Chase Car
Volte Automotive, Savanna Central, The next morning.
Ray turns his green Veep onto the road the shop sits on about a half an hour before opening time. Already there is two of the ZPD large cruisers sitting out front. Standing by the cars are Dawn and another male tiger officer he does not recognize. As he gets closer he notices that the hippo has a scowl on her face. He was hoping she would have cooled off overnight, but it seems she is still mad at the fox.
"You're late." She says as soon as he opens his door.
"I am not late. I am early." he responds as he climbs down out of the car, grabbing his cane and a snarl-bucks cup as he exits.
"I said bright and early, it is almost eight thirty." Pointing to the time on her phone.
"I open at nine." He say walking past her towards the front door.
"Listen, fox, you are in enough trouble as it is."
"For what?" He turns towards her. "Doing what my customers ask?" He is waving his paws around with his cane and coffee cup still grasped in them. "They come in, I work on their cars, they pay me. That's it. I don't care who they are as long as I get paid."
"Well I am actually glad to hear that." She tosses him a set of keys that he catches clumsily with his already full paws. "Here is your next job."
"Wait, what?"
"You are going to take this cruiser and make something that can catch all of your hooligan buddies running around on the streets. The specs and the contract are sitting on the seat. I expect good work from you now Mr. Volpe, you have a reputation to uphold." With that, she nods to the tiger, and they both get into the second cruiser and drive off.
Ten minutes later Toast walks in. Ray has the cruiser pulled into the shop and is sitting in the drivers seat reading over the spec sheet.
"What the hell is this thing doing in here?" The weasel asks.
"New project." Ray mumbles.
"Since when do we work on cop cars."
"Since I pissed off Dawn."
"Again?"
"No...well... yeah, I guess. She is really mad this time."
"What did you do this time?"
"Remember that limo that you thought was Mr. Big's?"
"Yeah?"
"It was his."
"Told ya. And she is pissed at that?"
"Well, he used it to get away from a sting the cops setup."
"Oh!"
"So as punishment I have to make this thing fast."
"That sucks."
"No, it is actually awesome." his signature grin spreading on his muzzle. "I have been wanting to get my hands on one of these for a while, and look at the contract." Ray holds up a sheet of paper to Toast.
"Yeah, looks standard… wait, is that number right?"
"Yeah, flat rate job too. I can have this thing blowing away their specs for half that amount, and we get to pocket the rest. She wanted to punish me, but I think this is a reward."
Toast just whistles as he thinks of the payday from this job.
"But what will the crew think when they get chased by this heap." Toast asks.
"Well, I guess they will just have to pay me to make their cars go faster then this now, won't they." Ray says with a smug grin on his muzzle.
"You are unbelievable." Toast says, shaking his head as he walks into the front of the shop to finish opening up for the day.