"Welcome to the second leg of the Transcontinental Race, for those just tuning in let me catch you up. The exotic vixen Scarlett is leading with 700 points, In second is the roaring star athlete Julius Whyte, with 150 points. With the Teutonic wolf Blitzkrieg with 60 points. and last scoring The legend Himself Red with 50 points. that leaves the Speedaholic Sloth, Nitro, the leather-clad Black Bunny and the southern-born Heavy Load tied for Zero" Chance informed as the drivers were at the checkpoint line.
Red twisted his key in the ignition, starting the engine as the other drivers did the same. Judy looked at Red curious as to why he was the last with points but not really worried. Red was not a stranger to shooting up in the last leg of the race. Judy looked over to Red as he was gripping his steering wheel waiting for the flag to drop. Judy tapped her lap, waiting for the race.
"You mind if I put my paws up?" Judy asked as Red turned to her.
"I'd prefer you not put your paws on the dash of my car" Red replied as she sat still.
"Can I at least put my seat back?" Judy asked as Red nodded giving the Okay while Judy pulled a lever setting the seat back.
"This is always the most anxious part, waiting for the flag to drop" Red stated as next to them Julius was drinking a bottle of water before turning to the fox.
"Hey Red, why are you sucking so bad, I had some much I wanted to say to you but you had to cower in their private room" Julius called out as Red looked to the Lion beside him the Golden colored Hummer.
"I Knew you were a relic past his good by date" Julius teased as Red simply turned to the flagging raising the window which muted Julius as Red reached for dial to the radio.
"What kind of music do you like?" Red asked as Judy put her finger on her chin. She told the fox she liked pop music and country as Red yawned telling her she poor taste in music as the radio began buzzing while Red tapped a button on his earbuds.
"Can you hear me?" a voice said muffled by the audio speakers but it was clear this voice belonged to Vittoria.
"Yeah, I hear you," Red said as the two were testing out their set up. the radio would static hinting the other was speaking and the other had to push a button to open a channel to talk.
"I managed to hack my way into to official race feed, I'll call with tips and heads up on occasion" Scarlett replied as Red thanked her. surprised that she was able to get into the official race feed yet didn't bother getting Red in.
"Well Scarlett, I have to go, let me know if something comes up but don't flood my speaking with worthless jibber jabber" Red replied as Scarlett agreed hanging up as Red looked back to the radio dial.
"Any chance You'll be okay with grunge or fur metal?" Red asked as Judy looked up at him saying she would compromise on classic rock as Red looked at her telling her he was being polite but in reality, it was his car and his rules. Red turned the dial as the radio played a slow guitar song as the two laid back waiting for the flag to drop.
The moment finally came when the flag dropped hitting the ground, signaling the racers to push the gas, driving off. Nitro naturally took the lead due to having the fastest cat as the other followed.
Blitzkrieg was behind the wheel of the War Machine, puffing a cigar before handing it to his navigator. who reached for a wheel on the roof, opening a hatch as the nav stuck his head out. since the car was so armored Blitzkrieg could hardly see thru the metal plate blocking the windows with mash and slants the only view. he relied on his Nav for directions.
"Onward" Blitzkrieg declared pulling the gearshift as the tank treads on the car began spinning. The War Machine was one of the slower vehicles but it was built for destroying not speed. The Tank car rolled along the race track as Blitzkrieg scouted the roads for peds to run over. the roads were mostly empty.
Blitzkrieg took another puff of his cigar, tapping it against his ashtray as The War machine rolled on the road, running over the wreckage left by the other racers. coming up to a car crashed in the middle of the road. it was an old green station wagon with wood trim turned on its side as he turned to his navigator.
"Scan the wreckage to see if there are any survivors, we could use the points" Blitzkrieg order as the Navigator saluted glancing at the wreckage.
"seems to be three horses, two adults, and one child," The navigator said pointing towards the car as The War Machine started, rolling towards the station wagon. The armored car rolled over the station wagon crushing the car like a tin can.
"Looks like that sedan brought Blitzkrieg up to 170 points, and he takes the second place barely passing Julius" Chance commented as they two wolfs laughed.
"Could you not see the tank coming, Dummkopfs" Blitzkrieg gleefully said with his tread trailing red.
"An excellent kill sir-" Blitzkrieg's Navigator said as a bullet pierced the wolf's head, he fell back into the War machine as Blitzkrieg put his arm up sealing the hatch. Looking thru the slants in the metal plates that covered the windows he saw figures approaching.
"Blitzkrieg, leave the vehicle now" one of the figures ordered as the sound of gunfire was heard. Blitzkrieg was not worried. his car was designed to be bulletproof it was literally a tank as the bullets went on. He managed to look thru the mesh covering the slants seeing the figures of sheep.
"So, the wolf's prey comes to him, you all just lined up for the slaughter" Blitzkrieg stated thru a speaker as the laughed.
"Us, that's adorable, you can hardly see in that thing and we have guns, the second you poke your head out, we'll blow it clean off," one of the rams said clearly the leader as Blitzkrieg smiled facing the group who were aiming their guns at the machine.
"I'll give you till the count of 10 to turn and run before I run over you at full force, it's a much more merciful death than the alternative... at least have the courtesy to die with honor" Blitzkrieg offered as the simply told him to screw off.
"Zehn,...Neun,...Acht,...Sieben,..." Blitzkrieg counted as the sheep keep their guns faced on the War Machine, there were about 20 militants they could easily take him as the leader smug confidently.
"Come on you dirty wolf, you don't intimidate us," the leader said as Blitzkrieg was still counting as a glass ball popped out the top of the car transmitting the scene in front of the car to a screen in Blitzkrieg's dashboard.
"Sech,...Funf,...Vier,...Drei,..." Blitzkrieg continued as something slid out of the hood expanding into what was a machine gun as the sheep stepped back. surprised to see the gun.
"Zwei" Blitzkrieg counted
"Sir what do we do, guns were not accounted for" One of the militants said as Blitzkiegadjusting his steering wheel to use the cameras and remote control the gun as it opened fire, shooting at the sheep who scattered, the bullets aimed at their lower area, as most of them were hit in the legs, curling on the floor, clenching their wounds .
"Eins" Blitzkrieg said pulling the throttle as the guns popped back into the car. The War Machine drove forward approaching the flock of sheep, crushing them all under the treads.
"What an awesome kill collection, I'll be honest I did not expect that but are guns allowed to used the Race" Chance spoke as he nodded as someone was talking to him.
"Since the guns were attached to the car, it counts, and that brings Blitzkriegs points to 770" Points, surpassing Scarlett and taking the lead" Chance informed as in the car Blitzkrieg was looking at the corpse of his navigator.
"Your death has been avenged, may you rest in piece Bruder," Blitzkrieg said as the Machine continued on its way in the lead.