been tight colleagues and rarely had a day off. Working was our passion. Our life. Until a certain request of a very respected man changed that. Actually, that's where we left off, right? Well, don't let me waste your time.
I shoved the coins into the payphone, before picking up the phone and dialing.
"Yes, this is Slick."
I sighed in relief of the voice of my old friend, smiling. "Hey Slick. Listen, we fucked up. Me and Nicholas? We went for it, and it bit us in the ass. Could you hollar to Hemsen?" I asked, looking around to meet some strange looks from the passerbies.
A moment of silence ensued, before I heard him spit something out, and coughing.
"Jesus, Slick, you alright?," I asked, looking up as I heard him choking.
"That was you two!? Christ, you're all over the news, Isaac! You and Nicholas really messed up bigtime. You literally took a job to take the two most famous police officers in Zootopia HOSTAGE?.. Christ.. Chr- Alright, do you have anything that can tie you to the crime? Is this phone tapped?" He blurted out questions. I looked down at myself, and sighed. I was literally walking evidence. The coat, which was completely drenched in mud and water, not to mention I was myself, and I still had the tranquilizer on me. All the blue had to do was stop and pick me up.
"You could say I couldn't be more obvious to the crime. And don't worry, it's a payphone. But I get what you mean, get rid of the clothes, the trank. I'll get on it." He answered with a simple yep, and hung up. Slick. I hung the phone up, and started to look around the gas station I recently got to. "REG", They called it. I sighed, walking inside, only to see three police officers standing by the cashier and chatting.
"Yes, so, if you see a goat, or a wolf following the description, please do call. We don't know what they exactly look like, as they were masked, but you should be able to tell by their clothing. Especially the wolf, Officer Hopps told us he fell down a cliff. He should clearly look like he had a rough tim-" Fuck that shit. I dodged in behind a stack of beans, and snuck away from the cashier and the trio of cops. I looked around me, grunting, looking for any apparel I could wear in the gas station. Nothing. Damnit. I sighed, and continued to sneak in between shelves of goods to find any kind of apparel, before looking up to see a staff only sign on a door. Perfect. In a sneaking manner, I walked up to it, and twisted the handle. Damnit. Locked. I snuck up behind a shelf and peeked over at the officers and the cashiers. A sheep. Great. Looking down at what she was wearing, I noticed the gas station's name on it, and a pair of fitting pants. Awesome, that must mean that.. I looked over at the staff only door, and saw it open up. A one way lock? Before it fully opened, I ran up to stand behind the door as it was getting opened. A female cheetah exited, with the same brand of clothes that the cashier wore. Examining her quickly, I snuck into the staff only door before it closed. The room consisted of a pair of lockers, and a hallway leading to what seemed like a break room for the deployees. I smirked, grabbing the locker, and opening to see all kinds of pants and shirts.. But no wolf made. I sighed, smashing my head against the locker.
"Hey! You're not suppo-" A male voice was interupted by me slamming the locker door into his face by instinct. Slowly looking over at him with wide eyes, I realized I had knocked out a wolf. With janitor clothes. Examining them, I slid him closer a-
"Hey, what're you doing to Mark?!" I heard. I widened my eyes, and opened another locker, hearing the same metallic smack again. I looked over, and saw the cheetah from before, completely out cold from me slamming the locker into her face.
"Oh my God! San-" SMACK!.. Another one fell victim to the lockers wrath. With wide eyes, I saw the Sheep cashier knocked out cold on the ground. I put on my best poker face, still wrapping my head around that I had knocked three people out with lockers. Looking back at the Mark fella', I grabbed him by his arms and began to undress him.
Fitting the cyan shirt on, I grabbed the cart that the Wolf Mark had been carrying around him. I had put all the knocked out employees in the break room, my other clothes and tranquilizer in a trash bag, hanging by the cleaning cart. Sighing, I waved to the three officers who exitted. They gave me a look, before waving back, and walking out to their cars. I grabbed a towel and pretended to clean a window, smiling to myself, secretly watching as they drove off. As they did, it left me alone in the gas station. Dropping the towel, I started to in a panicking motion look for keys, phones, anything. I groaned, and grabbed the trash bag with my stuff in it, storming out, walking to the nearest car. If I only had some kind of.. Damnit. I searched my pockets, looking for any keys that belonged to Mark. I groaned, before getting out a pocket knife from one of the pockets. Puzzled, I wondered what to do it, before grabbing my shirt and ripping off a long bit of the sleeve and wrapping it around the blade of the knife, then crushing the window on the car with the handle of the knife. I crawled inside, and put the trash bag aside, looking in the glovebox for a key. Not finding anything, I went for underneath the seat a- Tough luck, carowner. I pulled out the car key, and shoved it into the keyhole, twisting it and starting the car. Changing the car into reverse, I turned to drive off on the road, headed towards Zootopia.