Dear readers (author's note),
I, the Red Rockstar, would personally like to thank you for choosing to read this fanfic. If you would like you can skip the prologue below (although you will miss a few important details of the story), and continue on with Chapter 1. Which you will definitely not miss whilst scrolling down. I shall publish chapters as often as I can, and keep the story ongoing. And be sure to leave a review if you can. And once again, thank you for choosing to read this!
Cheers everybody!
The Red Rockstar
[Disclaimer: I do not own any of Rio's characters because they are owned by BlueSky Studios. All OC's here are mine. And any product, song or ideas will belong to their respective owners]
[ATTENTION ALL READERS!]
The following fanfic contains vulgar language, violence and possibly irrelevant themes to the minor audience on the upcoming chapters. Please do not copy any of the stunts you read here. Reader discretion is advised. Don't say I didn't warn you… Oh and drive safely, wear your seatbelt. You will figure it out as you read on. Thank you.
-(PROLOGUE)-
''Sunrise''
There are many stories out there, stories of almost every variety. But there are some stories that have been left behind, some of which have gone unheard of. Some of which deserve to be told.
And this is one of them.
It was around the beginning of January 2020. The clear night sky was a shade of the darkest blue. The air was crisp. The trees spoke in silence and the ground was blanketed with mist.
Among the many trees, there was a straight endless road. And on one part of that road, it was being illuminated by a bright pair of white lights, which came closer and closer. And passed by it was revealed that the owner of the pair of lights was a car.
It was a rather small car, it was boxy, it had a strange high pitched rumbling noise for its engine sound, and its dark paintwork made it difficult to identify the make of the car.
It drove aimlessly into the night, as if it had no worries, no hopes for the future and no regrets of its past. It looked only like it only cared about what was in front, the passing by trees and the clear night sky. It all seemed endless.
But as it came to a gentle lefthand bend, it slowed down and came to a complete stop.
Because a few yards in front of it was a large and unknown structure, hidden by the mist.
Then the driver's door opened and stepping out of it was a tall figure. The darkening of the night made him to represent himself as an unknown silhouette, making his features difficult to catch. He stared at the ominous structure beyond the road and walked a few steps forward before stopping with headlights of the car illuminating on his back.
Suddenly, the other door of the car opened and out stepped another silhouette. But this one was smaller and seemed curious as she watched the driver intently.
The driver sighed before saying, "Glad you could make it, honey. Kinda figured you wouldn't let me ride down memory lane alone."
The passenger replied, "Of course I wouldn't. Not without knowing why you wanted to came here before we move on." She then looked ahead of the driver and saw the structure. "Is that the place?''
"Yep," answered the driver. "That place has been there for years…''
"You must have had good memories here, huh?''
"Yeah…" Replied the driver, "Come on. I wanna show you something."
Once then car had been parked off the road, the two figures headed for the structure, with the driver holding a flashlight. And it wasn't long before they were coming close to their destination.
"Are you ready?" Asked the driver. He then turned the flashlight upwards, revealing what they were walking towards.
It was a gazebo.
It stood tall and proud, with it's excellently carved woodwork and its turquoise roof almost illuminating from the flashlight he held.
"Come on," he said as he took her up the stairs and on toward the stairs to the upper platform.
And once they were up there, the tall one shone his flashlight at what ever was ahead of them. There was a small wooden table with stools at either end. And there were four large balconies which overlooked the view ahead. The first two showed the view of the bright moon with its light shining on the trees in the night. And the other two on the right only overlooked the view of mist.
"Hold on. Dad, is this the place where you used to once hang out?" Asked the kid.
"Oh yeah," said the father, inspecting the place. He then walked over to the third balcony. "This is the same place where we once came to look for sunrises…"
"Wouldn't that be sunsets, Dad?"
"No, kiddo. I'm more of a sunrise kind of a guy. Even though we do come around for sunsets."
The silence was amazing. Everything had certainly gone quiet. So much so that the two felt like as if either they were the last folk on earth or time had stopped completely. Although there was the occasional sound of cricket chirps in the distance.
The father broke the silence once again, "I used to come around here a lot back when I was your age. No, actually I was a lot more younger back when I first came around here." He chuckled as he checked his watch. And then he told his story, "You see, sweetheart. It was around the of January, year 2000. Me and your aunt were at our school farewell where a show had been held.
"I remember that day very well. I had my hair down to a buzzcut and wore a black summer shirt with blue jeans and a pair of brown shoes. And your aunt had picked a red sundress, to wear for the show. Once the show was over mom and dad picked us up in his new car. And damn I even remember the song they played at the party."
"What was the song?" Said his daughter.
"Does the lyric, 'All the birds of a feather,' ring a bell?"
The girl paused for a second until realization hit her. "Ahh," she said.
"Oh yeah," said her dad, who kept his head high as he continued on.
"When our parents picked us up, our father – your grandad – being the man of big dreams he is, took us for a little surprise up in the mountains.
"Specifically, he took them to this very gazebo right here."
Twenty years ago…
It was a few minutes before the sun could leave the sky, the trees and the clouds in the sky were beginning to reflect the orange and blue tints of the blue hour. And surrounded by the many trees stood the gazebo, standing tall and proud as the day came near to its end.
And just a few yards away from the gazebo, stopped a rather boxy looking car. It had small rounded headlights at the front and square taillights at the rear. It was small in height, with four doors and a long bonnet with chrome rear view mirrors. Its pearl white paint glistened in the sunlight and it had small emblems on the front and back which read, "GTR" in a bold fashion.
Stepping out of the car, was a tall bird of a firm build and underwater blue feathers. He had black curly hair feathers, with a thin moustache and beard on his beak and a pair of silver eyes. And on top of that he wore a similar outfit as his son; a matte black button-up shirt, charcoal grey jeans and a pair of sandstorm brown boots.
He was the father of a family of Spix macaws.
"Well, here we are," said the gentleman as his family got out of the car. "Well, what do you think?"
His wife answered with a smile, "I quite like it."
She was a rather tall and fine woman. She had the same blue feathers as her husband and the same hairstyle, although hers' was longer. She had a similar red sundress as her daughter, and wore black simple flats. And to complete her overall looks, she had a unique pair of brown eyes which seemed to have a golden tint to them.
She sighed as she continued, "You always seem to have a great taste in cars, even if you want to choose one for daily use."
Her husband turned his head toward her and smiled.
"Not that I'm saying Skyline 2000 GTR's are bad cars, I just had a thought that some old passions might die hard like habits."
"I suppose you might be right," he replied as he beamed back at her. "To be honest, I'm surprised that this car is still working properly. Even though it's built in 1969."
She then gave him a grin before facing the gazebo ahead of her, her eyes widening at the gazebo.
"What is this place?"
"It's a place that I've built for you and the kids," he replied as he looked ahead calmly. "It's a place that I've built for us."
He sighed as he walked towards the place, then he continued in a low and relaxed voice. "I wanted to build this gazebo as a reminder of the fun we had while we were working on our last job, as well. And let's be real, I haven't had this much in this place in forever. Building a place like this for future memories seems actually appropriate for me.
"Yeah, those stunts we pulled off were actually not half bad," his wife replied.
Her husband looked back at her with slightly narrowed eyes. "Oh come on," he said playfully. "Do you really believe we never actually had fun while working here?"
"Alright!" She exclaimed with her hands up. "I'll admit, it was fantanstic."
"There! Was that so hard?"
Then the father noticed their two children who stood nearby, watching whatever was transpiring between their parents. He gestured to them saying:
"Alright kids, why don't you head on up those stairs while me and your mother can talk for a bit. We won't be long."
And so, their children walked away to the gazebo whilst leaving their parents behind. Meanwhile their father decided to walk toward their mother so they could conversate, face to face.
"Our kids are certainly growing up, aren't they?" he chuckled. "It won't be long before they grow up to become the silly grownups like us. So now, I think its time to change our course of life…"
"So?"
"So, amongst the dirt and dust, I think… I've found the perfect opportunity to get my concepts up and running," said the father. And then he produced an envelope from the back pocket of his jeans and handed it over to his wife, which she took it with interest. Once she tore it open, she read the words on the paper that was once concealed. And as she read it, her eyes grew wider for every sentence she finished reading.
"You're really going to do this," said his wife as she now looked up to meet his gaze.
"Of course I will," he answered. "I guarantee you, the moment we assemble this organization, we will make history like no other."
"I'm actually speechless," said his wife in surprise.
"Yeah. All we gotta do is bring operations from the other side of the world to avoid import cost, set up a recruitment and selection process, grab the attention of potential customers and we are set."
She looked at the paper and then back at the father. "Wow, this is kind of a lot to take in," she replied back slowly with a smile.
"But?" he quizzed, with raised brows, though he was willing to hear what she had to say.
"It's just… Why here?" The mother asked, though not of neglect, but rather out of curiosity. "Out of all the places we can make it big, the United States, Europe, Eastern Asia and not to forget Austrailia for that matter, why this place?"
He smiled as he held his gaze with her. He replied, "Simple. One; I have found a lot of potential after I scouted the place. Two; I have seen a lot of people out there. People who have the same goals – the same passions as we do. So, they would have this little fire of ambition within them, and given the circumstances that would stop them from rising up, I will be the one to hand them the gasoline they need.
"And finally, you once said, when we are coming over here that that I need to give this place a chance," he then drew a breath and exhaled with his eyes closed before continuing. "Well, I'm giving this place a solid chance, after all the crazy things we've been through. So, what do you say?"
The wife replied back, with her eyes never leaving his gaze. "I could never have been more proud of you."
"You didn't think I was going to give up, right?"
"I would be lying if I thought you wouldn't. But maybe it's a good thing," she paused impressively as she put her hands on his shoulders. "You are always full of surprises."
"Is it true, dad?" Asked their son, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Are you back in business again?" Quizzed their daughter excitedly.
"Of course!" Exclaimed their father, "I wouldn't want to watch Brazil's hidden talents go to waste. And as a matter of fact, there is something I want to show you."
And then he led the family up to the platform of the gazebo and showed them the breathtaking view. And as the sun was beginning to set and the lights began to come on, he finally said:
"Somewhere down there I've actually built the best house for everyone here to stay in tis crazy city. Because this… is the beginning of a fabulous ending!"
"And, that's the end."
"You certainly have a way of telling stories," chuckled the girl.
"I know," said her father. "And by the way, remember that your grandfather built up that organization back there? It's one of the reasons why we're here. To celebrate his company's 20th anniversary."
Suddenly, the taller figure noticed that the night sky was turning into a much brighter blue. He then spoke out, "Hey, check it out. It's time to see what we've been waiting for."
The pair gazed at the horizon with glee. As time went by, the sky shifted from the dark blues to its own gentle sky blue. The clouds carried now carried various warm colors. The eerie mist lifted up and disappeared from sight. And at the far end of the horizon, the sun appeared. Finally, the shadows began to dance, and what was once a blank view of darkness turned into the reveal of a glamorous city below underneath the morning sky, with its many buildings and eye-catching sights.
"That right there," said the driver. "That's Rio de Janeiro."
"Amazing," said the smaller silhouette.
"I know, consider this the fabulous ending of a fabulous beginning. Because this-" He paused impressively. "- is a new era…"
The two gazed at the horizon once more as everything became more clearer to see, their faces had been touched by the tranquil rays of the sun and it wasn't long before their silhouettes disappeared. Hence, making themselves distinguishable to the other.
"And don't forget, this is the place where party animals are born," said the father. He then smiled wide before turning his back on the view. "Come on, we are going for another drive."
His teenage daughter looked one last time at the gorgeous view of the city, her hazel brown eyes trying to capture as best it could to her memory for safe keeping. And then she hurried back to her father in a flash of blue…
Once down, the two hopped back onto their car and got themselves ready for the downhill drive. But before they could set off, the girl handed a small plastic case with a disk inside it. "Play it," she said eagerly. "You'll love the song."
The father checked the small writing on the disk which read, 'Unholy war – by Jacob Banks.' "Why not?" He grinned as he popped the disk into the player of the car.
After getting the car back on the road, they were back on their journey to get to the city. Soon two found out that the road they were driving on became more twisty, as the number of sharp turns and shorter straights became more frequent to them. And soon they came to another part of the road where there were fewer trees, which revealed the sight of the Rio once again. And with the music coming close to the climax, the scene could not have been more incredible.
"It's all real in Rio," said the driver. "I doubt you can find this kind of magic anywhere else!"
Ladies and gentlemen, The Red Rockstar proudly presents
_( RIO'S FINEST )_
Written by The Red Rockstar
CHAPTER 1
"Off the starting line"
Rio de Janeiro, a large and fabulous seaside city in the South American country of Brazil, is a remarkable city.
It is a place famous for its iconic Copacabana and Ipanema beaches, its attractive mountains, the food and music offered throughout the city. And most of all its famed Carnival, a once in a year event where the biggest party in the world takes place. Hence, it made the city into a hotspot for travelers.
It may seem like insignificant place to live, given that it was a half rich and a half poor city. But to many of the city's inhabitants, living there was like a dream. It was like paradise on earth, the hot weather, the open air, and the city was no short of activities to take part in. And today was no different.
With the sun bringing rays of heat down to the ground, the gentle wind flowing through the many buildings and the locals carrying on with their daily lives. It was safe to say that today was a normal day.
Unfortunately, not for long.
Among the multiple streets and roads of Rio, there was a small commercial bank. It stood on the corner of a large block facing toward a street, and inside were a couple of people buzzing about to make transactions. All seemed well, however not far from the bank was an unsuspecting van, which was parked in an alley on the same street where the bank was.
The van was small, with metallic black paint, grey wheels and had a large red bar attached to its front bumper. And outside the van stood a shifty figure. He was just over average height, with an orange fur complexion, a bushy tail and wore a smart white suit.
He was a fox.
And he was speaking to someone one the phone.
"Yes sir… Yes… Yeah, I'm already at the place with the crew… I see… I've briefed them and made sure they had practice… of course, I will make sure this goes smoothly," he finished as he hung up his phone. He then immediately checked his watch, which read two minutes before nine 'o' clock.
Quickly, he then got in the van and spoke to the driver, who was another fox dressed in simple overalls. "Alright, boss wants us to move on it right now. How's it looking?"
"All set," said the driver. "The van's running nicely and Control has given us the all clear."
"Perfect," replied the fox, before calling out to his crew of whom sat in the back of the van. "Y'all ready for this?"
To which they responded by saying, "All good!"
"Hit it!" said the smartly dressed fox to the driver. Within an instant, the driver floored on the accelerator, and the van lurched forward out of the alley and turned right towards the bank, out onto the open road.
With buildings, civilians, and other vehicles flashing by, the van drove at steady pace till it came to the bank on the corner of the block. Once the building came into view, the van driver stopped the van on the other side of the street. And no sooner the driver pulled up the handbrake, the doors of the van opened, out came six shifty foxes in white suits, wearing their unsuspecting duffel bags. Their leader came up to the driver's window and spoke to him, "Alright Bucky, you're on your own for a while, and keep an eye out if you-know-who comes by…"
And he left.
So Bucky the driver turned on his cop scanner radio, a felonious device with a screen used to scan police whereabouts and tapping into their radio frequencies. The driver listened carefully till his ears came across a certain statement.
Dispatch: All units, this is dispatch. We've got a report on a robbery on the bank of Richard Antonio, we need all units over there, A.S.A.P!
"Oh crap," said Bucky as he fumbled to grab his walkie-talkie. He called out, "Richie, the police are on their way!"
Meanwhile…
"What? Already?!" Said the leading fox to his walkie-talkie in surprise. He grunted in irritation, as he knew that Rio's police force had an impressive response to crime. If he does not let his crew out fast then they will all surely get caught.
He had to make it quick.
"Give us a minute!" he blurted to his walkie talkie as he called out to his gang. "Alright we got no less than a minute before we leave, fill those bags up as much as you can!"
Richie, the leading fox, was inside a bank vault with two other members of his team, with piles of cash and a couple of gold bars surrounding them. And it wasn't long before the three foxes dashed out of the vault with their takes. They passed by the offices at the front entrance of the bank where three more foxes stood by to make sure nobody would do anything to sabotage their heist. Together they got out of the bank and out into the open light.
They hurried to the van with Bucky keeping the engine running. And no sooner they got in the van, the driver slammed his foot on the accelerator and the van shot forward, off the starting line.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we just got rich!" Hollered Richie, as he made the unnecessary move of playing fast paced rock and roll on the van's stereo. The van zoomed through the city, almost becoming an unrecognizable flash of black. It lurched and weaved through the traffic as it was beginning to hit high speeds on public roads. But then everybody began to hear a certain sound which kept anybody on the other side of the law alert. Because it was the sound of a police siren.
Or rather to be exact, police sirens.
And they were coming from right behind them.
"They're here!" Said Richie, "Buck, get us outta here! Ladies and gentlemen this has turned from a homerun to a cop chase!"
Knowing that the police were coming from behind them, the driver began to drive even more recklessly as the van was now approaching toward an intersection. As they came closer, the traffic lights turned from green to red. Despite seeing this, the driver kept on driving carelessly as they came closer and closer. Then at the last minute, he slammed on the brakes and turned to the left to avoid the cars waiting at the red light. And once they were avoided, he yanked the handbrake and turned the steering wheel right, so that the van could quickly turn right and leave.
Unfortunately, the van could have made it quickly past the intersection, had it not been for a small hatchback rolling out of its own stationary position. It collided with the rear left fender of the van which allowed to exchange dents on both vehicles. This upset the balance of the van, and once the van regained control then Richie called out.
"What the heck, cousin?! After all that training!"
"Stop yelling in my ear, I'm trying to get us all out alive thank you!" Yelled back Bucky the driver.
Suddenly a voice appeared on their own walkie-talkies, which spoke to them.
Control: Not the smoothest turn I must say but I gotta warn you, the cops are making a barricade and there's no way to got but through them. Use the bar on the front of the van to push the cop cars aside and get to the highway.
After noting that, the driver carried on forwards to another intersection whilst building up his speed nicely. Suddenly from afar, he saw four police cars ahead attempting to block their path with a barricade, just like Control said. Luckily the driver noticed a small gap between the police cars and aimed for it. Flooring his gas pedal, the driver zoomed to the barricade and smashed into a small gap between two police cars facing each other.
"Hold on!" Yelled Bucky just before the van made contact.
Upon impact the two police cars were pushed aside like the double doors of a hall, in an impressively yet rough fashion, their bumpers and fenders left damaged, and any policeman who were at the barricade had quickly jumped clear before the van arrived.
Control: Looking good fellas, now head for that highway entrance. You should be able to get there in a few.
The van accelerated once more as they all raced past various cars on a wide road with six police pursuit vehicles behind them. As the many cars, buildings and people passed by, it seemed to them that they were simply unstoppable. And they were sure that there was no opponent on the planet who would be able to foil their heist. With that assurance, the van swerved and continued its journey to get away from the cops.
But unbeknownst to all of them they were all about to drive under a bridge up ahead. And on top of that bridge, stood a lone figure, standing next to a pearl white sedan and overlooking the view the bridge provided. And as chase seemed to not falter, the driver got into the sedan and turned on the engine, which started up with a grumble of a V8 motor. And soon, the unknown figure headed off to join the chase.
Control: Look out. There's another convoy ahead of you, so on my mark turn left on this alley coming up your way.
With police cars wailing their sirens behind them, the little van scurried through the city, nearing its destination. However, their pursuers were getting close, with one particular cop coming up on their tail. Knowing this two of the robbers opened the rear doors of their van and pointed their guns at their opponents. But unknown to them the other convoy was right in front of them, charging at a notable speed.
Control: Three… two… one… now!
Luckily there was an alley on their left. To use the advantage, Bucky the driver braked hard and fast. But this led to the two robbers at the end of the van to fall onto their backs. And without warning, Bucky yanked the handbrake, turned the van to the left and accelerated into the alley, but the result was the two robbers to slide through the open rear doors and out of the van as it disappeared in a flash.
Once out of the other side, Richie called out, "I think we've lost them. Hey where did the other two go?!"
"They opened the doors to fend of the cops when Buck turned, can't go back for them now," said another one of the robbers.
Control: Sadly, he's right. The cops have them both pinched, just get out there while you still can. And don't worry about the feds, I've blurred their uhh satellite imaging system.
Knowing that they cannot delay any more, they all sat tight as Bucky took them to their destination and of the highway. With cars, buildings and people passed by, and as roads got narrower and the buildings got smaller – they realized they were almost outside the city.
But their eased minds did not rest for long, for a peculiar unmarked sedan drifted gracefully to meet the rear end of the van. Its pearl white paintwork gleaming and its V8 motor growling beautifully.
"Oh, come on!" Snapped Richie.
"Just relax, we're almost there!" Said Bucky.
"No, we are gonna lose this guy before we attract attention. Take a right from here, I now a shortcut," replied Richie firmly.
Bucky swinged the van over to the right and drove the van with its accelerator down all the way. Then Bucky cried out.
"Its gone!"
"What?" Said Richie.
"I can't see it in my rear-view mirrors."
Richie felt a wave of relief as he heard what his cousin said.
But before Richie could reply, one of the thieves yelled, "Look out!" There ahead was a small junction where a small car and a pickup truck were exiting from the right and entering on the left, with nothing but a small gap separating the 2 vehicles. The robbers yelled in horror bracing for impact…
Until at the last second Bucky moved the steering wheel just right allowing the van to pass through the space between the car and the pickup.
A moment after they caught their breaths, all the thieves whooped and praised Bucky for getting them out of peril.
But the white sedan appeared again.
And this time right in front of them.
The thieves panicked again, given that the sedan had stopped a few yards in front with its driver side door facing toward them, their only option was to avoid the sedan and enter another alley just up ahead on a T-junction.
But as the van dodged the sedan and was just about to enter the alley, then the trouble began. Inside the alley was a large tow truck blocking the way, with it's flatbed tilted to the ground. The van drove up the flatbed and was about to become airborne when the van's front bumper hit the tow truck's cab.
What happened next, no one knew. The van's rear end tilted upwards and the its front end tore off the cab roof and windshield. And then the van hit the ground, upside down. And it screeched to a stop with the sound of grinding metal and shattered glass.
The silence took a turn and echoed.
The passenger door of the car popped open and out came a bruised yet still standing Richie the fox. Even though his crew had been wearing seatbelts, he knew they were all unconscious. Which left him the only one on their team. So he grabbed two bags of the score and hurried through the alley.
"Control!" He spoke urgently, "My crew had been taken out and I'm the only one standing! I need help!" But the walkie talkie he was talking to did not reply. Richie carried on tiredly with his bags in hand, he tried talking to his device again but still there was no reply. This made him worried, the kind of worried that was small but undoubted inside. And as he neared the end of the alley, it widened significantly to the point where he can see good view of the local scene of Rio's neighborhoods.
Suddenly, the sound of an American V8 growled once again.
And the white sedan that was once chasing him came into view.
Immediately upon instinct, Richie dived right behind an old dumpster and pulled out his pistol. The young fox was certainly not going down without a fight.
For the last time Richie grabbed his walkie talkie and whispered sternly, "Control! Where the hell are you at?" And finally, the device answered…
Control: Sorry Richie, I got nothing to help. You're on your own for this one…
"Dammit!" thought Richie, as he turned off his device. He then cocked his gun and spoke out in a firm yet loud voice. "Do not come close! I've got a gun and I won't hesitate to shoot!"
His own survival instincts kicked in as he was beginning to sense that there was someone coming closer to him. The sound of slow footsteps intimidated him and kept his fur on edge. Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, he popped out of his hiding spot and was about to fire his gun when he realized that his new opponent was…
"A blue parrot?!" The fox spat in confusion.
There, standing a couple of feet in front of him was a rather tall parrot of sky bluish feathers. She wore a plain white shirt with black jeans and a pair of white sneakers. Her feathery hair had been made into a bobcut, and lastly she had a pair of ocean blue eyes as a key feature.
She was a Spix macaw and she held a small a small combat pistol against him, she spoke firmly in the Portuguese tongue, saying:
"Who are you?" She questioned, "Who are you and where do you come from?"
"Umm…" he did not know how to answer her question, given that he had only worked in Rio for a short while now and he wasn't exactly gotten to know their national language. But before he could do anything else, the parrot smiled slyly and said-
"I'm just kidding," this time in a fluent American accent, which surprised the fox. "You must be Richie, I've heard a lot about you. You're one of those guys who want to control their own damned little world."
Richie paused before replying in a cautious voice. "Well now that I'm here, what do you need from me?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm putting you under arrest for driving like crazy on public roads, carrying fire arms in open public and robbing a bank, obviously," said the blue parrot, her smile fading.
An idea then flew into one of his ears. "Alright you caught me," said Richie. "But you know what? Since you are the only cop around here, why don't I hand over a cut for you."
"Are you bribing me?" Asked the woman, with a raised brow.
"I am. In fact, I'm willing to even hand over one of these bags just for you!"
"Pass."
"Come on," said Richie in an attempt of persuasion. "I'll even pay for dinner."
The parrot smirked at his gullible antics. "No. Besides you're not my kind of type anyway."
Suddenly the fox came to realization. "Hang on, you're not a real cop, are you? You haven't called for back up yet!" He snapped, with his gun pointing against her own.
She stood still for a few seconds, contemplating on what the fox had just said. Then she narrowed her eyes and said…
"I dunno. What do you think?
Richie's eyes widened and went straight into attack mode by immediately raising his gun to point at her and shoot. But the parrot pulled the trigger first on her gun and out came a tranquilizer dart, which stung the fox on his left shoulder. The fox caught his balance on the dumpster behind him and he threw one of his heavy bags right at her. Luckily for the parrot, she was able to catch the bag and then lowered it to find Richie who was just about to swing his other bag, right at her head.
Then the parrot took the upper hand as she ducked just in time to avoid the hit from his swinging bag and stomped hard on his right foot. Richie yelped in surprise as it happened. And finally, she punched the fox in the belly and gave an uppercut to his chin, which made him to fall to the floor.
The woman then took his weapon and let the tranquilizer darts on his gun fall to the floor before tossing him back the empty pistol. "Decent gun by the way. But I feel sorry for its owner though. Too bad he doesn't know how to use it."
This made Richie so cross that he felt like he was about to burst. So he threw the gun right back at her, which hit her in the forehead. She grunted hard, and immediately put a hand her face as she moaned frustratedly.
Richie's eyes opened wide in horror again. "Oh my God!" He spat as he got up and got closer to her. "I am… so sorry. I didn't mean-
But then she removed her hand revealing her enraged face which had the potential to send shivers down anyone's spine. Immediately she punched him in the face, sending the fox on the ground once again. "Oh… crap," he said slowly as he knew that his reputation had plummeted down to the earth in a foolish fashion.
Closing his eyes, he soon fell into an unconscious state.
The blue macaw withdrew her combat pistol and sighed before she continued her work.
Once getting the body of the unconscious fox into the trunk of her car and placing the bags in the back seat, she then got into her car and started the engine. Then she quickly pulled out her phone and punched a number.
It didn't take long for her contact to answer her.
"Who is this?" Said the person on the other end of the phone.
"It's me, Jewel." Answered the blue macaw. "And I've got the runner you wanted."
"Ah! Well bring him over here, so we can all have a chat with him. I'm on my way right now."
"You better hurry up boss," said Jewel. "Or I might get there first and claw his eyes off."
"We are not taking physical and desperate measures kid. Now bring him over here quickly."
"So, it's a job well done, right? Hello?" But her call had been disconnected.
She rolled her eyes and spoke in a quiet voice to no one, "Nah, it's a job well done in my book." And once she set her car into first gear, she floored both the gas and the brake pedals to build up the revs. Then releasing the brakes, her car shot forward and Jewel swung the car around a full circle back onto the open roads of Rio.
To be continued...
Author's note:
Wow, that was one hell of a chapter. And thanks for sticking around this long. I'll see you ladies and gentlemen around soon!
All the best,
The Red Rockstar.