Nick left the club adjusting his tie, after looking for the bunny cop. afterward, he decided to leave getting his stuff. He was a bit irritated that Judy without even telling him but could not hold it against her. From her tone it was clear she didn't actually want his help, she just needed help getting started.

Nick made his way to the "Hip-Hop Hot Pocket" pool house, a Billiard place where Finnick often frequented. the smaller fox waved as Nick sat beside him holding a pitcher of beer.

"Hey, get this guy a plate of wings and a beer" Finnick called out as one of the cooks nodded

"Hey Nicky, how has your day been," Finnick asked sipping from the pitcher as Nick picked up a menu.

"A brief change of pace, that bunny cop, asked me to help her with a case" Nick informed as Finnick chuckled.

"Seriously, how did that go," Finnick asked taking another sip of his drink as Nick shrugged.

"Wasn't that bad, especially considering how we played her earlier" Nick answered as Finnick looked at him laughing at the encounter.

'So where is Officer Fluffy Buns now?" Finnick asked as Nick shrugged as a glass of beer was placed before him. Nick reached for the amber glass taking a sip as Finnick set his pitcher down.

"Still on the case, apparently she doesn't need me" Nick explained.

"Wanna play a round of pool?" Finnick asked glancing at the green table as Nick shrugged setting down his beer as the two approached the Billards table. Nick placed a few coins in the table pushing a button as an array of colored balls dropped. The two racked them up.

"I'm breaking the balls" Nick stated grabbing the cue off the wall as he lined at the end of the table while Finnick kept adjusting the balls. The smaller fox lifted the rack placing it away.

Nick pushed the cue cracking the balls as they traveled on the green game between the two was well played as a Finnick noticed a pig in a white suit, brown pants, and a pink tie.

"Nick, that hog" Finnick whispered as Nick shrugged.

"That look on his eyes does seem shifty" Nick added they watched him make his way to the cook who handed him a paper bag.

"One Grilled Cheese and a side of coleslaw" The chef stated as the Pig pulled a paper square from his bag unwrapping it, biting into the sandwich. before leaving.

Nick, do you know who that is?" Finnick asked as Nick shook his head hitting the Cueball.

"That's Alexander Leche, You know Sweet Tusk, the kingpin. The guy uses an ice cream truck as a cover to sell drugs" Finnick stated as Nick looked at him.

"Finnick, how do you know this and why am I just hearing it" Nick stated.

"He's hard to find, besides what difference does it make, the cops can't catch him" Finnick explained as Nick clenched the chalk in his paw as it exploded into a cloud of blue dust.

"Finnick, If there is one thing I can not stand, it's people who think they can get away with selling junk to kits" Nick replied as Finnick took a shot.

"Well, what are you gonna do?" Finnick asked as Nick smiled.

It was a noon by the time Leche returned to his Ice Cream truck, he locked the door as he opened the tub of his ice cream truck checking his watch. Leche opened a hidden door exposing a few blocks of a blue substance about the size of sugar cubes. Leche picked one up crushing it as the dust landed in the Ice cream.

Leche stirred the ice cream as there was a knock on his door. the pig opened the door to the side of the truck. Nick stood wearing his dark brown hoodie. he looked up revealing a white cloth mask. he closed the door locking it, not gonna deal with it as he saw a first burst thru the steel wall

"Who in blazes are you?" Leche asked staring at the lifeless mask as Nick opened the rear door walking in the truck.

"Me, I'm the guy who's going to take you down" Nick stated cracking his fists.

"Don't you know who I am, does your mom know your wearing pantyhose on your head?" Leche asked as Nick opened the lid.

"Yeah, Sweet Tusk, you're the guy who thinks he can get away with selling drugs in his Ice Cream" Nick responded dipping his claw in the frozen mixture as he picked up a sugar cube of the drug.

"What is it?" Nick asked as Leche chuckled looking at the fox.

"Fairy dust and glitter" Leche responded as Nick flicked the cube hitting leche in the eye as he slammed his face on the metal counter.

"I'm not gonna ask again," Nick asked clenching his paw on the counter as Leche stood up.

"Boy, don't you know who I am, one of the biggest dealers in the city, no one has managed to take me down" Leche replied spitting a red glob.

"I Have not tried yet" Nick claimed before slamming him back in the edge knocking him out as Nick looked at the unconscious pig.

"Damn it" Nick replied placing the cube in his pocket as he left the truck. Nick bent the handle to keep the door from opening. Nick put his paw on the end of the truck pushing it into an alleyway as he walked across the sidewalk.

Nick made his way to a payphone entering.

"Weird, not every day you say a payphone," Nick thought before calling the cops.

"This is the ZPD, how may we be of service," The voice said as Nick held the phone.

" Yeah, I would like to report an ice cream truck stuck in an alleyway, full of drugs" Nick stated

"Full of drugs," the voice said as Nick run his claw on the metal frame.

"Yeah, on Stonewall street, hard to miss" Nick informed hanging up as he walked across the street to Finnick's van, opening the back door.

"What's with the Mask?" Finnick asked as Nick removed the cloth from his face sliding it in his pocket.

"Sweet Tusk is a master criminal I did not want him seeing my face, there's a big difference between him and street punks" Nick explained

"How was it?" Finnick asked chewing as he put his paw in a bag of popcorn as Nick sighed removing his coat.

"So-so, nothing exciting" Nick replied as Finnick looked at him.

"Nicky, you just took down Sweet Tusk, one of the cities biggest criminals, the ZPD have spent months trying to find him, you took him down just like that" Finnick replied snapping his fingers.

"It was too easy, there was no challenge" Nick replied as they waited until the cops arrived on the scene. they used to truck to move the Ice cream truck into the street. cutting the handles on the door the dragged out Leche was muttering in a dazed stated as they forced him into the back of a cruiser.

"Soon city will be talking about how Sweet Tusk got busted" Finnick smiled as Nick sighed.

"Someone else will just take his place, that's what people don't understand, crime can't be stopped," Nick replied.

"Well, that is why the City needs a hero" Finnick proclaimed as Nick sighed.

"You know how I feel about that word, I am NOT a hero, I'm just a guy who messes up bad mammals" Nick replied as Finnick sighed.

"So an Anti-hero" Finnick teased as Nick sipped his warm beer.

"Whatever" Nick replied as the two stayed in the alleyway watching the news truck arrive. The arrest of Sweet Tusk was apparently a big deal as the two sat eating from a box of candies.

"So about Emmet, are you gonna go all antihero on his case?" Finnick asked as Nick looked up.

"Well that cop is already on the case and it's clear she does not want my help" Nick stated as finnick looked at him.

"You don't need her approval, if it's just you" Finnick stated as Nick ate another piece of candy.

"I have no leads" Nick replied as Finnick stared at him.

"Nick How do you get information in the city, you beat up it's underbelly" Finnick stated as Nick held the mask in his paws as he considering beating up the underworld for leads.