Date ~ March, 2016
Time ~ 2:45 am
Location ~ Wall Street New York
He was on his hands and knees, rummaging through opened drawers filled with various food supplies. Silverware clanked to the ground as forks and knives were carelessly thrown and tossed about. The group of mafia gang men were tied up in the middle of the room, watching in awe as the being dressed in a dark leather suit raided their kitchen. Their eyes were drawn to the long red tail which swished side to side as the man...no, the creature, went about taring the place up.
"Ngh! Dammit, they don't have any bacon!"
Sprx tore off his Nightwarcher helmet and threw it to the ground with frustration, the spikes on his back lifting from the tense state he was in. These crooks had drugs, money and jewls, but not any decent food he could snatch on the way out!
You try to do some good for the city, and you can't even be rewarded with some simple bacon. His mouth watered.
They had caught these men after weeks of spying, finally getting the chance to run in on an illegal meeting of gang leaders. Sprx and his partner had collected all the stolen goods for the cops to find, all while getting a good beating in to teach the theives a lesson. They'll be heading off to jail with a few broken bones and black eyes. The only thing the two vigilantes wanted in return was some food to live on.
The stole from the rich and fed their stomachs! Now that was a motto he could live by.
Sprx rubbed his head before he came to stand, gathering up his helmet and weapons. He could hear the sound of sirens not to far off, which would give them only a few minutes to make their exit.
"Ready to scrr-scram, Stripes?"