As soon as Nick drove away, instead of the loudspeaker he heard the same voice from the radio "Yeah, this is 1-16 this guy is not stopping, I'm code 3. Any backup available?"

"Backup is not available at the moment. Standby until further notice." The immediate answer came from the station, which made Nick realize that they are not taking him seriously for now. Backup was always available at the station. But they had to keep the big guns for someone more dangerous.

"Come on guys, we need to make them believe I'm not with you." Nick sighed and took his leg off the gas pedal, as he already had a huge lead against his colleagues. If he wanted he could have easily escaped right now, but that wasn't the plan. So he patiently waited up for the others and pushed the gas again, but not as violently to help his colleagues keep up.

No wonder why we are struggling to catch the racers. If they don't want to be caught, just step on the gas and get out of view. Only idiots like me would like to be chased.

As minutes passed and was still being chased by only one cop car, he admitted that he needed to up his game in order to sell the idea that he is not with the police. The advice of the panther suddenly crept its way to his mind. 'Trade paint with a few… Do some property damage'. And who else would know better how to dance on the officers' nerves than the guys who mess with the police in the first place. He saw a few bins placed in front of houses, which gave him an idea so he hopped on the curbstone.

"Whoever owns this house… I'm sorry." Nick muttered as he ran over those trash cans

"This guy just ran over some bins, and I'm still alone on this chase. Get me some cover before he decides to damage more things." The police radio sounded up which was almost immediately followed by the answer.

"The chase escalated to condition two, I repeat condition two. Backup should be with you in a few minutes"

Now we're getting somewhere… Nick thought to himself but still needed some more… This will take a while. Nick sighed and prepared for the worst. A few hours of his night will need to be sacrificed on this chase. He bumped a few road signs out of place and even destroyed some already old wooden fences, yet no 'Special units' got called on his chase. Clawhauser occasionally asked for some status updates, and with time, he raised the attention level to condition 3 but other than that he wasn't in the center of attention. 4 cars chased him and that's it.

He gulped on the next step of his plan. Minute by minute he got closer to that hypothetical line of 'Being too much' He. Saw a civil car, and steered to almost hit it. Right before passing it Nick pulled the steering wheel on it, making a dent on the other car (And most likely making another dent on his one too.) He gritted his teeth together while listening to the loud and well-deserved car horn.

"Dispatch! This guy just did an MVA with a civil car! I need backup ASAP! 10-33, I repeat 10-33!"

"Acknowledged, 1-16, sending additional units in your way."

"This is 1-22, I'm a few miles away from your current position. Will be there shortly."

"Situation escalated to condition 4. Repeat, the chase is now condition 4. Ramming units and spike strips are authorized."

"Well, shit…" Nick said. Sure it was his plan so his colleagues would take him seriously, but now the risk became higher too. This is when his phone started to ring, with the clearly readable name 'Buffalobutt' "OOOOOHHH boy…" He reluctantly picked it up, and almost dropped it because of the loud tone of Bogo.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WILDE?!"

"Chief… I know you are angry…"

"Am I angry? AM I ANGRY? I'M FURIOUS, WILDE! STOP THAT FUCKING CAR RIGHT NOW AND I MIGHT NOT KICK YOUR RED TAIL INTO JAIL FOR 30 YEARS!"

"Look, I'm doing this for a reason!" Nick tried to convince his boss "The payout is huge! I promise I will pay for all the damage I caused, Bye!"

"DON'T YOU DARE…" Bogo started but Nick ended the call immediately. Yep, I just jumped over that imagined moral line like an Olympic champion. He thought to himself. Meanwhile, their ramming units joined the call too, meaning the time of dodging was near.

Suddenly his phone rang again. He thought it was the chief, but instead of 'Buffalobutt' another name shone brightly on it, namely 'Carrots'

"Come on, Judy not now…" He declined the call, just to get it again 3 seconds later. It was obvious that she wouldn't give up until she could talk Nick off the idea of whatever he had in mind, so Nick did the only reasonable thing in this situation… He turned off his phone. "Sorry Carrots, no phone while driving." He kept the off button pushed down, and glancing back at the road, his eyes widened, about 100% of their original size for spotting an SUV roaming straight at him. He quickly steered to the right, almost hitting the wall, but to his luck, he had enough space to steer back. "This is exactly why you don't use the phone while driving!"

"This is Bogo Speaking" the radio sounded up again "I'm making this call condition 5. I want ALL available units chasing Nicholas Wilde. Helicopters, ramming units, fucking rocket launchers I don't care. Get his stupid head under custody at all cost!"

"OH FUCK." Nick shouted at the radio.

"Ahh… With all respect sir, can you repeat that last sentence? I'm not sure I got that right, over."

"The suspect we are chasing is Nicholas Wilde, and yes, Clawhauser before you ask OUR Nicholas Wilde. Get him detained before I get him detained and do something with him I regret later!"

This was followed up by a few seconds of complete silence. Nobody said anything, only the sirens were ringing behind Nick. Finally, Clawhauser's voice was heard. "Units streetwide, you've heard the chief. Our main priority is to detain the silver Herd Mustang at all costs… Criminal profile… Nicholas Piberius Wilde… "

Oookay… This is bad. This is bad… I have to stop. That's the only way to come clean. No more races, no Big 12, just stop.

He stepped off the pedal, and the speedometer started showing slower and slower speed. It's over. At this point, it's worse to keep going as it makes more bad than good.

A car pulled on his right, finally having a good look at Nick. With a slight frown, he raised one paw as a greeting gesture, but still without looking in the eye of his colleague. Now, he was going with less than 80, preparing to stop.

The loudspeaker, in a bit unsure voice, sounded up. "I… I need you to stop the vehicle. And step out of the car."

"I know… I know…" Nick answered like they could hear him. He didn't want to stop. He knew he had to, but he wanted to finish what he started. At this point, it was clear that there was nothing about the job. He wanted to win the Big 12.

The speedometer showed 50.

I can't do this… I just can't

40 miles per hour

It would be a more immature move than Wildcard's pub visit. I have to end this.

30 miles per hour.

But again… for the first time in years, I felt like I belonged somewhere… I had Pack.

25…

Judy might forgive me if I keep going. I'm not sure if anyone else will.

20…

"I'm sorry Carrots…" Nick muttered and stepped on the pedal again, gaining speed quickly. Within a few seconds, he was again above 100.

"Yeah, he is not stopping. I'm still code 3."

"Was he actually Wilde?"

"Ah… yes. I can confirm."

"What is he doing?"

"I have no clue."

Suddenly an even more familiar voice hit Nick's ears.

"1-13 joining the call."

"Hopps, what are you doing here? Go back home, your shift is over." Bogo's pissed-off voice was heard.

"With all due respect sir, I'm still the only one who might get him to stop on his own. Just get me close enough."

"Why don't you just call him?"

"Turned off his phone. As I said, just… keep an eye on him until I get there. Don't use any additional equipment, and please call off the ramming units for now."

Meanwhile, a helicopter already got on his trail. Which immediately crossed out the quick escape plan. Those metal birds always found a way to follow the suspect, except into tunnels. Other than that, with a full tank, they can easily keep up for at least 3 or 4 hours.

Minutes passed and no SUVs were seen anywhere, so Judy's request found listening ears. Nick wasn't sure how long that can be lengthened though, so he had to do something.

He tried everything to finally get away but at this point, it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to evade that easily. Since wrecking cars was still something he refused to do, his only hope was either the highway, or frequent turns in the city, so the officers would lose sight.

At first, he decided to try the highway. His car was more than quick so it could be a way of escaping. Plus even if it wasn't, that chopper needed to be emptied of kerosene, and a few laps on the highway might help with that.

His glance got directed to his own petrol tank signal, and it seemed like it was almost half empty, probably a bit more. He nodded and thought it should be enough for tonight, he kept on pushing the pedal.

For only a split second, he saw their cruiser, which presumably contained an angry and worried rabbit, who worked on getting closer to him.

"Good luck keeping up on the highway, carrots," Nick muttered, as saw more and more patrol cars falling behind. Mia's upgrade helped a lot to his already fast car. It felt like a sin how fast his car was.

However, there was one cop car that didn't fall behind. It wasn't familiar at all to Nick, so at first, he thought, some racer saw him and was about to challenge him. Well, at least it would have been his thought if the red-blue lights didn't tell him otherwise. Whatever it was, it's new. But what's more important, it was able to keep up.

"Stop it, Wilde," Bogo's voice came from the loudspeaker. "My patience is running low."

"Ah. So the chief gets the best cars. Nobody said life was fair." Nick muttered while going around a traffic car. The others were still visible, but quite far behind, while the Chief got closer and closer.

"Come on now, you better stop… Last chance…"

Because Nick had no intention of stopping, Bogo's voice was heard again, now in the radio.

"Spike strips are authorized."

"No! Chief, just wait a few more minutes!"

"I'm done waiting, Hopps, if that fox wants to do things the hard way, I will give him the hard way."

Now the highway didn't seem like a great place to be on. As good of an idea as it was, it's too risky now, with spikes allowed. Popping your tires with 200+ miles per hour is just asking for trouble

"Preparing spikes. Near milestone 11." Someone through the radio said.

"That Was quick" Nick gritted his teeth and prepared for the worst. "So Milestone 11."

It was close. About 2 miles close, which with this speed wasn't a distance at all.

"Fuel levels are critical I ah… I need to bail on this chase."

The one flying the chopper said, which was superb news for Nick. Seems like they didn't have a full tank at the start. It was now or never. He spotted a cop car on the side of the road, preparing to trap his wheels. He just needed to time it, so the trap rather hit the chief's tires and not his.

He positioned himself directly in front of the buffalo, inches away from its front bumper, then at the last possible second, he turned the wheels, probably missing the spikes by an inch. The chief, however, ran through it. Not directly, but both front left and rear left tires popped, which was enough for the cop car to slow down.

"Yes!" Nick allowed himself a bit of celebration before turning off the highway. He had to disappear before the chopper found him, and with a full tank, the chase could last for another four hours. He made his way off the road and on side roads, he made it to his garage. When finally parking the car, he gave a relieved sigh which turned into a laugh.

"I give in my resignation, sir." However, this smile slowly turned into a frown. First time in years he had an honest job and he just threw it out at the first possible opportunity for another shifty one. "I'll connect with Judy as soon as it's all over." He promised himself. There was only one thing he wanted to keep and that is his relationship with Judy. They already shut their mouth about a mafia boss, a street racer shouldn't be too big of a problem for her to keep quiet about.

He was about to leave the garage when he realized it was not a good idea. His house will be the first place for the police to look for him. Well… I'll just gotta sleep in my garage for the time being…

AN: Interesting choice on Nick's part isn't it? Am I actually planning on having him permanently as a street racer? I guess you'll have to stick to the end to see.

Until next time. Bye for now.