Thumper
The next two drivers approached the arena, the first a dark brown rabbit wearing cargo pants and a black shirt the other a black horse in dark green pants and a matching hoodie, prepared for the next duel.
A few miles from Zootopia there was a city named Gainsburgh, also known as Petrol City. It was a city that once gleamed like a diamond during the automotive industry. The lust of this city faded years ago.
The streets were dark as pink 73 eldorado lowrider stopped in the parking lot of a restaurant. The door opened as three rabbits left the car. the center one wearing his oversized hoodie and the two at his side as they walked in the restaurant.
The three got a booth, putting their orders in as The leader picked up his water sipping from the glass. the Rabbit sitting in the middle pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket, placing it in his mouth lighting it.
"And you're sure this guy will show," he said blowing a puff of smoke as the goon to his side nodded glancing to the window as the door to kitchen opened as the three rabbits were alone as the owner of the restaurant a cat wearing a fine pressed white suit walked out, walking to the three.
"Would you gentlemen like taller chairs?" The cat asked as the rabbit admitted there were fine, stating if they could have their pizza they would be fine. The waiter said it would be ready soon. The cat sat down across from them.
"I thought we agreed no grunts," The cat said sipping a glass of wine as the middle rabbit smirked.
"Vinnie is my homi- I'm sorry my littermate and the female is Angel, my girl, They are not grunts," He said as the cat nodded, So let's get to formalities, we both know each other," The cat said sipping his wine as the rabbit nodded.
"You, Alister Calhoune, the biggest mafia boss in Petrol City, I've heard you're quite the respected gentleman," the rabbit said as Calhone smirked looking at the rabbit, offering him the first slice of the pizza.
"And you are Mister Bruce Cochrane, or as your 'homeboys' call you Thumper, I was you would at least have the courtesy to care about your appearance, that hoodie as far too big and those baggy trousers are hanging around your legs if you are going to be criminal at least have a sleek appearance and carry yourself with a sense of pride" Calhone lectured as Bruce looked at him.
"You, giving me a lecture on the game" Bruce said taking a sip from his water, washing the taste of pizza from his mouth.
"I'm just saying, you kids today have no respect for the art, it's all gold chains and super tuned cars to you, If you really want to make your mark on the world, people need to know what you mean business-" Calhoune said a gunshot was heard under the table. Calhoune leaped from the table, clenching his stomach. Bruch left the table with his trio, Vinnie holding a handgun as Bruce pulled a shotgun from his coat pocket, cocking it.
"No honor with you kids today" Calhoune muttered as Bruce laughed.
"Honor, We are bangers and you come blathering to us about honor and that junk. The only reason I wanted this meeting was to get you in person so I could personally put a round of buckshot in you, or you could work for me, you're choice kitty" Bruce said as Calhone spit on him, stating his father built the crime game in Petrol City as Bruce gave a smug smile.
"That the problem with you old folks, the game is changing and you old fools are still meeting in restaurants," Bruce said as Calhoune laughed.
"You really think I would not bring some sort of protection or expect this. I had my boys stake out the restaurant, the moment you leave the restaurant your fates are sealed" Calhoune said as Bruce unloaded the shell into the cat's head.
"Vinnie, Angel" Bruce called out as the two pulled their guns out.
"Who brings their girlfriend to a shootout," Vinnie said firing his revolver at the door as one of Calhoune's men entered, crashing through the windows. Angel pulled two SMGs from pants, firing at the windows as Bruch cocked and pumped his shotgun repeating at the windows as the restaurant was filled with corpses of cats in white suits as the three bunnies rested, poking their heads out from the table they had turned over and used for cover.
Angel blew on the barrels of her twin guns as Bruce put her hands around her, sliding them in the waist of her pants, stating how amazing she is
"Well, isn't that a shame" a figure as the turned seeing a fox in a black suit sitting in the bar twirling his fork in a plate of pasta, Bruce withdrew his paws from his girlfriend's belt, wondering when he got there and how they did not notice him. Calypso finished his dish reaching into his wallet, placing some money on the table as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, getting up.
Calypso walked to the mess, tapping the headless corpse of one of Alister's goons with his cane.
"A shame, They made the best pasta in Petrol City," He said as the three aimed their guns at him.
"Well, I guess this your idea of a warm welcome" Calypso said putting his napkin back in his breast pocket as they told him to stay still, Calypso obliged, asking for what reason he was at the restaurant as Calypso smiled.
"I already said it, but I guess it flew over your between your ears, they made the best pasta in Petrol City" Calypso repeated to the three hoodlums who still had their guns.
"We heard you Red, we just don't believe you happened to be here by coincidence," Vinnie said as Calypso looked at him. insisting there was no need for name-calling as He rested on his cane.
"I didn't make fun of you three for being rabbits, I would respect a little courtesy," Calypso said pulling the head on his cane, revealing a lone blade as the three aiming their weapons. Calypso through the cane as it went between Bruce's ears and landed with a wet sound. The three turned around seeing a cat standing behind them with a cane through his chest. the three were firing their guns as clicking was heard.
"You kids are out of ammo, amusing. Had I not been here, you'd be dead" Calypso said pulling his cane head out as the cat fell on the floor, Calypso pulling his napkin out, wiping the blood off the blad, sliding it back into his cane.
"Who the hell do you think you are," Angel asked putting two new clips in her gun as she pushed them into Calypso's chest as he frowned.
"Not so tightly you'll ruin the suit" He replied pulling a card from his pocket handing it to Bruce as Angel placed her fingers on the triggers looking at her boyfriend.
"Just the word Babe and turn I'll turn this guy into a coat" Angel threatened in a badass tone as Bruce ordered her to stand down. Angel looked at Bruce asking if she heard him right.
"Did I stutter, lower your guns" Bruce ordered as Angel did so not knowing what the mystery fox gave Bruce to make him so demanding that she not kill this fox, regardless she did as told, putting her guns back in her pockets.
"You and Vinnie wait in the car, I'll be along shortly," Bruce said as they looked at him. Vinnie asked if Bruce was sure as he yelled for them to leave as Calypso curled his finger, mouthing a goodbye as Angel rolled her eyes, not trusting this as Vinnie looked at her.
"I trust my bro, If he wants to be alone there is a reason," Vinnie said as the two walked to the car, sitting in the back, lighting up some cigarettes as Bruce eventually came back, Vinnie and Angel asked him every detail as he nodded.
"That Redpelt you almost shot was Calypso, The Calypso," Bruce replied as Vinnie looked at him a bit worried, thankful he ordered them out.
"So let me get this straight, I have my guns right up to Calypso and you order me not to kill the sucker, that would put at the top of the game" Angel said as Bruce looked at her. sating that it would be stupid to make an attempt on his life.
"Alister Calhoune was one thing, but if we killed Calypso, none of us would live to see the sunrise, the fox has connections in just about everything" Bruce replied as Vinnie nodded, admitting he believed Calypso was only a myth, to scare up-and-coming criminals.
"I Can't believe I beat the actual Calypso" Bruce admitted shaking.
"So what did he want?" Angel asked as Bruce handed him the paper, which was an invitation to his contest, Twisted Metal. saying there was a special prize if he won.